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Post by Alex Vipond on Dec 31, 2012 12:41:48 GMT -8
Original Post Date: Nov 25, 2012, 5:07pm
DezzyGotDizzy: Studio. That meant music. Dezzy had been looking for a place to jam since she rolled into this damned cesspool. Walking by she stopped to give the building a once over... she wondered if indeed there was music made inside.. and what kind of equiptment there was to play on. Standing there in debate mode she glanced up and down the street before leaning against the wall outside waiting to see if someone came in or out of the door to give her an idea if her instincts were right.
Alex Vipond: Occasionally someone would come out, smoke a cigarette, then head back inside. Alex wasn't one of them. He avoided smoking and daylight with equal vigor. No, Alex was inside at the counter, getting a bottle warmed. He was hungry and he'd been working for three hours, non stop in his own rented space. The place looked like a dump, inside and out, but the exceptions were the studios, twenty in all, of varying sizes, some rented long term, some hourly. The walls were soundproof, one foot thick, and one could rehearse or record without fear of being heard or intruded on by others playing in the building. Alex rented one of the larger ones, and had for years. Even when he wasn't in the city. When his bottle was handed over, one of those brown bottles with the wire bail and ceramic stopper, he took a deep drink.
DezzyGotDizzy: After watching the coming and going of smokers in various dress and stage of happiness or brooding grumpiness Dez was set to step inside. Running her palms over the front of her jeans she wiped them dry before pulling the door open and stepping inside. It was damned cold outside too.. the studio was a Godsend. Once inside she allowed blue-green gaze to adjust to the dimmer light and glanced around. The serious glee on her face was instantly obvious as she looked around and stepped up to the counter. " Bands play here.. yes? " Stupid question really. But after sleeping for 100 years.. you had to give the chick a break.
Alex Vipond: "They do." Alex nodded, one hand dragging through his hair to pull it out of his eyes. Not that it stayed, it tended to drift that way, all on it's own.
DezzyGotDizzy: " I need a band.. " She nodded and smiled before reiterating. " I need a band that is looking for someone who can play old fashion instruments. " They had to be considered old fashion still.. the mandolin, the tin whistle, the viola, and the cello all things old and new again. She Snapped her fingers with a smile. " You.. were at the bar.. True love exists.. right? That was you. "
Alex Vipond: "Which bar?" He hit a lot of them, and to try and remember who he may have seen at which... wasn't always easy to do. Curse of the musically addicted. "I've played at a number of bars. Here night before last."
DezzyGotDizzy: " I dont know the name.. but you were with a pretty brunette and the rock-abilly. " She grinned and rested her elbows on the counter with a rest of her chin on her palm. " And from the looks you kept shooting at the brunette.. I would think she had something to do with your positive spin on the whole true love thing.. "
Alex Vipond: "Ah, yeah." He nodded. "Asher." The ass bent on making his life difficult. So far Alex had managed to avoid a physical confrontation. But not for any lack of trying on Asher's part. It was as if the were wanted to have his heart ripped out and shown to him as it beat its last. "Panama...." He realized belatedly that he'd said it out loud, and shook his head. "So, you're new in town, I take it. Where from?"
DezzyGotDizzy: " Yes... I think that was his name. Aggresive fellow him. " She chuckled and looked back around the studio before looking at him. " Panama? No Im not from Panama.. I have never been there.. that I can remember.. I came to Seattle by way of Dundalk Ireland however. " She smiled and offered her hand. " Im Desmonia... people call me Dezzy.. you are..? "
Alex Vipond: Taking her hand, he smiled, "Alex. People call me Alex." He chuckled. "So what do you play?" May as well find out now, while the finding was good. When she'd said old world, he had an image of tribal drums and those long horns you see in the Swiss Alps.
DezzyGotDizzy: " Pleasure to meetcha Alex. " Her handshake was firm. The way that she dressed was in modern clothes but they definatly had an old fashion style to them. She released his hand and folded it back on the counter top before her once more. " I play the mandolin, and the cello. Also I play a lute and a tin whistle. I also dabble in a bit of the viola and a guitar, I can even play a fine tune on a harpsicord if the itch gets strong enough but thats an emotional music for me.. know anyone looking for someone that needs some of those intruments in their music? "
Alex Vipond: "Well there are message boards for people looking to play and people looking to find players. I do happen to have a cellist in my group, but his wife is due to have a baby soon. He's going to be taking some time off. If you would care to fill in..." Of course his cellist also played bass, but she should be able to pick that up easily enough if she was already 'dabbling' in guitar.
DezzyGotDizzy: Her eyes widened and she nodded very enthusiastically. " Yes I would! If you can use me.. Im here to use.. for music that is.. " She winked and ran a hand through inky curls. " What kind of music is your forte' Mr Alex people call me Alex? " She winked and looked calm but inside she was doing cartwheels and back flips like a high school cheerleader.
Alex Vipond: "Rock." He nodded. "If you like, we can head back to the studio and you can have a listen." He hooked a thumb over his shoulder as he spoke, and then drained hsi bottle. It was set back on the counter. "Sound good to you?" he slipped his hand into his pocket and pulled out a pack of gum, offering her some first, before taking a piece. Alex didn't have anything to rinse and spit with, and well the humans he interacted with, by and large, didn't have a clue as to what he was. He wanted to keep it that way, and having blood breath well, that just wouldn't do.
DezzyGotDizzy: " Lead the way fearless leader. " Taking the pack of gum she accepted one piece and offered it back. She had given up smoking before her last long term nap an she thought it better then to start again in modern times. Not that she would ever die from lung cancer or anything like that.. but she didnt like the smell. Folding the piece of gum into her mouth she slipped in behind the counter and in turn behind him and moved to follow. " So rock.. I take it not your typical Elvis Presley and Buddy Holly type stuff.. more your modern music yes? " That probabally sounded rather antiquated.. but she was learning fast the way to cope with modern times.
Alex Vipond: "More modern, yes." He nodded as he headed down the hall and into his studio. Stepping inside, he headed for the control room and sifted through CDs until he came up with the one he was looking for and then slipped it in. "This is from the other night. I record each gig, just in case." He shrugged. It was a compulsion with him. Some people smoked, he hoarded music. Loading the disc, he hit play.
DezzyGotDizzy: As the music started she closed her eyes and let the music creep in through her ear drums. Wasn't long before she had the beat down druming on her thighs as she took a seat at the control panel and turned the stool away so she could enjoy the sound without him seeing her face to gauge the reaction. " This part here.. is good.. I like this alot.. it reminds me alot of music of old.. very rhythmic and almost tribal in its build up.. and when the song comes down.. you dont feel let down by it.. you know what I mean? " She turned the stool back around and smiled at him. " I can play for you if you want.. I would enjoy doing so greatly.. "
Alex Vipond: "Go for it. Cello is... well it's electric but it's there in the corner." He nodded toward the other half of the studio, where the instruments were set up. "Same concept, just ... modern. Very little body, it's got all the pick ups internally to carry the sound to the amps."
DezzyGotDizzy: " I've never played an electric one before.. this is going to be fun. " She pushed to her feet and walked over slowly. When he hands touched the instrument you could tell she did so with a reverance long missing from an cellist. She nearly bowed to the instrument as she ran her hand down the neck and over the strings. Using her thumb nail like a pick she plucked the strings to see if it was tuned and the sound made her blink. The very metalic sound made her frown a moment before she picked it up in her hands and gave it a once over. Much lighter then its acustic brethern she found a stool and dropped down in it. Picking up the bow she ran her fingers over the fine horse hair and nodded before giving it a resin rub down and looking around for this amp he spoke of. Following the cords that plugged into the equiptment around her she found the end and plugged it into the intrument before setting down once more and giving a pull of the bow over the strings. Her eyes widened at the sound and she smiled wickedly before she wrapped her arms around the intrument and started to play. Her eyes closed and her body swayed with the movement of her arm.. the music haunting and melodic.
Alex Vipond: As she started to play, Alex slid another disc in, and pressed record, listening as he sat back in the control booth, fingers steepled under his chin, a smile coming to his lips at her obvious enjoyment in playing. She was like a kid at Christmas.
DezzyGotDizzy: Indeed she was.. and she seamed to disapear into the music as she hummed along dipping and rolling along. Softly her voice came, not very loud at all but clean and clear like a bell as she sang along to the point in the song she was now playing, eyes slowly opening as she watched him and tilted her head to see what he was doing. A smile touched her lips and she sang just a bit lower so that the cello would be the focus of the recording and noy her voice.
Alex Vipond: He couldn't not grin, her enjoyment was so great. A kindred spirit was what she was. Someone who didn't just enjoy music, but needed it. She may not know it yet, but she was hired. She could fill in for his bassist when he was on paternity leave and then take up her own position once he was back.
DezzyGotDizzy: As the song came to an end her eyes fell closed once more and she pressed her forhead to the neck of the cello, the bow laid across her lap. A few deep breaths were pulled in before she looked up at him with a lazy smile. Once the last reverb was ended she started to play elementary and easy songs because it was the perfect song for how she felt. Laughing softly she placed the cello back where it came from and folded her arms over her chest with a smiled, her cheeks flushed with a slight blush as she didnt quite look at him. " Its not the same as the old style.. but the electronic cello has many possibilities.. "
Alex Vipond: He just continued recording, watching her, until she stopped and then he hit the stop button and burned it to the disc. He popped it out and labeled it with a Sharpie with her name and the date before slipping it into a jewel case. "It's easy to see you love music."
DezzyGotDizzy: " Throughout my life.. through all the heartache and loss.. music has been the one thing that keeps me sane.. and grounded. If I didnt have music.. I dont know where I would be today.. " Most likely still buried underground in the cavern sleeping away her existance without any inspiration for life as she knew it.
Alex Vipond: "I understand all too well." He chuckled, and settled back into the chair. "Well, you've got a job if you want it. As I said, my bass player is going on paternity leave, and I'm going to need someone to fill in. Once he comes back you'll fill in where ever and with what ever fits the mood at the time."
DezzyGotDizzy: " Really!? Oh My Gods! " She jumped once and ran over to him and hugged him up like a bear laying a smathering a smootches to his cheek. " You are my hero! Thank you Alex Thank you! " Blinking she pulled back from the bear hug, and using the sleave of her shirt she wiped the lip stick marks from his cheek. a blush coverd her cheeks and she stepped back clearing her throat and whispered softly. " Im sorry.. but really thank you. When do we reherse? "
Alex Vipond: It had been so long since anyone had hugged him, he didn't know quite how to react. He patted her on the back until she pulled back. "You definitely have the enthusiasm needed. Have you ever played a place like this?" he nodded to her thanks. "You're welcome, and ... usually Monday, Wednesday and Friday, and playing on Friday and Saturday nights." He paused, and gave a shrug. "Depending on the schedule, there are other bands here obviously."
DezzyGotDizzy: " A place like this as in a studio? No.. I have not. I am used to a different dynamic all together.. " Like the colloseum.. and not the one in Los Angeles. The Patheon. so many places that were now ancient ruins. She had played as a free person and a slave in several. She fished around in her pocket for a piece of paper and looked around for a pen to make notes about practice times and schedules. " Whats the name of this band Alex? "
Alex Vipond: "Name...." it didn't have a name. "Just Alex. " He chuckled. "My dog is lucky he has a name." Dog. Understatement. Small country that invaded his life and took over. "Fortunately for Gus, I saw the name on a similar breed dog in a ... game."
DezzyGotDizzy: She laughed and nodded to herself. " Alex Band it is. So.. do you have a pen so I can write this down? "
Alex Vipond: He shifted things around until he found a pen and offered it out to her. "I'm usually here, every day, at least for a few hours. Not before noon, though, I'm a late sleeper."
DezzyGotDizzy: " You and I.. we have that in common. " She winked and took the pen writing down days and looked up at him. " What times on the rehersal and shows? "
Alex Vipond: "We'll warm up usually a couple of hours before a show. And show times vary depending on the schedule. Which is entirely up to Javier's staff. "
DezzyGotDizzy: " Ok sounds good. What do you do in the band Alex? " She wrote down the rest of the schedule tucking it into her jacket pocket and roaming around the studio checking out all the instruments and bells and whistles.
Alex Vipond: "Sing, play, sign checks." He nodded, a smile touching his lips as he regarded her. She was all about the questions. "Is this your first time to Seattle?"
DezzyGotDizzy: " Yes... my first time in the United States as well.. " Odd that I would choose Seattle Washington isnt it? " She smiled and tip toed across the cords all lined up on the floor and came to a large amp and leaned against it looking through the grate to the speaker within. ::
Alex Vipond: "It's a beautiful area. Not a lot of sunshine. And what there is of it seems... diminished. It's a good place to be if you're looking to avoid sun related skin conditions."
DezzyGotDizzy: " Are you allergic to the sun? I know a couple of people who are.. I knew them back in Europe. Its funny.. with all that money.. that they could not find a way to avoid the problem.." She smiled and touched each intrument like she was absorbing it into memory learning about it through asmosis.
Alex Vipond: "Allergic is a good word. There's a disease called xeroderma pigmentosum that can cause mild to severe reactions to sunlight. Prolonged exposure to direct light can even kill those who suffer it."
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Post by Alex Vipond on Dec 31, 2012 12:42:44 GMT -8
Original Post Date: Nov 29, 2012, 6:06pm
Alex Vipond: Alex was coming up through the tunnel, later than usual but Gus had required some attention so he'd sat on his ass by the back door and tossed his well used basketball out to him, repeatedly until the big bastard finally tired out. Dusk was still an hour off, nearabouts, and the sun was almost shining. He wasn't taking chances. Coming up from the basement beneath the kitchen, he moved through the stainless steel, highly organized place and out into the main room, before heading for the stairs up to Papa Javier's Javier's private domain.
Javier LaBeaux: Javier was using a worn feather duster diligently on the voodoo altar usually hidden behind a false wall which swung out with the opening of the lower leather-covered wall below the beam at chair-rail level. Upon the altar were white, unlit candles and fresh saucers. He leaned down to hook a bundle of chicken feet from a hook to the right side of center.
Alex Vipond: "And they say it's hard to get good help these days." Alex smirked as he stepped in, a lean taken up near the door. As far as he knew, he was the only vampire Javier had invited in, in all the years he'd been around. Then again Javier wasn't one to talk about his other guests, friends yes, but guests, no. Confidentiality and all that. He was a priest after all. When his phone went off, he pulled it from his pocket and eyed the screen as he leaned there against the doorjamb of Papa Javier's private domain. Reading the screen, his brow furrowed, a pensive look crossing his features. "Huh." He fired back a text, then looked at Javier as the man went about his altar cleaning.
Javier LaBeaux: "And so it is, so I do this myself. Did you take the little girl home?" He didn't bother to look up from the task, but nudged the saucers aside to make sure the base of the altar was immaculate.
Alex Vipond: "I did. She seems to be somewhat terrified of automobiles but then she's ridden with that lycan, Asher, so it's only natural that she should have such a strong reaction to them."
Javier LaBeaux: Straightening, he leaned over the altar to press one of the studs in the diamond pattern dimpling the leather on the wall. The altar slid soundlessly back into it's hiding place and the lower portion of the wall closed back into place. Javier turned to regard Alex. He tipped the business end of the feather duster slightly at the vampire. "You are still young, all things taken into account, Alex. Too young to be shaming girls and breaking their hearts."
Alex Vipond: "Just because I haven't broken the thousand year mark doesn't mean I'm a snot nosed punk. All things taken into account." He smirked. "And I'm not shaming them and breaking their hearts. The only girl I even tapped was that cracked out freshy at Trinity and I haven't been back since." Though, she really should have been named Hoover... Maybe Eureeka.
Javier LaBeaux: Javier grunted, wanting to believe the artist. He strolled for the double doors, which opened of their own accord as he approached, gesturing again with the feather duster for Alex to wait. He flicked the cleaning tool into his workshop and returned to his parlour, the doors returning to block the entrance to the secrets of the priest. He wandered to the small bar and found, and lit, a stub of cigar before pouring a bourbon. "Drink?"
Alex Vipond: "I had one before coming over." He also had a six pack in his car, in a cooler, and his infant bottle warmer that would plug into the cigarette lighter. "But thanks. And I know you didn't ask, but no, I didn't do what the cop thought I had, despite her cuffing me and taking me in to have a talk with me."
Javier LaBeaux: "Why did she think it was you?" he asked plainly as he took his drink, drawing on the cigar as he sat on the leather bench, dark eyes on the vampire.
Alex Vipond: "Because the woman was bitten, and exsanguinated. And Detective Gray is a smart woman. She was putting pieces together and followed her gut to me. Which, lead to other possibilities, but yeah for a moment I do believe she thought I had done it."
Javier LaBeaux: Smoke curled heavenward as Javier regarded Alex. "Should I believe you?" he asked in the same soothing tone.
Alex Vipond: "You've known me for twenty three years, Javier. Have you ever known me to tap a vein that wasn't willing, let alone kill anyone?" Now he was getting indignant. "I don't suppose you've heard anything?"
Javier LaBeaux: He shook his head, both satisfied with the answer and giving one in return. "Nothing. But, I do not have many left of your kind who confide in me. I will, however, for you," he emphasized those 2 words with a jab of the stogie in Alex's direction, "keep my ears open." He may even ask a few questions if the opportunity arose. Unusual, since it wasn't in keeping with his code of tranquility and neutrality.
Alex Vipond: He nodded. "I appreciate it..." he regarded him a long moment. "You're not still pissed at me over Sao Paulo are you? That Lycan was asking for it. He cornered me and would not take no for an answer..." he lifted his hands as if he were giving up. "I ripped his heart out, sure, but I also sent an anonymous donation to his family." Because that makes it all better, you know.
Javier LaBeaux: Javier worked the cigar to the corner of his mouth to accommodate a slight grin as he chuckled quietly. "Alex, meu amigo, if I was pissed, you would not have to ask."
Alex Vipond: "True." he shrugged and then found and dropped into a chair. "I have a date on Friday," he lifted a hand. "before you go there, it's Meghan, the human friend of Asher the lycan.... We're friends. She's made it perfectly clear that's all she wants. She had a bad break up with her ex."
Javier LaBeaux: "Human," Javier mused as he poked at the cigar in his mouth with his tongue. "Can you use restraint if she begins to fill your senses with her warm pulse?"
Alex Vipond: "Javier, I've resisted so far. I did hold her hand once..." He shrugged. "She pulled it away."
Javier LaBeaux: The thick silver rings on his fingers caught the light as Javier removed the cigar from between his lips to ash it into a small clear glass ashtray on the table between them. He said nothing but watched the vampire, waiting to see if he would expound on that.
Alex Vipond: "Also, Dez and Sedona are going to be hanging out. Dez plays cello and Sedona plays guitar." He caught that look, and let out a breath. "I don't know if it was because I hadn't fed, or if she just didn't want to hold my hand. We were watching Real Genius at the house and it just seemed the thing to do at the time."
Javier LaBeaux: Javier barely shook his head. More of an illusion, really. He stuck the cigar back into his mouth and rose, taking his drink. "Obviously not if she removed it. Downstairs."
Alex Vipond: Alex all but hopped up out of the chair and headed for the door. "Yeah well, like I said, she has ex issues and is kind of guy shy now. So who knows."
Javier LaBeaux: "Not to mention that you are a vampire and not just any guy," Javier chuckled quietly again. He paused in the doorway with a thought. "She knows that you are." A vampire.
Alex Vipond: "Meghan?" Alex looked at him and shook his head. "No. We haven't gotten there yet. Sedona knows." he smirked. "She's taken to calling me Lestat." he chuckled.
Javier LaBeaux: Javier snorted and headed down the stairs and around the bar with his drink.
Alex Vipond: "What?" he followed him down, like a kid on the heels of a big brother. "She has no issue with it. My being a vampire or calling me Lestat... It's the music..."
Javier LaBeaux: "The girl who refused to touch you. It was not your lifestyle. It is her hang-up?" He took a seat and a taste of his drink before setting the glass on the bar.
Alex Vipond: "That or because my hands were cold. I'm not sure which. It wasn't like I dove into her mind to find out. I don't like doing that to people unless it's absolutely necessary."
Javier LaBeaux: "Good," he grunted again and removed the cigar from his mouth.
Alex Vipond: "You've known me for what? Twenty three years? You'd think you'd know me by now." He moved around to the counter and took up a lean as Teddy the barely legal to tend bar kid nodded, and went to fetch Alex a bottle and warm it. Kid knew his customers. "You need to keep him, Javier, he does a hell of a job."
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Post by Alex Vipond on Dec 31, 2012 12:44:02 GMT -8
Original Post Date: Dec 3, 2012, 3:14pm
Alex Vipond: Alex was in his studio, laying down tracks on a song he was working on. The red light over the studio door was on, warning those entering that silence was needed. Things had been rather chaotic the last few days. Every time he tried to talk to Sedona, one thing or another cropped up. Ivarr had not been to Studio Seven since the day of the meetings, which suited Alex just fine. He would be happy if the man decided to take up sunbathing.
Sasha M Gray: : Oooh, Harsh. Warranted, but harsh. Gray had some questions and whereas she knew Alex couldn't, or wouldn’t, give certain things away, she wanted to know about this bond between Sebastian and Jemma. What it meant, precisely. She wasn't going to ask Sebastian, the man was too busy offering platitudes as to why he had to strip Mars of his reason, to explain why he'd 'marked' Jemma in the first place. Teddy told her where to find Alex and find him she did, slipping into the control room as quietly as possible to listen as Alex played and sang.
Alex Vipond: Alex saw her, and smiled, but he didn't stop. Not until he was finished with the song and then he set the guitar back into its stand. Rising from the stool, he headed into the control room, and hit the stop record button. He then leaned in and kissed her temple. "Sasha, good to see you." Oddly, he always felt the need to rise up onto the balls of his feet when face to face with the detective. The woman was an inch taller than he was, and it was a little disconcerting. Well, until one looked at the legs, then the imagination ran wild.
Sasha M Gray: : Perv. She smiled at the kiss to her temple, and then dropped onto the sofa, boots lifted and planted on the seat of the chair in front of her. "I see you finally moved some furniture in." She smirked.
Alex Vipond: "Yeah well, it's been getting a little crowded in here, of late. Figured it was needed." He nodded as he sat, one ass cheek resting on the narrow table before a rack of equipment. "To what do I owe the pleasure of a mid-day visit?"
Sasha M Gray: : "Well I figured it was the one time of day when I was most likely to catch you without your vamp buddies around." She dropped her boots to the carpet and leaned forward, eyes on his as her forearms rested on her knees. "What can you tell me about this servant bond between vampires and humans?"
Alex Vipond: He just kind of looked at her for a long moment. "You're considering such a bond?" He never would have thought it of her. She seemed entirely too strong willed to want such.
Sasha M Gray: : She shrugged. "Call it a curiosity." A nod was given as her lips flattened together. Not a smile, it fell far too short for that, but there was an attempt.
Alex Vipond: Regarding her a moment longer, he nodded. "I see." And he did. She was in love with Mars. "Well, it's a whole process, but when the bond is formed, the subject of the bond is rendered quite nearly as strong as the vampire forging the bond, without all the drawbacks like... loss of daylight and pizza...." He wished he'd been able to try that one. It smelled good. "Anyway, it's an eternal bond, severed only through the death of one or the other and would quite likely mean the end of both. It's a very serious undertaking and is not to be done lightly. A vampire can have only one human servant at a time, and no vampire will harm or harass the servant of another. It is expressly forbidden."
Sasha M Gray: : She took all of that in and nodded. "Have you ever had a human servant?" She wondered just when and how Sebastian decided to do this. Certainly it wasn't on a whim. Did he see Jemma and just have to have her? As impetuous as Sebastian could be, she didn't think he would undertake such a monumental step without thinking it through. It was more than a marriage. More than a partnership. It was a level of trust that had to be both deep and eternal.
Alex Vipond: "No, I have not tried before now." He nodded. Yes, he was forging that bond with Meghan. It was not under the circumstances he wanted, but it was necessary. He tried to read her thoughts on the matter and then remembered the talismans Javier had given her. "Good, I'm glad you have them on you."
Sasha M Gray: : "The..." She nodded the in understanding. "Yes, like an idiot I actually went out last night without them." She contemplated again before asking. "So, what would happen if one of the parties of this meeting of the minds so to speak went south? If one party or the other wanted to break it?"
Alex Vipond: "It can't be done." He shook his head. "Death is the only way out. And the only occurrence I know of, of a human successfully breaking that bond without dying was a necromancer. Something about her supernatural properties, her strength, allowed her to survive the slaying of her vampire master. Which is why such things are not entered into lightly. There has to be absolute trust. One has to have the permission of the human in question, and has to make them fully aware of the consequences of such a bond. Otherwise... You're setting yourself up to be slain. I could see someone, forced into such a situation taking it upon themselves to perform a murder suicide package...” he paused, thoughts going to Sebastian and Jemma. He really needed to talk to Sebastian. Find out if the girl was willing and just how far he trusted her. He could, quite easily, be in danger. If a necromancer could survive a killing of the master, then would it not stand to reason that a werewolf just might?
Sasha M Gray: : Jemma had been willing. Her heart ached for Mars, even if the man was 'alright' with the situation now. He hadn't been. He'd been hurt and betrayed and absolutely raging. She looked back at Alex. "You said you hadn't tried before now. Meaning that now you have tried?"
Alex Vipond: He regarded her a long moment then nodded. "Meghan. Ivarr has taken it upon himself to harass her. And you know what that can be like. So yes." He nodded. "I am in the process of forming that bond with her." Sasha M Gray: : "So it's more of a 'marriage' of convenience." How sad for them both.
Alex Vipond: "Well, I suppose, yes, but it's not without it's perks. I like her, she likes me. I'm not going to be lord and master over her the way some would. I will not strip her of her right and will to come and go as she pleases. And who knows? It could be epic. " he smiled, remembering their snowball fight up on Stevens Pass. "At the very least it will be fun."
Sasha M Gray: She smiled to him as she rose. "As long as you have fun." Alex was probably the only vampire in existence who would hear those words pass her lips. Most were arrogant asses. Alex was like the most laid back, Zen vampire she'd ever met. Then again, she'd not met a whole lot of them. She kissed his cheek on the way to the door. "Thanks, Alex." She stepped away and moved toward the door.
Alex Vipond: Alex smiled and nodded as he watched her. "Nice perfume, by the way." He pushed from his rest against the table and followed her toward the door. It was time to get a bottle or two.
Sasha M Gray: She paused and looked back at him, door open, half a step taken out a low chuckle given, as she shook her head. "Since when have you known me to wear perfume?" Men, they were all losing their minds. She continued on, and out, she had things to do.
Alex Vipond: Pausing there in the doorway, he watched her walk away from him down the hall and away, his expression contemplative. "Right...." He looked back into the control room, and took a slow deep breath. There was definitely a subtle scent there. One that hadn't been before she arrived. Earthy, like sandalwood and ...."Moss..." He looked back down the hall as she disappeared from view. "Huh."
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Post by Alex Vipond on Dec 31, 2012 12:45:20 GMT -8
Dec 3, 2012, 6:42pm
Alex Vipond: After Sasha had left, Alex headed up front, still pondering the scent he'd picked up from her. A woman who does not wear perfume, smelling of sandalwood and moss. A woman who slept, or had been until recently, with a lycan. He leaned against the counter and looked at Teddy who, without a word moved to get Alex's bottle warming. Did Alex compel the kid, or otherwise get in his head? No. He just tipped well, and therefore got five star service, every where he went.
Manager Cieaner: -Jake had received the address to the studio that Sedona recommended to him. As he pulled in the address on Shenandoah in his black on black FJ Cruiser, the manager hit the lock for the SUV as he walked towards the studio. He saw the buzzer as he was just popping in to get a feel for the place. It was pretty much an unannounced visit, but hopefully there would be someone to speak with. The gruff industry veteran would hit the buzzer, and glance around at the the surroundings. He was still getting used to that lovely Seattle weather again as he waited:: -- (d)
Alex Vipond: The place was open, though the crowd was sparse. The first set wouldn't start until eight, a good three and a half hours off yet. The sound of the vehicle had been noted, however, and Alex looked toward the door expectantly as Alex Vipond: Teddy, the barely legal to tend bar, bar tender set his bottle of A pos on the counter for him.
Manager Cieaner: --Jake tried to open the door as he chuckled at himself when realizing the venue was open. Shaking his head, muttering as he called himself a dumbass, as the manager went into the venue. Things were a bit quiet as he made his way towards the bar. He had no idea who was playing tonight, but figured he'd speak with the bartender about the contact that Sedona had given him. As he approached Teddy, he said:: "Hey man, how you are doing? I was looking to speak with Alex. Is he around?" -- (d)
Alex Vipond: Teddy's eyes slid from the man to Alex. The last time people had come looking for the singer, he'd been mauled and threatened. Alex gave the kid a smiled, then looked to the man. "I'm Alex." Teddy had, not Alex. Teddy doesn't like getting mauled and threatened. Then again, neither did Alex, but Alex tended to bite back when it happened to him.
Manager Cieaner: --There was no threats or mauling going to take place on this day. Jake turned to face Alex and reached over, extending his large hand and introduced himself:: "Hey Alex, I'm Jake Collingwood. I'm managing Sedona's band Eleventh Hour. She had mentioned something about wanting to use studio space here. I was gonna see if you had time to discuss options for the use." -- (d)
Alex Vipond: Taking the man's hand, he nodded. "I can certainly tell you what's available and show you around the place. If you make any decisions, Teddy can set you up with the paperwork." His hand would be cool to the touch, with a body temp of only 95 degrees, it was to be expected. Had Alex gone up front a few minutes earlier, or Jake come in a few minutes later, his temp would have been warmer, thanks to the contents of the bottle, which Alex now slid back to "Keep that warm for me, will you?" He pushed from his lean and stepped back. "Obviously this area here is where one gets their eats and drinks, there's not a lot in the way of tables, these counters between pillars, a few tables scattered around the outside, the stage over there. The studios themselves are down this hall..." he headed back. "There are several sizes, from full studios to simple booths for the kids to come in and sing to their favorite songs. There's usually no less than three bands playing a night and the first set starts at eight. The studios are soundproof, with one foot walls and sound dampeners, that way their music doesn't infringe on others, and the live action out front doesn't seep in." he paused at his door, and opened it up, stepping into the control room. "This is one of the largest of the spaces available. We've got our control room, the main recording room and the voice booth off to the side." He leaned against the console and looked back at Jake.
Manager Cieaner: --Noticing the cool handshake and didn't think much about it. It was damp and cold and being at a venue, he figured Alex had been outside a lot today. Jake was quite curious to see why this place was Seattle's best kept recording secret. He'd follow Alex towards the different sound studios as he heard about the bands and asked:: "Who's playing here in the coming weeks?" ::Jake was always curious to see what bands played venues, as it gave him ideas for Sedona's band later on. Making his way towards the studio, and noticing the up to date mixing boards, soundproofing, mic stands and digital recording equipment. He nodded in approval:: "I have to say that this is all very good. Looks like all the same studio stuff I'm used to down in LA. I'm quite impressed." ::Jake sat down on a nearby stool as he glanced at Alex and continued:: "I think you've been speaking with Sedona about the recording of the next album. I do have to clear everything with her and the band first. But essentially, we are looking for one of the larger spaces, most likely for 3 to 4 weeks in January. What sort of price range would we be looking at for that? Sed and I still gotta talk producers and all that shit first though." -- (d)
Alex Vipond: "Oh, God... Um... We got Visions of Disorder, Emure, White Chappel, Turisas, Unearth, Obey the Brave.. Lot of grunge, lot of metal..." he smirked. "Then you got me. Depending on the size and it sounds like you're going to need the larger room, but that will run about seven hundred a day." He nodded. "You looking for executive or music? If it's backing you need... I can see what I can do."
Manager Cieaner: ::Jake nodded at the price. It wasn't too crazy of a cost, at least compared to the studios in LA. He glanced over at Alex, saying:: "So, for 3 weeks- roughly $21-$23,000 for the entire recording process. It's not bad. But I've just started working with these guys, so I'm not sure what they are used to spending. My guess is, not that much. But the label is making this album a priority, so they could potentially get more money." ::Jake and Alex were talking shop at this point as he continued:: "Ten years ago, it wasn't a big deal to see a band their size spend double or triple that, but you know how shitty money has gotten in this industry. I should also ask- do you have any local opening spots available on any of the bills you mentioned?" -- (d)
Alex Vipond: "Vision of Disorder actually doesn't have anyone listed." he nodded, "I can see about slotting Eleventh Hour there."
Manager Cieaner: ::Jake thought that could work. Eleventh Hour had been around a while, and they probably shared fans with VOD. He said to Alex:: "When's the VOD show? Obviously, the talent has to agree to things. I don't know how familiar you are with them, but I gotta run this past them." -- (d)
Alex Vipond: "They're slated for Friday, and though I haven't seen them tonight yet, they're usually here a few days before and rehearsing daily."
Manager Cieaner: ::Jake nodded as he had to think about it. He said to Alex:: "I'll hope they can get their asses motivated by Friday. How long would the set be? And most of all, how much?" ::Jake had to be on the ball about this, the band wasn't gonna play for free. He gave Alex the agenda for the band:: "I hope to have them in the studio in January and back on a month long tour in late February. They do have a warm up show at the Showbox opening for Napalm Death and Down in mid-January." -- (d)
Alex Vipond: "Sets are an hour long, pay will probably run around fifteen hundred." He nodded at the information. "Sounds good. We'll see what we can put together and if you need an executive, let me know."
Manager Cieaner: ::Jake nodded and said:: "An hour will work. And $1,500 doesn't sound bad. I will have to get back to you on it. Even if we can't make something happen this time, perhaps next time you need a local- let me know." ::the large graying manager rose from the stool:: "Does that sound good?" -- (d)
Alex Vipond: "Sounds good." Alex rose when Jake did, and offered his hand out. "I look forward to it."
Manager Cieaner: ::Jake shook Alex's hand, noticing it was cold again and laughed, saying:: Damn Seattle weather, you can never get the chill out of your body." ::Jake would follow Alex and headed back towards the stage room:: -- (d)
Alex Vipond: He gave a slow nod. "Yeah, it's a bitch." He headed back out front. "Papa Javier may well be available next time you're around. You should really meet him. He's ... colorful." He chuckled. Voodoo priest who dressed like a pimp.
Manager Cieaner: Jake laughed and said, "Papa Javier? I've heard of that guy. He came down to LA a year ago or something and I think I met him on Sunset. Kept telling me he had a venue in Seattle. It's amazing I ended back up here. But thanks for showing me around. I'm gonna let you know about Friday for sure." Jake reached the concert stage again and said:: "We'll be in touch." -- (d)
Alex Vipond: "Good, Sedona has my number if you need to get a hold of me for anything."
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Post by Alex Vipond on Dec 31, 2012 18:43:17 GMT -8
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Post by Alex Vipond on Jan 1, 2013 1:48:11 GMT -8
Thread Started on Nov 23, 2012, 1:16pm
Alex Vipond: Alex had gone home and fed, then had curled up in a ball and slept hard. Harder than he had for a long time. The injuries, the drugs that had been pumped into him, it had all taken a toll. When he woke, he'd fed again, then headed for the club. Leaving the Benz in the parking garage, he traversed the last two blocks by way of storm drains, coming up in the club's basement. He had an old friend to speak to. He wasn't entirely convinced his accident had been one, and he needed to touch base, put some feelers out. Make certain there wasn't more to it.
Arn Lagerkold: Just what reason he had to step into a place like this was questionable. There was a trinket he was heading there to pick up in truth something small, somthing important an when it came to important things relics and the like there was one more that a few turned to for safe guarding. Arn was that man, in 900 years he had not once failed his most sacred of duities. Never faultered on his word, that was the nature of what many saw a silent stubborn man. No his was not a oath to silence his was a oath to a orginization that in most eyes could only be read about. Still that had not stopped the light sounds of leather bound boots settling the rubber of those boots upon the ground. A small talk to the guard had him forgeting to frisk. A shame really, that could have been a dangerous move pending on just who may have been within. Leather duster almost never was not a part of his attire. Which today included a black wool woven turtle neck with a simple black shirt under it. Casual dress pants. With that silver belt buckle in the shape of none other but a cross. It was a gift ages ago. For those of hightened abilities what was the scents that played into the air about him. Red baked deserts sands, an ancient candles the kind one once would have found in a monistary. Still further for those sensitive to a holy touch, they in closer proximity would feel kiss of a holy aura. What created such well that likely was a mystery to some. Though it was not hard to say it was a object of some kind. The messanger knew who he would be looking for. It was not Arn's need to know the messanger, he had make transactions before. More over he knew discretion would be taken. So where was the first place a man like Arn went to in a place such as this. A quite corner of the bar top. Where icey blues could watch over those within with a hawkish battle hardend gaze of days long past. Suprisingly perhaps the man could have seemed but a enigma to many supernaturals. Appearing all too human an still kissed with a scent combination, an facial an hand scaring that spoke for the weapons of ages forgotten. " Cider. " He said that germanic swedish accent played forward to the tender. It was not your new day swedish accent no that was becoming less germanic, not quite as harsh an defining as the one he had spoken with. (D)
Alex Vipond: From the outside the place looked like a dive. Literally. It didn't improve much once inside. It looked more like a garage than a bar/studio/music venue. But it had twenty soundproof rehearsal rooms, with walls one foot thick, that were also used for recording. There were not guards, per se. There was security, bouncers who handled the every day issues of people causing a ruckus, too drunk, disturbing the peace etc. For the other end of the spectrum the place was locked down tight. The owner had one rule. No violence. That meant no biting, no wolfing out, no antics of any kind. There were wards, sigils, and when that failed, the owner, a large black man, a Houngan from New Orleans, also had a large base ball bat that he lovingly referred to as his no bull stick. When Alex came up from the basement, he found Javier in his office, knuckles giving the door a light rap and then he waited for the man to either tell him to come in, or fuck off.
Arn Lagerkold: It would not take long for the young man to enter. Finding his mark, It was not every day Arn recived a deliver of any kind. No it was quite rare. The Vatican held most items. Still there were certian ones that were more delicate of nature. That were well best kept from prying eyes after all. When the youth spoke it was softer. A light not of french decent. Small smile played upon Arns lips as he listened to the words spoken. What were they? you ask yourself. "Docere dictum patrem vestrum, erit anima tua custodiri." There was a light nod given to the boy. As the reply came " Concede custodiam, ite filius Dei " The small rose wood box was passed from one hand to the next soon hidden under the leathery surface of that duster. Never another word was spoken only a quite countiance, a touch of peace to surround the man reciving the item. This was enough of a outing for one day. Soon again those foot falls played on the ground carrying him out of the establishment as though he had never truely been there at all. (D)
Alex Vipond: Javier, behind his desk, watched the exchange on the monitor of his computer before he finally spoke to Alex, bidding him "Enter," before he pressed a button and told the bouncers to have the young man detained. No one dealt goods in Javier's house behind his back. Ever. Alex stepped in as security went out to collect the boy, one brow rising as he looked over at Javier. For all that the studio looked like a dumb, Javier's office was the epitome lavish decor. One of those places that reeked of luxury, if one was in a two bit bawdy house. Red velvet and gold tassels, and brocade wall coverings, gold trim everywhere, the room was .. gaudy. Lush, but gaudy. Alex moved in further and took the seat offered, a glance around at all the ... artifacts, that littered the room. "It's been a long time, my friend."
Arn Lagerkold: It was not Arn's duty to watch over the messanger there were risks to any venture. However the child would be detained. As for information. The only information they would recive was that he carried a box. Provided he was mind rolled. It really was a shame, for centuries messangers were not told what it was they carried. Nor were they allowed to look at the content of such. Sure he could give the information about the converstaion as short as it had been. Hopefully they understood latin. Cause it really was the only language the boy had been brought up on. In addition however he wore a pecular necklace, silver cross was backed by the vatican's official coat of arms also known as seal. This was the way of life the way things moved aferall. Arn himself slipped back into his truck, that fifites something model ford that had seen days much better then the one at hand. It took just a short while to get the machine started warmed up an capable of leaving however that was the way of older vehicles specially one that likely should have been replaced 10 years before. (D)
Alex Vipond: "It has indeed, my friend." Javier replied, and then the door opened, the boy was hustled in, and Javier settled that unnerving stare upon the child. "Quae res si quando est, quae in tuis rebus est, non est in me. Custodite is sicco. Vestris narrate superiores.." Javier then reached for a baseball sized, hairy item from his desk and tossed it to the kid. "Quid est ultimam, quae praecepta mea fregi. Nunc, vade." Javier regarded the child through a haze of cigar smoke, the shrunken head now in the kid's possession a mere trinket he'd picked up somewhere along his travels, but he liked using such things to freak people out. He would wait until the child was gone before allowing the grin to form. He looked at Alex. "I can't have people doing business in my house that does not pertain to my business. It lends trouble that I do not need."
Alex Vipond: "That's just ... wrong." But he was laughing, none the less. It was only a moment before he sobered before that penetrating gaze of his friend. "I woke up in the morgue sometime early this morning. Have you heard anything? Maybe someone from the old country followed me back? I can't imagine Lisette's family being too ... enamored of me." Javier's brows rose at that. "No shit?, hmmm." Not much ever surprised the VooDoo Priest, but this was surprising to him. "I have heard nothing," he gestured to Alex with his cigar, "but if I hear anything, I will let you know." Alex nodded, rising, hand offered out. "I appreciate it." Javier rose and shook his hand, "For you, mon ami, anything."
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Post by Alex Vipond on Jan 2, 2013 23:55:00 GMT -8
Alex Vipond: Alex was feeling like a one armed paper hanger. Javier was not yet back from New Orleans and Alex more than half suspected he'd fallen prey to one of Marie Laveaux's descendants. He hoped his friend had not run afoul of anything. In the mean time, he had travel arrangements he was making and preparation for leaving.... Teddy, in charge. Should the need arise. Alex hoped it didn't come to that. Not for as long as he was planning on being gone. That would really just suck. For Teddy, for him and for Javier. Not to mention the patrons who would have to deal with the ensuing chaos. Alex was, at present, in the back going over the books and trying not to rip his hair out. Fortunately if he did cave into the impulse it would grow back.
Jake Collingwood: ::After Eleventh Hour had wrapped up the recording on their next album for at least a few days, Jake had popped in from time to time, just to make sure the band wasn't causing any problems, and that everything was going smoothly. Everything had seem to be all right, and the band was off doing their own thing. With Sed sleeping at Jake's after a late night, the manager made his way back to the Studio this evening after receiving a text from Sed, knowing she left two guitars at the Studio. As the black on black FJ Cruiser pulled up, Jake slid out of the car and entered the studio. Upon his entrance, he nodded to Teddy and glanced around for Alex- whom he hadn't seen much of since the recording got going. He approached Teddy, asking him where Alex was and explaining why he had stopped by. With the concert schedule a little light for a few weeks, things seemed to be pretty quiet tonight.:: -- (d)
Alex Vipond: Teddy would tell him that Alex was, in fact in the back and likely ready for a break. He offered to tell Alex he was there but by that time Alex was, in fact heading up front for that much needed break. Book keeping was very much not his forte. That was why he hired accountants to deal with his own affairs. And he could rest assured that his people didn't try to screw him over. Sometimes it paid to be able to tap into the thoughts of others. And too there was that whole heart rate thing. Kind of a built in lie detector. Most who could beat those were either CIA or psychopaths. Funny how those two were so closely related... Anyway, Alex was stepping into the main room from the small office off the kitchen. Not Javier's office, which was upstairs, but just a small space, big enough for a desk and a chair. And not much else. It may have been a broom closet at once.
Jake Collingwood: --Jake thanked Teddy for offering to go and grab Alex, but as soon as the offer was asked, Jake could see Alex making his way to towards the front of the club. As Alex came closer to Jake, the manager gave him a head nod and said:: "Hey Alex, everything all right?" --Alex did look a little flustered, but wouldnt try to pry any more than that. Jake was here to grab the guitars, talk for a few and then head back to the loft to see his sleeping beauty. Teddy offered Jake a beer and the manager would have a Corona within a few minutes. When Alex was close, he said to him:: "Hopefully the band didn't trash the studio. I had to stop by- I was out and Sed left two of her guitars here, so I'm coming by to pick them up. Mind if I head to the back to grab them?"-- (d)
Alex Vipond: "Dude..." Alex grinned at him, hand offered out as he approached. "Good to see you, Man, just trying to keep from losing my marbles." He didn't know how the hell people did this. And he thought it was stressful trying to get to a gig half way around the world by burro.... Okay so no actually asses were involved, but there were plenty who were assholes. "Yeah sure, go ahead. How's she doing? I know it's been killer hectic of late."
Jake Collingwood: --Jake shook Alex's hand, noting that it was a bit cool- and now what Sed had told him about some of the residents of Seattle, he knew anything was possible. Either way, he knew Alex was a stand up guy and respected him. He sipped on the Corona as Alex looked happy to see him, but Jake would ask:: "What's going on? It ain't the band, is it?" ::He heard the question about Sed and nodded, smiling as he continued:: "Sed is quietly resting at my place right now. I've been trying to let them work on the album and not interfere much the past couple of days. I think they've been good in the studio, but Sed and Ryan are furiously fighting over a few songs. But there a band- they'll work it out. I am sure they'll have it hashed out before their show on the 11th at the Showbox." ::Jake almost forgot about their showcase with Down and Napalm Death, but as he said it, it reminded him that he had to talk with Sed about it-- (d)
Alex Vipond: "Oh, God, no..." he chuckled and took up a lean against the bar. "Javier's been in New Orleans and I've been keeping an eye on the place frankly, between you and me, I'm surprised it hasn't all come crashing down around my ears. I have no head for numbers which, considering the fact that I write music is a bit off, but then we're not exactly talking about an eight of a bar here. No, there are supplies to order and tills to count and deposits to make...." He shook his head and waved it off. "This is why I hire people to do that kind of crap for me."
Jake Collingwood: --Jake laughed, as he could relate to what Alex was saying. He shook his head, saying:: --Yeah, I handle the bands, not their finances. Some are better than others. But the place is still standing and it doesn't look like it's going to shit, so looks like you're putting up a good front." ::Jake laughed once again as he asked:: "Got any big shows coming up? I know you're more the booking person than the operational guy." --Jake glanced around and sipped on the beer as the two conversed as he remembered something::: "Oh yeah, by the way, heard about you and Meghan- congrats!" -- (d)
Javier LaBeaux: The front door opened, ushering in a blast of the heavy cold air along with a Javier and a tuxedoed driver towing a 3 foot tall suitcase by it's handle. The priest grumbled and chewed on the stub of unlit cigar in his teeth while his wallet from his pocket to tip the driver. "They lost my bags!" he exclaimed for probably the 100th time. "Lost them! AGAIN!" The driver took the offered bills and ducked back outside. Javier swung a glare to Alex and Jake as the cigar trembled between clenched teeth. "AGAIN!"
Alex Vipond: "We got some on the 4th and the 5th, then nothing until the ninth and we've got shows running from then until the 13th. Then it picks up again on the 18th, 19th and ...." Well what do you know? There was Javier. "It's about time? What was her name?" Seriously. Had to be a woman. "Yeah well try arriving in Brazil while your guitar is in a holding pattern over Cleveland. When you left for Brazil from Florida. Explain that shit to me." For the record, it was four years ago. And he still hadn't gotten over it. It was his Tak, man, they lost his fucking Tak!
Jake Collingwood: --As they discussed the upcoming shows, he knew it would be a busy month for the music scene in Seattle. It was the calm before the storm in regards to touring and such, so he was enjoying the quiet. He nodded to Javier as he came and wondered what had happened outside as he arrived. As Alex made his comment towards Javier, the manager was going to step back a little and let the owner and manager discuss some things. He'd chill and sip on his Corona as he'd let them argue it out-- (d)
Javier LaBeaux: Javier growled in sympathy and stalked to the bar to find a match, leaving the suitcase at the bottom of the steps to his office/home. The light was where he'd left it and the cigar stub got the priest's attention until the end glowed red and smoke curled around his face. He leaned on the bar. "No woman this time. The houngan asogwe of Orleans parish died. I stayed."
Alex Vipond: "Sorry to hear that." he nodded. "How are they doing? Everyone else okay? The tomato shipment was bad, I don't now where the hell these things came from but they were just wrong, man. I've seen betterfruit thrown at .... " he paused and shrugged. "Well, you get the idea. So until the replacement shipment comes in, you're fucked if you want tomatos on anything."
Javier LaBeaux: Javier grunted. One more straw on the camel's back. He puffed at the stub until it glowed again, then reached under the bar for a bottle of bourbon and a glass. He produced 2 more glasses and poured one while nodding at Alex and Jake to ask if they wanted a snort. "That is too bad."
Alex Vipond: He nodded to the offered booze. He'd play at it until he could swap the glass out with Javier's empty one while Jake wasn't looking. Sleight of hand, at vampire speed. Man, he could have been headlining in Vegas as an Illusionist... Ah well.
Jake Collingwood: --Jake nodded in response to the offer for the shot. He was shocked at just how quickly Alex took down the shot. The manager would raise his shot glass to Javier and Alex, not saying anything as he downed the shot and set the glass down on the bartop. He then said:: Thanks Javier, appreciate it. -- (d)
Javier LaBeaux: "New Orleans will survive. She always does. How is everyone here?" The priest nodded to both their welcomes and downed his own shot after removing the cigar from the corner of his mouth. He drew and ashtray from under the bar and finally let the stogie rest there as he poured another round.
Alex Vipond: "Good." He nodded and grinned, lft hand raising and flashing that wedding band at him. "Vegas, the 22nd. We're still doing it right in Hawaii though." He spun glass on the bar, watching as the amber rose in the glass. "We'll be heading out on the fourth, even though the wedding isn't until the 26th." He nodded. "Boat. She's sleek and pretty, but not fast."
Jake Collingwood: --Jake heard what Javier asked and nodded to him. He knew that the band was behaving so far as they were recording the album, and Jake wanted to keep it that way. He said:: "Yeah, things are all right. The band is loving the studio, and they're taking a few days off. I had to pick up a few guitars that were left here." ::Meanwhile, he did a double take as he heard Alex about the trip. He didnt know if he had the patience for that long of a voyage, but more power to Alex and Meghan for it. He would ask Alex:: "Are you stopping anywhere during the voyage to Hawaii?" -- (d)
Alex Vipond: "Sadly, no. We may hit San Diego to top up the tanks, but after that... no place to stop." He lifted the glass as if to take a drink, then continued. "Too, she only makes eight knots, average, twelve at best, so best time to Hawaii would be like twelve days."
Jake Collingwood: --Jake nodded at the response from Alex. He figured they were grazing the Pacific coastline as he said to Alex:: "The port isn't bad, checkout the Gaslight District if you get a chance. Consider Sed and I at the wedding- I just gotta tell her first." ::He laughed as he finished up his Corona and had to break the just terrible news that they had to go to Hawaii in January. Damn.-- (d)
Javier LaBeaux: "It will take me that long to straighten out this place," Javier predicted and sipped at his bourbon.
Alex Vipond: "The jet leaves Boeing Field on Friday, well, Thursday night, arrives Friday morning. Tail number N657T, corporate jet for Life Force Enterprises. Not sure what terminal she'll be at yet, but I'll have that information by then." He nodded as Jake mentioned the Gaslight District, then shot Javier a look. "Hey, I warned you I wasn't all up with bar and restauranting..."
Jake Collingwood: --Jake laughed upon hearing Alex's comment as he said:: "I've toured with bands for almost 20 years, you give me a city- I'll tell you where to go to get drunk and have good food." --He smirked as he heard the airplane information knowing that they should be able to make it as he continued:: "I don't think we have anything going on that weekend. It will be a lot of fun." -- (d)
Javier LaBeaux: "I will take you up on that offer," Javier gestured at Jake with his glass. The thick gold ring on his finger caught the light as he took another taste.
Alex Vipond: "It's settled then." He nodded. "Not sure if we're coming home afterward. I've got a couple of gigs set up for like the second week in February, and then... We were talking about Greece. Maybe spend a couple weeks there, do a few shows..."
Jake Collingwood: --Jake nodded as he said:: "Unfortunately, dont know too many places in Greece worth checking out- it's been years since I've been there." -He nodded as he gave them the band's itinerary, saying:: "Yeah, we'll be gone starting the 21st of February on tour and end in mid-March- should be a good tour. After that, we can perhaps start the work on the record release party. Obviously, I was hoping we could do that here at Studio 7." -- (d)
Alex Vipond: "Personally, I've nevere played there, but I have a house that I should actually visit." No, he'd never been to his own house. He found it listed on Sotheby's and bought it. The way he moved around and needed to move around, it was wise to have places, all over the globe. And some as obscure as possible. "Oh and not for nothing, but my ex... THE ex, may show up. I got a little gift from her yesterday." He gave Javier a sour look.
Jake Collingwood: --the manager looked impressed as he heard Alex's comment, saying:: "Damn, you've bought a house you haven't even seen? I'm impressed." --Then he heard his other comment and said to them:: "The ex situation is never good. I got a drunken voice mail from mine on New Year's Eve, when my daughter was in town. Wasn't fun." -Jake wanted to change that topic real quick, as he said:: "Hey Alex, I gotta get back to the loft. Mind if I go back and grab the guitars and get out of your guys hair?" -- (d)
Alex Vipond: "It looked good in the photos. It may well be a dump in person." He pulled his phone and started flipping through his saved images. No, not that one. Meghan would kill him if he showed anyone that one, though she sure looked cute in those antlers. "Yeah, go ahead..." He nodded to Jake."
Javier LaBeaux: Javier eyed Alex and shifted against the bar. "More trouble," he complained under his breath.
Jake Collingwood: --He set his beer down and said to Alex:: "Thanks man, I'll talk with you later. Thanks for the drink." ::Jake looked to Javier, saying:: "Good to see you again Javier, I'll see you guys later." --Jake would head to grab the guitars and make his way out-- (d)
Javier LaBeaux: "Be well." Javier collected his drink and cigar and headed for the suitcase.
Alex Vipond: "Yeah well, I've avoided her this long, I should be able avoid her for a while longer." Maybe. But she knew where he was. Not that he'd been aware she was looking but still.
Javier LaBeaux: He stuck the now cold stub between his teeth after taking another drink of the bourbon. He bent at the knees, balancing the drink while leaning his shoulder into the bag and hefted it with a clean rise. "I'll make you something for that." The muscles of his arms bunched and his jacket stretched across his shoulders as the priest took the first of the steps and considered what talisman Alex might need. He chuckled quietly. "Perhaps a likeness of her."
Alex Vipond: "So... if your luggage was lost, who have you got in the bag?" He lifted a brow and looked at Javier." He shook his head. "I do not need a likeness of She Who Will Not Be Named." Andrew Dice Clay popped into his head. Only it was 'What you got in the bag, bitch?', instead of bowl.
Javier LaBeaux: "This?" He turned and tried to see Alex around the heavy bag, banging the wheels against the wall. "This is gris gris from Papa Beaulieu. You go'n' see some magic now." He grunted, found his balance and continued up the stairs.
Alex Vipond: "You want a hand with that?" He chuckled and moved after man, carrying his glass with him even though he hadn't touched a lick of it to his lips. He took the handle of the bag and lifted it with ease. Yes, he was a hell of a lot slighter than Javier, but he had that vampire strength that overcame his slight build.
Javier LaBeaux: "I forgot about you." He gave the case over to Alex and unlocked his door, stepping up and inside before reaching to take the case from the vampire. "Go find your girl. I have work I must do."
Alex Vipond: "Alright. And be careful, if she shows up. The term snake in the grass was coined after her."
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Teddy Swick
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I know it's only rock and roll. But I like it.
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Post by Teddy Swick on Jan 18, 2013 9:17:32 GMT -8
Teddy was replacing stock, and cleaning up, getting things set for opening at noon. He moved from the back to the main room, a keg in hand and stepped behind the bar to set it in place.
~Traci spent most of her days and nights at Smokey Joes. It seemed like her whole life took place there. Sadly to say the least. Rarely getting out she decided she was going to today. Have a drink or two and who knew from there. She had heard of the place she was pulling up in the parking lot at. Putting the mustang in park she climbed out then headed toward the door. Didn't look to shabby to her on the outside so with pulling the handle she stepped in and looked around. Wearing a pair of jeans, a white shirt and her jacket she headed straight to the bar where she took a seat. ~ (d
When the door opened, Teddy straightened up and looked toward it. "Hey, good morning." He wiped his hands on his jeans, and then pulled the towel from his shoulder and wiped his hands. "Can I help you?"
~With a smile to the young man she shook her head as fingers clasped each other on top of the bar counter.~" Good morning and yeah I'll have a budlight if they are cold. "~ The guy looked very, very young. Wasn't her bar so she wasn't much worried about it~ (d
He was old enough. Just ... didn't necessarily look it. "One Bud Light, coming up." He smiled, pulled a bottle, and cracked the cap. Setting it on the bar, he set a napkin beside it. "Three fifty."
~Reaching in her jacket pocket she pulled out a twenty and slid it toward him before picking up the beer. Taking a drink from it she glanced around the place. It was quiet, well because it was early which she liked. Eyes slid back over to him~ "Don't let me keep you from what you need to do. " (d
Taking the twenty, Teddy made change, leaving the sixteen fifty on the bar for her. "If you need anything, let me know." He nodded and stepped back, starting in on the morning chores again. He grabbed the broom up and started sweeping the floor. Once he had it swept, he'd mop, making sure the stickiness from the night's spilled drinks was up off the floor.
~Taking another sip of the beer she watched him clean~ "You look very young, does your father or family own this place?"~ Yes she was making conversation, hell they were the only two in there so why not. Leaning back in her chair she looked around at the different liquors they had~ (d
Teddy gave a chuckle at that and shook his head. "No, my father.... doesn't live here." He rinsed and wrung the mop, starting back across the room, taking wide swipes with it and nudging the bucket along as he did so. "And even if he were, I'm old enough he can't tell me what I can or can't do." Yes, there was just a touch of anger toward his old man in his voice. "Man named Papa Javier owns it."
~The hint in his voice toward his father was very noticeable. Taking another drink she turned to watch him move around the place~" I didn't mean to imply you were a child, you just look very young to be running a place like this." ~She didn't want to bring up that again~" I've heard of this place a few times. I own a bar called Smokey Joes right outside of city limits. " (d
Teddy smiled at her. "Run it?" Shaking his head, he rinsed the mop and continued across the floor. "Naw. I just tend bar and clean up. Papa Javier runs it and when he's not around, Alex does. Though Alex is in Hawaii at present."
"Ah I see"~ Nodding she turned back around in her chair and left him to get back to what he was doing. No need in her bothering him. She finished up her beer then slid a five toward the side of the bar then stood up. With a smile on her face she looked at him~ "I'm Traci by the way, anytime you want to come by Smokey Joes please do. "(d
Wiping his hand on his jeans, he crossed over to her and offered it out. "Teddy, pleased to meet you." he smiled and then nodded. "Smokey Joe's huh? I'll have to check it out some day."
~Taking his hand she smiled as she shook it.~" Nice to meet you as well Teddy. Yeah come on out, its a biker bar pretty much but some good ole people come there. "~ Smirking ~" Have a good day Teddy. I'll try to get back when I can."~ Letting go of his hand she headed toward the door and to her car and sadly she had to get back to work.~ (d
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Post by Izzy Beausoleil on Jan 19, 2013 5:33:23 GMT -8
Teddy Swick: Teddy'd had the place ready to open at noon and the crowd had been slow and steady, but with the encroaching darkness, the crowd was starting to swell. It would still be a good four hours before the first band took the stage, but the canned music was good.
Ash J Morrison: Well, Ash was off duty, and he'd been determined to salvage what was left of his friday night. Despite the bitter cold, he'd braved the outside world for a night of getting completely shit-faced drunk and hopefully get a few phone numbers. He slunk through the front door with a simple flash of ID to the bouncer, who probably wouldn't have carded the Kiwi, but it was habit for Ash. Worn blue jeans, a well fitting t-shirt of charcoal gray that read 'G_ F_CK Y__RS_LF. Would you like to buy a vowel?' "Beer, beer, beer," he mumbled to himself, as if the mantra would get him to the bar faster. He fumbled almost comically in his back pocket for his wallet. "Sam Adams please. Any kind. You guys serve nachos? I'd wrestle a Yeti for some jalapeno nachos right now, sans quacamole." That stuff had absolutely no flavor, so he liked his nachos unadulterated.
Teddy Swick: "Yes, we do." Teddy nodded and got the man his Sam, and set that on the bar. "You want those nachos loaded, or just cheezy?" Cause they could add anything and everything on them.
Ash J Morrison: Ash slid a few bills to the countertop, and flashed Teddy a dimpled grin. "Imagine I'm from Louisiana and put enough hot stuff on there to try and kill me." From his accent, however, he was from nowhere near Louisiana. The brunette sank down onto a bar stool and picked up his beer, taking the first swig before setting it back down. "Who's playing tonight, anyway?"
Teddy Swick: "You got it." he nodded and called back to the kitchen, "Four Alarm Nachos!" He looked back at Ash. "Chelsea Grin, I Declare Ware, Upon This Dawning, Beneath All Kaos, Illuminator, Toam, and Tomorrow May Fail...." He set a napkin down, and then took up the cash, making change and laying it back on the bar. "And for the record, the owner is from Louisiana. Nawlins' in fact." Teddy smirked.
Ash J Morrison: Ash was taking another sip from his beer as he tucked his change into his pocket, leaving a ten for Teddy's tip. That was, until he almost choked. "Are you serious? I make five alarm nachos! I used to serve them over at the bar I worked at before I could enter the academy. It was a great gig until the place got shot to hell. You put ghost peppers on 'em?"
Teddy Swick: "I don't ask. The smell alone is enough to make my ass burn the next day. All I do know, is I watched the shit melt other food it's touched." He slung the bar towel over his shoulder. "I'm from Detroit, man. I don't touch the hot shit."
Ash J Morrison: Ash chuckled, settling an elbow on the edge of the bar to take up a comfortable lean. "That's the best part, feeling the burn in your stomach. Never been to Detroit. Never really made it off the west coast. I'm from New Zealand." Which explained the accent. "Ash, by the way." He extended a hand to the man. Might as well be friendly to the man who could get him killer nachos.
Teddy Swick: "Figured you weren't local." He chuckled, taking the man's hand. "Teddy." When the order was up, Teddy stepped back to pull it, and carefully set it down in front of the man. "Let me get you another beer." Ash hadn't finished the one he had, but Teddy figured he'd need it, soon enough. And a few more napkins were set down beside him as well. Just in case.
Ash J Morrison: "Thanks. Much appreciated." Teddy would have to be careful around Ash when the man was hungry. He could almost take someone's hand off when it came to snatching up his dinner. He began spreading the heat around to the other chips, head bobbing lightly to the beat of whatever was playing. "That obvious, is it? I've had people ask me if I like kangaroos or shimp on the barbie." Crunch. "Sadly, it's against the law to shoot people for being idiots."
Logan Devereaux: It was about then, the big blue beast came rolling in to the parking lot. The Chevy dually was put into park, and he reached to turn off the music. Bad to the bone by Mister George Thorogood. The engine was switched off and he slipped free from the cab. With the truck secured, he moved inside. As he stepped in, there was an adjustment made to his jacket. A tug here and there with a roll of shoulders before he looked to see who, if any was playing and then toward the bar. Up nod was given to Teddy... and his friend. Steady easy pace carried him to the bar. "Hey Teddy, what's up man?"[d]
Ash J Morrison: Ash offered the guy a silent upnod and a lift of beer in greeting.
Teddy Swick: "Nothing wrong with liking kangaroos unless you like them too much." He nodded. "Then it's just fucking wrong." He nodded to Logan as the man stepped in, pulling a Miller Lite and set it on the bar in front of him. "Not much, things are starting to pick up, getting more bands in. Alex is gone, but you knew that, yeah?"
Ash J Morrison: "Literally," a grin and a mumble.
Logan Devereaux: "Thanks man." he replied to Teddy. Logan's dark gaze turned to the unfamiliar face and gave a more direct nod before he slid up into a seat and leaned on an arm, against the bar. His gaze turned back to Teddy then. "Yeah, something about getting hitched, right?" he asked, making sure he remembered correctly. Even though he didn't know the guy, Logan hoped things were going well for he and the little woman. Beer was lifted and he took a long swallow before it came to rest on the bar top once more. [d]
Izzy Beausoleil: Izzy, pulled in after the truck, the candy apple red convertible with Cali plates parked in such a manner that would make it clear she didn't want anyone touching it. Or ... breathing on it. She slid out, paused after closing the door, and for anyone watching, it would look like she was praying over it, gloved hands lifted, lips moving, eyes closed, and then she turned, heading for the door. Knee length boots were brushed by the heavy skirt she wore, and a heavy cowl neck sweater was beneath the heavy coat. A scarf wrapped her neck and soft, fuzzy knit hat kept her head warm. The layers started coming off as she stepped through the door, blues slipping over the crowd and then she was heading for the bar to settle.
Ash J Morrison: Married? At the very mention of it, Ash was reaching back into his wallet and plucking out a fifty, sliding it across the bar to Teddy. "Congrats, dude. Wives are expensive, so take this as a congrats. You'd hurt my feelings not to take it," he added. Teddy looked like the type of guy to politely refuse, seeing as good guys always did. Ash figured he'd hedge his bets with the afterthought. It was then that he made the biggest mistake of his life and glanced toward the door as he lifted a nacho for a bite. He froze in mid-motion, the nacho missing his mouth completely and thunking into his cheek, smearing cheese and Tabasco over two days of scruff. "Holy fucking asscrackers."
Teddy Swick: "Yeah...." Teddy started to talk, and then just watched as the woman walked in and started stripping. He smiled to her as she settled and then that tip radar was homing in on that fifty being slid his way. "Not me, man, Alex. One of the local musicians that plays here." Damn. There went the fifty. He looked back at the woman and gave her his most charming smile. "What can I get you?"
Ash J Morrison: "Well, enjoy your freedom, then. Marriage is all good and well, but soon you're picking up tampons on the way home from work and asking what kind of milk to buy." His tone implied it wasn't so terrible a thing, but going shoe shopping? That was something that didn't happen unless someone got laid that night in return.
Izzy Beausoleil: The reactions caused her lips to twist up in a smirk. Izzy reached over, plucked up a napkin and offered it out to Ash, then looked to Teddy. "Bourbon. Neat." Her eyes went then to Logan and yes, she was looking him over as well.
Logan Devereaux: Don't think Logan wasn't turning about in his seat to see what the other two guys were gawking at. He half turned in his seat and a single brow arched. Dayum. Talk about knock out? Someone ring the damn bell already. Now where Logan was from? It wasn't polite to stare. And right now, he'd argue it wasn't staring. Just.... admiring. Nod and smile given to the lady. "Ma’am." He shifted a little in his seat, giving her room, if needed. [d]
Ash J Morrison: Ash caught the fork of Logan's brow, and mumbled beneath his breath "Dibs." But then Izzy was handing him a napkin. "Sorry, was it getting on my shirt?" No use denying it. He was drooling. Oh, wait. The nacho. Yeah, he was giving his cheek a wipe. "Remind me not to touch my eyes for the next thirty days." The nacho got crunched as he turned back around to face the bar.
Teddy Swick: "You got it." He smiled and grabbed a rocks glass, and filled it three fingers deep before setting it down on the bar on a napkin in front of her. He smiled. "There you go." He wiped his sweaty hands off on the towel over his shoulder.
Ash J Morrison: Were the live bands playing yet?
Teddy Swick: Not yet.
Ash J Morrison: Damn. Ash just wants to hear one song, and he'll pay cash for it if he has to.
Izzy Beausoleil: Smiling at the three of them, each in turn, she then took up her glass. "Could be quite the hazard." She sipped the bourbon, a nod of appreciation given. The kid behind the bar hadn't skimped. She glanced around again, then turned those pale hues back toward the boys at and behind the bar.
Logan Devereaux: Logan seem to be the only one that was mister cool, calm, and collected. No nacho cheese drippings, no sweaty palms. Gaze shifted from the lady to the new guy and smirked with the mumbled claim. Beer tipped in his direction, as if signaling the go ahead. Not that Logan wasn't interested, but he wasn't the type to go cock blocking either. Logan was just a laid back kind of guy. Beer tilted and a long pull was taken. [d]
Ash J Morrison: Ash was seldom at a loss for words, but for some reason, his socially acceptable pick-up lines had filed out of his head one by one. Instead, he just nudged the four alarm nacho basket toward her, in case she'd like to partake of gut dissolving bliss. Major brownie points for Logan for playing wingman.
Teddy Swick: Teddy was just, one step away from embarrassing the hell out of himself. So he turned to busy himself with bar patrons and clean up that wasn't needed but would keep him from tripping over his tongue.
Ash J Morrison: Nachos were the best pickup line. Oh, before he forgot, he swiveled in his seat and turned to Teddy, folding his arms casually on the bar. "Hey, any of the bands tonight metal or thrash?" There was a hint of childlike hope in his voice, but he wouldn't assume every-one else in the place could appreciate a truly awesome guitar riff.
Izzy Beausoleil: Izzy gave a shake of her head at the offer. "But thank you." She sipped her bourbon, and then looked toward the stage again. "Live music tonight?" Her accent spoke of England, despite the Cali plates on the car. Her eyes slid from Teddy's ass to Ash and his nachos to Logan and his chest. Talk about a buffet.
Ash J Morrison: .... sammich? "At least had to be a gentleman and offer," he said with a flash of dimples, dragging the basket back and diving into it in earnest.
Teddy Swick: "Metal, grunge." He looked back at Izzy and smiled. "Yep, most nights. Been kind of slow of late but things are picking up now. Time of the year for it, bands start touring, and we get a lot of nationals in." He was rambling, knew it, and couldn't stop.
Logan Devereaux: Broad shoulders lowered as he turned and leaned forward, bracing on elbows. He, for the moment, was letting Ash do his thing while Teddy tended to other patrons. Logan was fine, playing the part of silent observer as he listened in on the conversations. A glance to the three, in turn, here and there, before he was back to the beer. [d]
Ash J Morrison: Yessss. Ash couldn't help the beaming grin, turning back toward the stage that would be pumping out hardcore auditory joy. "Oh man, you ought to see if you can book some of the bigger bands. Five Finger Death Punch is getting there, but I don't think they're below playing at a place like this. I'd say you'd also want to hit up Dethklok." Oh please say there would be a mosh pit later tonight. He had two whole days to let the bruises heal before he had to head back to work.
ElectricGenocide: Fuck it.. she was ready to take on the world! She just didn’t know where to start. Gen walked in to the Studio after waiting outside to finish her smoke and with hands stuffed in the sleeves of her leather jacket she wandered in and towards the bar. After picking a stool out she smoothed hands down the front of her Jackie O knock off and folded her hands on the bar top. Tossing her head to get unruly white bangs out of her eyes she smiled pretty and waited for the bartender to notice her before placing her order. -d-
Teddy Swick: Javier didn't do mosh, but he could check the schedule and see if either of those were scheduled. "I'll check." When the new woman walked in, he turned to look at her. "Hey, what can I get you?" He smiled to her as he moved her way.
ElectricGenocide: " Shirley Temple please.. with extra cherries if you can.. " She smiled brightly and pulled a wallet from her jacket pocket and slipped out 20 dollars and placed it on the bar sliding it across his way. -d-
Logan Devereaux: First beer was drained and the empty bottle was set aside. He then signaled to Teddy for another. Brows arched as another female made her way into Studio. [d]
Izzy Beausoleil: Izzy gave the girl a nod, her bourbon sipped and then she was looking back to the men With her own glass drained she slid it over for Teddy to refill, then look to Ash who seemed to drool over a few possible bands.
Ash J Morrison: Don't get him started. Ash was a metalhead. He did enjoy a good hard rock out, but he was particular about his choice of bands. He had to be able to understand what the lyrics were, otherwise it would just be like listening to his neighbors argue with guitar accompaniment. Teddy seemed the type to know a few things about metal, so Ash tipped his beer at him. "You ever listen to Galaktikon? Awesome album. It's amazing to think he's the same dude who voices Nathan Explosion."
Teddy Swick: Shirley Temple was made and set before the platinum topped woman, and then he set a new Miller Lite out for Logan before taking up the Maker's Mark and refilling Izzy's glass. "Can't say as I have." He was more of a U2, Pearl Jam, Coldplay, Alex Vipond fan.
Ash J Morrison: Ash knew Alex! Nice guy. He hadn't seen him in ages, though.
ElectricGenocide: She almost giggled.. no seriously.. she hadnt had one of these in a while. Pulling it close she leaned down and pulled the little straw up and took a nice long drink fishing out a cherry stem while she did. Eyeballs.. she felt them so she lifted her gaze and looked over and grinned at Iz and Ash and the Logan fellow before she took the cherry and popped it into her mouth and yanked the stem free. -d-
Ash J Morrison: "You're missing out, man. It gets inside your head and makes it impossible not to move with the music." He was halfway finished with his nachos, not a single speck pushed aside or picked over.
Teddy Swick: Alex was in Hawaii, marrying his wife.
ElectricGenocide: Drinks her drink and steps into the ladies room.. cause well.. she had to pee.... or something!
Izzy Beausoleil: And that left the three for the time being, in conversation with one another. "Those must be quite good." She took up the glass of whiskey, taking a sip, a nod of thanks given Teddy for its deliverance.
Ash J Morrison: What, the nachos?
Teddy Swick: With Logan and Shirley Temple elsewhere, Teddy's safety net against self embarrassment was dwindling. He glanced back at Izzy and Ash, looking between them as he took to polishing a glass that didn't need it.
Izzy Beausoleil: Looking back at Ash with the look he was giving her, she gestured to his nachos. "I'm afraid my tastes in food run to the rather bland."
Ash J Morrison: "More for me," he chuckled, starting on his second beer. "You get a ton of spices coming in when you're as close to the Philippines as I was. I started young."
Teddy Swick: Teddy listened to the pair, took care of the patrons, set a fresh beer down in front of Ash when his was getting low and just kept in range enough to hear without necessarily being close enough to be involved in the conversation.
Izzy Beausoleil: "Must have been quite the experience. I presume you were raised in a coastal area then. What brings you to the states?" She lifted her glass and sipped, watching him over the rim as she did so.
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Post by Izzy Beausoleil on Jan 21, 2013 2:17:46 GMT -8
DeviI Red: Sed was sitting on the edge of the stage, alone, strumming a few chords on an old acoustic, a half-smoked cigarette dangling from the corner of her mouth -- after all, who was there to complain? -d-
Izzy Beausoleil: No one, it would seem. Izzy had left the theater but she wasn't ready to go home just yet, so she headed off to the Studio, where she'd met a few interesting people previously. Three to be exact, though it didn't seem as if the trio was in attendance this evening. Pulling her gloves off as she made her way in deeper to the place, she headed for the bar, drink ordered from the tender, not Teddy, sad to say. He was a little cutie. Amusing too, in that awkward, clumsy way. She glanced toward the stage to the woman there and listened as she plucked out a tune.
DeviI Red: It wasn't anything in particular, nothing with a name, just something off the top of her head that suited the somber mood she was in. Motion in her peripheral caused her to pick her head up and the music, what there was of it, stopped and she plucked the smoke from her lips and deposited it in what was left of the beer sitting beside her. A faint smile was offered the stranger -- Sed hadn't seen her before, but then again, she hadn't exactly been out and about the past week or so, but like the tide, her mood had shifted and she was out the door the second a case of stir crazy set in, seeking out some place familiar even if the people within it were anything but. -d-
Izzy Beausoleil: A nod was given the woman as she settled on the bar stool, and then she was looking to the tender that wasn't Teddy. "Bourbon, neat." She draped her coat over the back of the seat, and tucked her gloves into the pockets. She then turned pale eyes back to the woman on the stage. Or, on the edge of the stage, as it were. She seemed quite off, energy wise, though she didn't mention it. It would be rude to do so.
by way of bIood: Off? Off would be a compliment. Red was a proverbial cluster fucked of warring emotion. Unstable might be a compliment. Still, he didn't mind. Instead, the behemoth was shouldering open the door and moving into the area. In one hand was a cup of coffee, the other was a thoroughly wrapped sandwich. The girl liked her meat raw, and that wasn't some sort of perverted euphemism. Security was on his heel, attempting to grab his arm and wrench him back from where he'd come. Judas shot him a look that ripped the courage clean out of the big man, but the guard shifted uncomfortably and looked to Sedona. "Um, miss... He, uh, he says he knows you." Judas, was wondering what his blood would look like spilled on the floor, but situated himself. Focus brought him to the present. He was just angry about their fight, and he had to remember why it was he attempted to stay centered. -- done.
DeviI Red: No, it wouldn't be rude. It'd be honest and truth was something she craved lately. "I know," she nodded, as if she could read the woman's mind. "It sucks." Yet she was supposed be recording again in a couple days -- should prove interesting, especially if the four of them could keep from tearing each other apart in the process. Blue eyes shifted to the door as someone else arrived, only this time there was a moment of recognition, something in her stare softening as she waved the guard off. "He does." Guess he got the note she left him in eyeliner on the bathroom mirror -- hey, at least it wasn't lipstick, that shit was impossible to get off the glass. Setting the guitar in it's stand like a mother placing it's child in a cradle, looking from him to Izzy, knowing the rules of the Studio well -- Javier made certain of it and she needed to share them with her mate, meandering over to him to whisper against his ear, "Have to play nice here." Or else. No one was an exception to the rule, Red turning her face up to his to crack a faint smile because she could smell the coffee and sandwich on him before she could see it. "Shouldn't I be bringing the peace offering?" -d-
Izzy Beausoleil: Violence attempted would be amusing in this place. She didn't know the owner, but had heard rumor. And she could feel the energies within the walls. As her glass was set before her, she lifted it, sipping, watching the big man bluster his way through. One brow rose, as those lips pursed in amusement.
by way of bIood: Judas was the pinnacle of calm, and seemed to almost be centered at the prospect of violence. Instead, he waited until Sedona had settled against him. Smiling, a subtle, and small thing.. But it was obvious a pained change in his normal disposition. "Maybe?" Judas shrugged, easy enough, before she fell into him. Without hesitation he offered the sandwich, enamored with another slight smirk. "Then again, you could always just wear it when you come home to--" Pausing, the presence of another perked his brow. Judas, a plain-to-a-fault human, knew he was in the deep end on some level. An innate, almost subconscious thing, but he curved any other comment until he was either introduced or assured this was the right venue to speak.
DeviI Red: She crinkled her nose at the prospect of wearing meat -- Lady Gaga she was not. Thwapping him with the back of a hand, she smirked, seeing him freeze up the second he realized they weren't alone. Following his gaze, she found herself eye to eye with the woman she didn't know, but there was a cure for that. "I'm Sedona," she said with an slight upnod, the hand on Judas' back moving in slow, soothing circles as she continued. "This is Judas." He wasn't there often, but this place was pretty much a second home to her, or had been up until a couple of weeks ago when the world went off kilter, like Karma was kicking her ass, right down to the argument she and the giant of a man standing beside her shared. -d-
Izzy Beausoleil: Pale eyed stare regarded the couple and she nodded. "Izzy. It's a pleasure. Please..." she smiled and gestured to the bar with one hand. "Allow me to buy you a round." It would seem issues were afoot, wanted or otherwise, who knew? Maybe she could be of some assistance.
by way of bIood: "Oh, I don't drink ma'am, but thank you. A water would be great." Judas was a perfect, time tested gentleman. A paragon of tact, even. As Sedona curled around him and lead him around he hadn't a single complaint. Even allowing her to take leave without an iota of hesitation. Judas enjoyed keeping his facilities about him, and as sharp as the razor smile he slit over his face. "I just wanted to stop by, bring her lunch. She won't eat anything but a stout drink, otherwise."
DeviI Red: And let's not forget the cigarettes. She smoked like a chimney when in social settings, a nasty habit that she tried time and again to break, but failed epically each and every time. Guiding him to the bar, where the woman invited them, she offered her a smile. "Pleasure," she pronounced, but that smile quickly faltered when she found out he wouldn't be staying, a brow arching his way in silent question, the woman wondering why. When the tender wandered over, he already had a Corona in tow, since it was the same thing she'd been drinking since Judas brought her the coffee. "New in town?" It was asked of Izzy. -d-
Izzy Beausoleil: "There's a lot to be said for a good, stiff drink, however one cannot live on it alone, no matter how hard we try." She watched the exchange between the pair and then nodded to the question. "I am." So sayeth the English accent. "I've a few business matters to contend with."
by way of bIood: "Oh, you-- I didn't mean to interrupt." Judas looked from Izzy, to Sedona. She questioned his drive-by greeting, but he placed down the drink and sandwich. "Baby, you make the rock music, kill the party scene, and I stay home to cook. 'member?" Judas grin was now ear-to-ear and bleeding sincerity. The man didn't mind her lifestyle, or how it was she had to operate. Judas pulled her in and gave a quick, fleeting kiss, before peeling away. A light tap to her nose followed in the aftermath. "Stop smoking so much, you don't got to stress all the time." Turning to regard Izzy. "It was a pleasure to meet you." Lingering with his hand for as long as he could he pulled away. "I'll wait for you at home, love." The touch lasted until he finally stepped to far and pushed off into the day.
DeviI Red: Her brow creased, waving off the lecture about the cigarettes. It was one she'd heard before, the same old song and dance, so to speak, and he led it, out of love. Looking at him, she listened to what he had to say, excusing himself from their presence in such a way that she couldn't be mad even though she didn't understand it -- she wondered if she ever would. "Okay," she nodded, sliding her ass onto a stool and tucking her hair behind her ears so she could better see him as he wandered off the way he often did -- it was weird, but she was used to it, though she wondered how this was going to work when she was on tour. Would be one hell of a lonely trip if he didn't make the trek out to see them a time or two. When he was gone, she would turn to sandwhich in front of her and start peeling away the paper so she could actually eat whatever it was he'd made her -- if her nose wasn't failing her, it was an Italian Hero. "So," she continued the conversation with Izzy. "Sticking around awhile?" Business was a vague description, but sometimes that's just how it had to be. If anyone understood that, it was Sed. -d-
Izzy Beausoleil: "The pleasure was mine." She nodded to him, that quirky little smirk back in place as she regarded him, and then she looked back at Sedona. "You have to appreciate a man who keeps the home fires burning. Or pay him." She nodded to the question. "I am. I've been ... relocated one could say." Punished could be another way of putting it, despite the fact that it was, in fact a promotion. It wasn't London. It simply seemed odd to work for Lloyd's of London when one was not in London.
DeviI Red: Or pay him. The concept had Sedona chuckling. She wasn't in that way -- at least not yet. If she kept fucking up, who knew. Then again, she might just shift into a more comfortable skin and stay that way permanently in the mountains somewhere if he ever got tired of putting up with her. Taking a bite of the sandwich, she listened to what the woman beside her was saying. "I'm the Queen of relocation," she claimed as washing down the mouthful of food she'd just swallowed. Sedona had been on the road more years than not. Only recently had she put down some roots. "Can be tough," she added, casting the blonde a sideways smile. "Or it can be a blessing." Depended on the circumstances. -d-
Izzy Beausoleil: "As with all things, it's often a matter of perspective." She nodded, "I find I do enjoy travel, and it has afforded me a good deal of experiences. For that, one cannot ever complain." She sipped her drink, then glanced toward the door. "Shame your friend had to leave. But then perhaps there are thing best discussed without male influences about." Yes, the woman had a lot on her mind and maybe she didn't want to talk about it, if at all, in front of her man.
DeviI Red: She was enjoying the meal he left for her, the same way she always did -- years from now, she might joke and say it was how he won her over. "Yeah," she glanced to the door, as if half expecting to see him there, but he was gone, she couldn't feel him anymore, he was too far away for that. "He's not fond of crowds," though, three or four hardly created such. "He's a great guy, though," the kind a woman could talk to -- and she had, "I'm lucky." She was wearing her heart on her sleeve with a stranger, but sometimes that was just easier to do. "Something on your mind?" The redhead would have been lying if she claimed the comment didn't strike a chord of curiosity within her. -d-
Izzy Beausoleil: "Curious." That pale eyed stare locked onto Sedona's. "I was wondering the same about you. You seem to be in conflict. Off hand I would say it was with yourself."
DeviI Red: Sedona's throat tightened a little at the inquiry. "Me?" she reached for a napkin, pulling it out of the holder and wiping her mouth with it. Glancing down at the empty wrapper, the redhead was glad she finished eating when she did or else she might've lost her appetite. "I've just got a lot going on -- in the middle of a move, recording an album with rowdy band mates," she forced a smile, purposely meeting the woman's eyes, so it wouldn't seem like she was trying to deceive her. In all honesty, she wasn't lying. Everything she said was the truth, just parts of it. "Just a bit overwhelmed, it's why Jude's bringing me my meals." Sedona did tend to forget. -d-
Izzy Beausoleil: Izzy slipped her hand into her bag, and without looking, came up with the cloth bag that held her cards. A quick shuffle of the major arcana and she looked at Sedona. "Do you mind?" She laid out three cards, without waiting for an answer. One brow rose. "Very interesting." She smiled, her eyes lifting from the three cards laid out on the bar to Sedona.
DeviI Red: Sedona shook her head when she saw the cards, not caring if she tried to get a reading off of her. Others had attempted and were always off by some degree, so the redhead wasn't too worried. She was nursing the cup of coffee, watching as she laid out the chosen cards, not understanding them, but knowing she'd be told what they meant at some point. As Izzy looked at her, she remained unphased, never once thinking the worst simply because she didn't put much faith it all. "Oh?" A slender, red brow arched as her gaze bounced from her to the cards and back again. "What's it say?" -d-
Izzy Beausoleil: "The Priestess indicates that you are working under both obvious influences and hidden forces. The Wheel covers you. You're in a state of flux; chance or pure blind luck, are in control. The last...." One well manicured nail tapped against the last card, "The Fool. You've a decision to make. Follow the dream or abandon it. Take the risk, or play it safe." She lifted that pale gaze once more to Sedona. "Perhaps that decision has already been made."
DeviI Red: "Huh." It was all she could say at the moment since she had pretty much summed up her and her life in a matter of three minutes, all based on some pretty pictures. Maybe there was something to them, after all. And after thinking such, she could almost hear her grandmother cheering from somewhere in the great beyond. Or maybe she was just extremely tired. Whatever the case, it was all true...she was both sides of the same coin, she was extremely lucky and she'd already taken the risk. It was proving to be a hell of a roller coater ride. "That was..." she didn't want to give too much away, putting on a well-practiced poker face, but the cards hadn't lied. "...cool," she smiled, holding Izzy's gaze a moment longer before reaching for the biker jacket that was laying beside her. Though she didn't exactly want to eat and run, it was late and she did have someone waiting on her. Not to mention...she was a little bit unnerved by the revelation and how much more of the web this woman could unravel without really trying. "Not sure if you come around here often, but if you do, we'll be running into each other again. Maybe next time I could buy you the drink." It wasn't a possibility, it was a promise. -d-
Izzy Beausoleil: Taking up the cards, she melded them back into the deck and slipped them back into the pouch, which was then returned to her bag. "Yes, it was." And she could tell by the carefully schooled expression that the cards had been spot on. "This is my second time here, and I am sure I will be back." She winked. "That Teddy is a little cutie pie. I could eat him up with a spoon." Or at least watch as he tripped. Again.
DeviI Red: Sedona was a wolf, not a cougar, but yeah, he was cute, she could give him that, and he was a hell of a bar tender and, so she heard, a musician. She laughed. "Tell him that and he'll probably turn beet red." He seemed shy like that, though wasn't it the quiet ones you had to worry about? Just look at Judas. "Well, Izzy," she offered the blonde her hand. "It was a pleasure. Was nice to have an excuse not to sit on the stage all night. Looking forward to the next time," after she had some time to recover. With a firm handshake, she was headed for the door, and ultimately back to the bookstore than she and Jude called home. -d-
Izzy Beausoleil: Laughing, she nodded. "I am certain he would." She lifted her glass and knocked back the contents, then dropped a couple of bills on the bar to cover the tab and tip. Taking Sedona's hand, she smiled, "It was, and as do I. Restwell when you get there." She nodded, and once the handshake was over, pulled her hand back to grab up her own coat and slide back into it.
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Post by Alex Vipond on Jan 30, 2013 16:37:38 GMT -8
Alex Vipond: Alex was still moving about like a kid who'd lost his puppy. And, in effect, he had. Gus was still missing, Alea he was certain had him, and then there was the issue of Nicolette. When he wandered into the studio, long hours after his usual time, dragging himself up from the basement he looked like hell. He'd not slept he'd fed only because he knew if he didn't, it could be disastrous. One end of his scarf dragged the floor as the other end threatened to slide off from around his neck. For a newly wed, he sure as fuck didn't look happy.
Javier LaBeaux: "Try this,” Javier announced as wandered in from the kitchen with a big bowl of steaming fragrant stew held carefully in both hands. "Oh, it's you." He sounded a little disappointed, not because Alex meant any less to him, but because he was the one person who couldn't be impressed by Javier's special gumbo. "What's wrong?" the priest eyed Alex. "Not a lovers' quarrel already?"
Alex Vipond: "Sibling spat...." He dropped onto a bar stool and folded over the bar, arms folded, head resting on them. “Not only do I find that Nicolette is alive, and that she hates me, but last night I found out why. And I hate me too."
Javier LaBeaux: "Alive?" Javier set the bowl on the bar and pushed it aside. He watched Alex, taking his seat behind the bar, not even searching for his cigar yet.
Alex Vipond: "Well as alive as my kind get." He shrugged a shoulder but he didn't bother lifting his head from the bar. "It wasn’t Nicolette I drained that night, all those years ago. It was her daughter. The niece I never knew I had. She hates me and rightly so."
Javier LaBeaux: "But, if you drained her daughter, who got to Nicolette?" He pulled out the ashtray from under the bar, but just let the stub sit there for now.
Alex Vipond: "Who else? Alea. She tracked Nicolette down and no doubt used her grief to get her to agree... Or maybe she gave her no more choice in the matter than she had me, but I cannot see Nicolette staying with her all these years if she was not given a choice in her turning. She was no doubt poisoned against me from the start."
Javier LaBeaux: Javier shook his head. "She's had many centuries to find you. You being a sought-after artist these past few years has helped her. What will you do now?"
Alex Vipond: "Try and reach her. She could have killed me last night. I.... would have let her. I was not thinking, I was in shock, and I bear a great deal of guilt. Fortunately a witch intervened. Nicolette seemed to waver in her conviction. But she refused to come to me."
Javier LaBeaux: Javier lit and puffed the stub to life. "Where is Alea?" Alex Vipond: "Apparently she is the owner of the Trinity Nightclub that I have visited more than a few times. She must have only recently returned to Seattle, however."
Javier LaBeaux: "She is here?" Javier's face lost some blood. He had learned a great deal about vampires since meeting Alex and none of it was good. "You will have to take Meghan and disappear."
Alex Vipond: "You think I didn't think of that? Didn't already voice it? But Meghan has a point. We run, we'll be running forever and that's no way to live." H finally lifted his head but only so far as to prop it in his hand, elbow planted on the bar, fingers in his hair as he cradled his forehead. "I have to confront her. I did go to Mars, he and his brother and their women, one of which is Sasha, by the way, will help us out. As will Sedona, I am sure. Look after you and Teddy and... Lauren's in hospital. Alea has Gus."
Javier LaBeaux: "Confront whom?" The cigar had a short life. He stubbed it out. "I know I am not saying anything you have not thought, but running is not to be taken lightly, Alex. If you do not talk Meghan into it, you may not have her long. Alea is not one to let bygones be bygones."
Alex Vipond: "You think I don't know that? But Meghan has a point. And there is a way of making us stronger, still. But I haven’t broached the subject with Meghan as of yet."
Javier LaBeaux: Javier's eyes narrowed and leaned closer to Alex. "Do not tell me you are considering making her undead."
Alex Vipond: "No! God No! I have no need to, we are bonded. But a bond with a lycan; forming a Triumvirate... Alea would not suspect that, and the three of us together... Would be hard to stop."
Javier LaBeaux: Javier grunted, leaning back to his side of the bar. He'd thought he knew Alex fairly well, but the vampire had made him second guess for a moment. "Sorry, Alex, I worry about the girl. You can take care of yourself. She is innocent." He picked up the cigar and chewed on the end of it thoughtfully. "She is ignorant of true evil. You must convince her there is no shame in hiding, if it comes to that. Hell, I will kidnap her myself if I think the worst," he added, meaning every word.
Alex Vipond: "And for that, my friend, I cannot thank you enough." He paused. "The question is which lycan? There are but a handful I trust. Speaking of which, you don't happen to know the witch that helped me out last night, do you? Blonde, blue eyes, smoking hot...."
Javier LaBeaux: "I don't think so,” Javier thought over the witches he'd met. "Are you not supposed to be keeping your eyes to yourself now?" He rose and reached for the gumbo, now cold and needing another heating.
Alex Vipond: "Hey seeing across a room and ... across a barrier of flame, and getting up close and personal are two different things."
Javier LaBeaux: Javier chuckled and winked at the musician. "When you stop looking, I will bury that coffin in which you sleep. You tell Meghan I want to speak with her." He ambled for the kitchen to reheat his special dish.
Alex Vipond: "I will do that...." He smirked at his friend.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 30, 2013 16:44:33 GMT -8
DeviI Red: Sedona was sitting on the edge of the stage, long legs swinging inches above the floor as she cradled the Les Paul in her lap, looking over a shoulder at Eddie who was taking apart his drum set. He was muttering something about getting roadies in this deal so they didn't have to do all the work and it had the redhead grinning. "You complain worse than a woman, man. How the fuck does Baby put up with you?" Pausing a second to look at her he narrowed his eyes to slits, sucking on a cigarette and talking around it. "This coming from the bitch that carries a case. Maybe two." "And amps!" she interjected with a snicker, before slithering down in the hopes of missing any flying drumsticks that might come her way. Luckily, it was just daggers, the visual kind followed by a middle finger, the drummer flipping her off as she walked away. Wandering off to the counter, she greeted whoever was behind it with a wink and ordering a drink. "Make that two," she murmured low, getting one for her annoyed band mate as a peace offering. Her back was to the door, the redhead donning the usual uniform of jeans, biker boots and a band tee that was knotted at the base of her spine, pulling the shirt tighter around her torso. -d-
Manager Cieaner: --When Jake woke this morning, he was just reminiscing over the time he had with Shay the previous night and was just going to let her sleep. He wrote her a note, saying that he had to run to the studio and discuss some things with the band. He quietly let Ginger out to pee, before letting her run back upstairs to sleep. With Shay safe within the confines of his loft, Jake would hop into the FJ Cruiser and head down to the studio for two reasons: one was to check on the band, and second- discuss the news incident he heard about with Sed and try to get an answer out of her. He was calm and collective heading to the studio as he pulled up and slid out of the car, and heading inside. He didn't see Alex, or Javier around- just the bartender Teddy, who he acknowledged and spoke to for a few minutes. Teddy pointed out where Eleventh Hour was at, thanked him, and headed towards their studio. It was at that time that Jake intercepted the redhead he actually hadn't seen since their breakup. He stopped as they approached each other, just saying "Hey" for a moment. Things might have been a little awkward, but with the series of texts and conversation that the two had, it was far less awkward than it could have been. Jake glanced at her for a moment, not really nervous, just trying to be Mr. Manager as he asked her-- "Everybody killin' each other yet? Or were you waiting for me to show up in order to do that?" --He smirked towards his ex-lover, trying to make sure things seemed as normal as possible-- (d)
DeviI Red: Maybe if she'd known he was coming it would've been different, but the second she heard him, a myriad of emotions rushed through her, some so strong that even Eddie, who was still in the room, hoisting the snare into the air, felt it and it gave him reason to pause, especially when one of them was fear. Dark eyes flicked from her to him, silent and still before offering the manager an up nod in greeting, as well as an eat-shit grin, choosing to ignore what the redhead was radiating off her in waves. "Naw, man," he shook his head. "Ain't no one dead." He smirked, looking back to the guitarist. "Yet." With that, he was off, having no idea how wrong he was. Whether he knew it or not, he'd given Jake's ex enough time to regain some of the omposure she lost when he went looking for her. Tucking her hands into the back pockets of her jeans, she started over to him, slowly, with a smile, stopping a comfortable distance away from him. Though she'd broken up with him, there would always be a part of her that regretted it -- it wasn't like he'd done anything wrong, so she couldn't just write him off as an asshole and be done with it. No. He'd been Mr. Right, just not hers -- not anymore. "What he said," she agreed, cracking a small grin as she watched Eddie walk away and out the back exit to load up the back of his truck with the equipment, his at least. "How's it going?" She asked finally, trying to remember how to make small talk with the man. -d-
Manager Cieaner: --He sensed Sed's waves of emotions running through her- he knew that they had to meet back up at some point, and Jake was trying to make things as comfortable as it could be. At least Eddie was there to stabilize any awkwardness that may have happened. He gave Eddie a head nod and making sure he was good. His gaze turned back to Sed as Eddie was working on one of the songs as he said-- "Glad to hear that you are done with the album, sometime this week you gotta play it for me. As Eddie walked away, it gave them a chance to catch up, as she asked what was going on, he answered-- "Got back from Hawaii yesterday...the trip went really good. Some interesting Alex drama at the ceremony, but I can tell you another time." --There was a few developments to come out of Hawaii, all of which Sed would know by the end of their chat tonight, but he didn't want to throw it all out there as of yet. But he figured he' discuss some of the stuff that he had texted her about, saying-- "So, did you get my message about Johan? I think he's putting up a big act. I assumed he called you, and that's my fault- I gave him yours and Ryan's phone number, to see if you'd be interested in having them open for you. Believe me, it's totally your decision." --Jake glanced around before asking her as well-- "Hey, is there a quiet place where we can talk here, away from everybody?" --He had important things to ask her, and some important things to tell her. Nothing that would make her hate him, but things he needed to be truthful about-- (d)
DeviI Red: She would back up against the counter and strike a lean and offering a nod to everything he said, except for when he mentioned drama with Alex. Immediately she looked up, her brow creasing as she asked, "It didn't get fucked up, did it?" Last thing she wanted was for their wedding to be wrecked, though by what, she wasn't aware -- she hadn't seen Alex or Meghan yet. Hell, Jake was the first, actually. She'd been in contact with the others through texts and voicemail, but none of them said anything about any trouble. "Yeah, I got your message saying you were the culprit," she smirked, thwapping him in the arm as he passed by, "thanks." There was sarcasm to her tone, but she seemed all right with it. "He's got a head that needs to be beaten down a few sizes, but..." she just shrugged. She hadn't met up with Johan yet to know him any better. For all she knew, Jake could be right. She was about to tell him about the guy coming on to her -- not that it would've made any difference to him, but before she could, he cut her off, asking if they could go somewhere and talk. Sedona quickly shut up, eyeballing him for a second before shoving off her perch and guiding him to the room the band had been locked away in for the week, recording. "If I had something to let you listen to now, I would," though by the way he was talking, she could tell the album wasn't exactly on his mind at the moment. Waiting for him to join her, she looked down the hall, making sure it was empty and then shut and locked the door. "Doesn't get any more private than a soundproof room," she smiled despite the uncertainty she felt, raking a hand through the long red layers, sweeping them off her face and to the side as she claimed one of the nearby chairs. "What's up?" she asked, wondering just how loaded a question that was and what she should be preparing herself for, if anything. -d-
Manager Cieaner: --Jake shook his head when the topic of Alex came up. He said to her-- "Nah, he's ok. But we think either his maker or someone very close in his vampire past spied on him at the reception. I gotta talk with him, to see what was actually happening." --He wasn't going to tell her about who was with him, but he would assure her that Alex was alive and well. As they discussed Johan, he smirked as they walked towards the room, saying to her-- "You'll have to tell me about his sales pitch. I am dying to know. I think you're his type..." --He didn't want to give off a stern, mean vibe towards her when he asked to speak in a quiet spot. Once they reached the soundproof room, Jake glanced a around as Sed closed the door. A month ago, a soundproof room would have probably meant the two of them having a romp in there, but things change- and were much more civil and cordial now. The manager would go and grab a nearby stool, sitting down and glanced at the redhead as he would just lay it out there- honest as all possible about the Jade situation-- "I'm not gonna lie to you, after you and I broke up, Jade called me. She wanted to go out for a drink one night. We did, and things got hot for an evening. The next morning, I left. I learned in Hawaii that even though she seemed she was into me, I just wasn't. I called her yesterday to tell her things were done, then watched the news, seeing that she had been killed." --He breathed a sigh as he turned to her, asking her the pertinent information now-- "The cause was supposedly an animal attack. It's tough for me to even ask this Sed, but did you have anything to do with her death?" --There it was, point blank, a blunt question and he hoped for her honesty. She knew he wasn't going to go to the cops, but just needed to hear things from her-- (d)
DeviI Red: He was right, a month ago would've had them using the room to a more risque advantage, now it was just a random place to talk where they wouldn't be overheard. "His type is putting it mildly," she snickered, shaking her head. One day she would definitely have to share the message the man had left her. Sedona's eyes followed him through the room as he found a stool to sink down on, facing her. He looked good, happy even, but she could tell something was eating at him, and in turn it gnawed at her insides as she sat there, listening to him, holding her breath, waiting....waiting... He'd gone on to tell her about the wedding, and she was relieved to hear it went well despite an uninvited guest, but then there it was: Jade. Though she hadn't pulled a poker face on him since the first day they met, she was sitting there with one now, sunk down in the chair with her legs stretched out and crossed at the ankles, her feet rocking from side to side as she did her best not to grasp the arms of the chair she was sitting in -- it would've given her away, and with as tense as she was right now, she might've ripped them clean off. Their eyes met for a long moment when he asked her straight out if she had anything to do with Jade's death, and for a time, she didn't speak, but before silence spoke for her, she shrugged, "She liked to live dangerously..." It said a lot and absolutely nothing, all at the same time. Sure, she was in over her head, caught up with a dangerous crowd, but then she'd been fucking with Sed, too, and that was like playing with fire. Sitting up, she straightened and searched for the pack of smokes that were sitting next to her. She hadn't lied to him ever, nor was she doing so now, but she also wasn't being completely straightforward either. Patting down the soft pack, she plucked one out and pressed it between her lips before lighting it and looking at him again. She would take a long drag before exhaling slowly, concealing a sigh with it as she shifted once more in her seat. Suddenly it was really uncomfortable. "I smelled you on her," she said softly, barely above a whisper after staring at him for what felt like hours, debating with herself on what she should do or say, convincing herself he wasn't cornering her. And once the words were spoken, she grit her teeth, remembering exactly how it felt standing there in front of her. -d-
Manager Cieaner: --Jake was nervous as well; he wasn't going to rat her out to the cops. The animal attack scenario would clear either of them in this case, so this was strictly between them. But he was more worried about a certain little blonde who had become a major factor in his life. He could see Sed was nervous, which just about implicated her to some degree in this matter. But when she made the "live dangerously" comment, Jake titled his head back and sighed, saying-- "Jesus fuckin' Christ Sed!" --Well, that ruled out the bikers that were going to force Jade into stripping or who knows, human trafficking or something. He was looking at the guilty part, and it hurt him to think that- but it was true. As she got her pack of cigarettes out and started smoking, she made another comment that was her reasoning behind it. He wasn't going to go after her, but he did stand up and walk around the soundproof room for a moment. He turned to face her, while standing up and still in shock over all of this-- "That's your reasoning? You smelled me on her? Come on Sed, you gotta have a better reason than that! I hope I don't have to worry about any woman I date after this running into the same problem- just at least let me have that!" --Jake was unloading, he was real close to telling her about Shay, but wanted to hear Sed's more detailed reasons first. He did fire off towards the end-- "I think I was better with this when I thought I was gonna have to track down some bikers that I thought killed her..." -- (d)
DeviI Red: She was sitting there, one leg crossed over the other and the top foot was tapping at the air nervously as she watched him get up. She didn't need to hear or even see him to know he was pissed off, she could feel it. As he walked around the room, pacing it, she shut her eyes, listening to him rant -- he didn't get it, but then again, why would he? "I didn't do it intentionally," she said finally, after counting a slow ten in her head and taking a deep breath, more so when he made the crack about tracking down the bikers he thought were responsible. "And you're not the fucking Punisher, so don't do anything stupid." She shot him a look from over her shoulder, it was a mixture of hurt and anger as the nails of one hand dug into the arm of the chair, still deciding how much to tell him. If she still had the messages from the bitch, she might've showed him, but then again, she may not have simply because they would've hurt him. Sure, Jade had been attracted to him, but wasn't it better for him to think that's all there was to it instead of her also wanting to piss off his ex? Her jaw clenched and she snuffed the life out of the cigarette, smashing it against a colorful tin tray, the throw-away kind typically supplied in bars. "Look, all I planned on doing was confronting her. For a couple days, she kept texting me, telling me all about the fact that you agreed to go out with her, baiting me with the time and place, wanting me to come down and make a scene in front of you..." In other words, the blonde wanted her to come off as the crazy, jealous ex -- though, in light of the what she just laid on him, Sedona realized she probably hadn't avoided that label, she just postponed it. "I just wanted to have it out with her, once and for all, when you left." Not while he was gone, but when he left, suggesting that she knew all about their date long before he admitted they went out. "It just didn't go like I planned." She lowered her voice again, her tone softening as did her stare, looking at him tight-lipped and tense, not used to him yelling at her like he had, but she couldn't expect anything less. -d-
Manager Cieaner: --He knew there had to be more than the smell. Sed wouldn't just go off for smelling him on a woman. He had his reservations about Jade's intentions and just some proof could have at least justified why she did what she did. But his demeanor lightened up a slight bit when the Punisher remark came out. Giving a slight chuckle, he said-- "Don't worry hon, that movie sucked ass anyway, so I wasn't going to try and re-enact it." --Perhaps that would lighten the mood just a little. He remained silent for a few moments before Sed started laying down the reasons behind the murder of the model. Jake sat back down and heard her out. Finally, Sed was starting to make sense with her reasons. It was still crazy, but at least the pieces were coming together as he said, sighing a bit more-- "First of all, I do not condone what you did- at all. What you did was complete bullshit, and I think you can agree with that. But know I would never take this to the cops or anything. Even though we aren't together anymore, I still got your back, as you have mine. It's an animal attack and we'll leave it at that." --But he would be letting his thoughts about Jade out as well-- "But those texts and things you were saying make sense. I mean, Jade was attractive and sweet towards me, but I just couldn't stop feeling like she was going out with me, just to fuck with you. That's why I needed to break it off, I didn't think her intentions were 100 percent true." --Jake knew this next question could have been the clincher for what Sed did, but he wanted to hear it from her first-- "At some point at her place that night, I was semi-passed out. Was there a picture text from her, with her (CENSORED FOR GRAPHIC CONTENT, lmao)? I do remember a light going off in a moment like that, but I was too drunk to make it out." --Jake would discuss Shay once Sed cleared this question up for him-- (d)
DeviI Red: "Shit movie or not, don't go making MY ass have to kill someone else to save YOURS," she just about growled it, picturing the band having to take on some fucking MC somewhere and it caused her to shake her head. The blonde tits and ass wasn't worth it, but she guessed that would've been the way Karma worked. She was about to say something else about it, too, but completely forgot what it was when he mentioned the photo she'd gotten from Jade on her phone. It was of her head in Jake's lap, and if Sedona could gnash her teeth together any tighter, her jaw would've shattered. All she could do was nod in response, still inwardly seething, and it was easy to see where the mere scent of him on that bitch's skin would've set her off, making her lose control. He hadn't known Sedona very long, but in that time it was something she never did -- she tried pretty damn hard to keep that part of herself in line. "She didn't love you..." she said finally, faintly, as he was standing behind her, listening and maybe even watching. She knew where he was in the room, but not where he was looking. "Maybe she would've," she shrugged -- there was no way to know that now. "I'm not going to stalk every woman you're with, either," she said finally, trying to put that fear to rest. She didn't know he was already seeing someone, that she was even living with him now, but he'd mentioned worrying about her attacking other people. "It's not like that." She wasn't like that. "I want you happy," she called out to him softly across the room. "I know I fucked up," she nodded, openly admitting it to him, with him and with Jade. "But I want someone else to be what you deserve." -d-
Manager Cieaner: --So, Jade was really trying to make a point by blowing Jake in a picture- just to get back at Sed. That alone would have been grounds for ending a relationship, and now- he was getting inside Sed's mindset as to why she did this horrible deed. The anger had subsided within him and they were discussing things logically now. He nodded his head in agreement to Sed, saying-- "Yeah, I think she went out with me just to make you jealous. I'm not saying that's grounds for killing someone, but she was into some bad shit. I believe even if you didn't do what you did, she wasn't going to be around much longer anyway. She knew too many bad people." --Now, here came the real hard part, as Sed promised him she wouldn't go after any future women in his life. He nodded, saying-- "That's good. The last thing I have to tell you is that I met someone in Hawaii. She's the anti-Jade: sweet, intelligent, innocent- well, somewhat innocent, someone that has my and her own best interests at heart. And I think she's in love with me, and I am falling for her as well. She is back in Seattle with me...I just want things with her to be stable. I hope you can understand." --Jake was falling for Shay and wanted the best for them and their life together, whether that ended up in marriage, children or both. But he knew even if Sed would be shocked by this development, she would understand in time. But he would add-- "And I want you to be happy as well, with whatever is going to make you happy. Just know that I'm not only your band manager, but a close friend and just wants what's best for you." --Walking over towards Sed, he leaned down, placing a soft kiss on her forehead and whispered to her-- "Would a close friend have gotten you out of the assault charge in Detroit? Yeah, I did that this morning for you. So, never think I don't care." --Jake would back away as he stood up, chuckling sarcastically-- "You still need to get that fever checked out..." -- (d)
DeviI Red: Even as he pressed a kiss to her brow, able to tell that she was furious by the fact that it felt like she was burning up, telling her that the charges against her had been dropped, she was still reeling over the fact that he'd found someone. That sixth sense she possessed had been right in picking up on the fact that when he walked through the door of Studio Seven, he was happy. "The anti-me, too," she murmured, cracking a smile, forcing it for him -- this was what she wanted after all, and she knew it would be coming at some point, she just hadn't bargained on it being so soon. She'd get used to it, though. When he pulled back, she turned her gaze up to him. "I know you care," she assured him, "I just..." she really didn't know what to say at this point except, "Thank you. For getting the charges dropped, I mean. And not going to the cops..." He could've. He didn't have to be so damn understanding, not many would be, and it would've been bad -- a wolf behind bars, literally caged, wouldn't have gone well at all. After a moment of silence, she asked out of the blue, "What's her name?" If she was important enough for him to bring back to Seattle with him, to tell her about and politely draw the line, letting Sed know not to mess with her without outright saying it, well then he definitely was falling for her -- or had fallen. No man moved a woman in with them if they weren't in love, not unless there was a hidden agenda and Sedona knew Jake wasn't the sort to play games. -d-
Manager Cieaner: --He heard the "anti-me" comment, and shook his head and saying-- "Never think that, I cherish what we had. I would have gladly spent the rest of my life with you, but shit happens. I'm not angry and just hope we can maintain a good relationship in the future." --He knew Sed was having a hard time with the admission of his relationship with Shay, but in time- she'd be ok with it. He nodded at her thanks about the cops and the charges, saying-- "Hey, just think of it- you're like Vince Neil in '83 now- you killed someone and got away with it. Don't mention it." --He chuckled as there was a pause, before she asked her name. He'd pull out his phone, showing her a picture of Shay and Jake at the pool in Hawaii as he said-- "It's Shay. Shay Quinterre." --He saw also that he got a text from his ol' buddy Johan as they talked. He took the phone away for a second and read the text, flipping Sed his phone for a minute, before saying-- "Johan says to tell that sexy ass redhead to get down to the Vogue for Fetish Night tomorrow, so I can bend her over and smack her ass all night. Care to respond?" --He laughed, knowing Johan was getting desperate to meet her if he was texting Jake and shook his head. Whether Sed wanted to respond or not was up to her. But he knew that there was still some album work to do be done, and he had Belle to go home to tonight. -- (d)
DeviI Red: When he offered up the photo, she inwardly braced herself, seriously not sure what to expect, to the point that when the woman looked relatively normal, she was honestly shocked. "She's...." Cue the sound of surprise in her tone as she took in the tiny blonde standing beside him. "...cute," she said finally. "And," eyeballing the picture of them closely, cracking a small smile, "Short." That smile shifted into a smirk as she relaxed a little beside him, looking at him from out of the corner of her eye as she debated something else, wanting to tease him in the worst way. She finally gave in. "Glad you told me about her and showed me what she looks like," she said innocently enough before digging in, "Otherwise I might've seen you both on the street one day and asked if she was a daughter you hadn't told me about." She whistled low, sinking down in her seat, expecting to be hit with something as she laughed, the sound of it faltering the second he told her what Johan had said. It became a snicker as she shook her head. "He lays a hand on my ass, his is getting kicked," she said, both hands on the arms of the chair now, using them to shove out of it and onto her feet. Sedona's response suggested that she would still be meeting the other musician. She could hem and haw all she wanted about how pushy he was, but truth be told, she kind of liked it, even if she had to knock him down a few notches to make him tolerable. "Hey," she said finally, getting his attention away from the phone for a second. By her expression, he could tell she was being serious, that all kidding was being set aside, even if it was just for the moment. "You look good together," she nodded, meeting his eyes with a soft smile, one that said she was happy for them -- for him, even if it would be hard to get used to. As for her being happy....she was working on it. -d-
Manager Cieaner: --Jake laughed upon hearing Sed's response to Shay, firing back-- "I don't discriminate on height." --Then came the signature Sed smartass remark, in which Jake gave her a pissy sarcastic grin, before saying curtly-- "Hey, fuck you- she's 24! I'm not robbing the cradle or anything..." --He laughed softly as they had one of their moments again, and it felt like old times- well, almost. As he put the phone back in his pocket, he heard about the Johan thing and just chuckled. If Johan was as crazy as he tried to sell Jake on, who knows- Sed and Johan could be quite the duo of nuclear sexual energy. But Jake had to get back to Shay, and would begin to make his way towards the door, but not before saying-- "I'm glad we chatted tonight, even if some of it was a little fucked up. It is good to see you again....I gotta split though, I will see ya in the next few days to hear the album." --As he opened the door to the soundproof room, he turned to her as she made that last comment, saying-- "Thank you Sed, she is pretty wonderful. As for you, go to the Vogue tomorrow night. See what this clown is all about. I'll see ya.." --And with that Jake closed the door and would be off for the night-- (d)
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Post by Alex Vipond on Feb 1, 2013 13:40:18 GMT -8
January 29th, 2013 Jameson O’Connell: The cab rolled up curbside to let the passenger slip out of the interior with a toss of cash to the man in the front seat. The comment back was ignored and the front door prowled at and through. After the past week or so, Jamie was in serious need of a fucking drink. Or five. Washed out jeans, boots, a white tee over a white thermal below the leather jacket was worn- not giving two fucks over his appearance. He ordered two doubles of his usual at the bar, paid and stalked off in search of a pool table. He didn't even know if this joint had one...he's slacking. As he drank down a quarter of liquor in one glass he hunted down a table. Was there one? *
Alex Vipond: A few, along the wall. Booths, actually. Alex was coming up from the basement, into the kitchen, from there he made his way out front, a nod given the relief tender who wasn't all that familiar, but then he'd been gone for the better part of the month. He took a lean against the bar, ordered a bottle of the 'special reserve', and then waited for it to be warmed. Looking around his gaze fell to the stranger and he nodded, studying him for a long moment, before his attention was taken once more by the tender. Once the bottle was handed over, Alex took it, and popped the stopper, tipping it up as he moved from the bar toward the stage to check the back line.
Taran McLean: Another Scotsman was polluting the great city of Seattle. This one was currently in conversation with the harbor master about the positioning of his home. Security had already been put in place (God save the fuck(s) who tried to harm his mother and son) and the bike he ordered was waiting. His helmet was with him, a steadfast friend who had yet to let him down. With a lift of hand to the harbinger, he swung a leg over the seat and lifted his cell phone from the holster at his hip. Blue eyes wrinkled at the sides as he concentrated on the target that had been moving but now came to a stop. A smirked smile swarmed over his features as he pulled the helmet on and slipped the phone away. Time to go hunting.
Jameson O’Connell: Great. No pool tables. No darts. Fuck his life. Fine. He caught movement out of the corner of his eye, the glance that way caught the guy that nodded in his direction and offered a lift of his chin in return. Since there were booths, his ass found one in a slump. The second glass was put in front of him and the first was going to be taking his attention for now. He did keep an eye on the bodies roaming, though. *
Izzy Beausoleil: Izzy parked her car and slid out, lips moving soundlessly as if she were muttering to herself and well really she was. She had a lot going on and the last thing she needed was someone touching her baby. Keys in hand, she locked the door and headed inside. The area was shit, the outside of the place looked like shit, the inside not much better, but it had a state of the art sound system she had found and looks were deceiving. Too, the place was warded. She could feel the power of it, even before she stepped through the door. The man who had done the job, knew well what he was doing. Izzy glanced around and her lips twisted upward in that little smirk of hers. She headed for the bar, and ordered her bourbon.
Alex Vipond: Alex glanced toward the door as it opened and his gaze held on the woman a moment. Blonde, but not the right one. He went back to checking, the equipment, making sure all was ready for the first set later in the evening.
Kalypso: What she had a bit of culture in the morning at the art museum. Why not head to the bar in the evening? She was shielding herself with good reason. One she was in public; usually a good time to be the most careful. Still wearing the same dark pants with a triangular sleeved cut shirt with beading. Her long dark hair fell down her back and sneakers on her feet. Okay it was getting a bit old walking everywhere. She really needed to find a job. The place was mildly busy from what she could tell. Before taking a seat at a table not to far from the booth.
Taran McLean: Taran got a copycat of the bike he rode back in home. It wasn't any name brand anyone would recognize, totally custom. The streets were far from empty but he knew the lay of the land from previous "visits". A call might have been in order to give the one he was hunting down some clue but that just isn't his way. A sideways turn along one corner got him onto a highway that let him do what he loves best- fly without thought about what was around the next turn. Not often he gets to live that way. He'll take advantage now and hope his faithful friend, the helmet, doesn't decide tonight is the night to fail him.
Jameson O’Connell: The glass was empty by the time the table nearby got taken. Hazels slanted in that direction and Kalypso was given a nod for a hello. The empty was shoved aside and the second glass was slid close...the pause was to check to see if there were no smoking signs around. He was, however, sort of looking forward to live music. The lean back into his booth seat came with a pull of his phone out of his jacket pocket. It was turned over once or twice as eyes narrowed, the liquor sipped on, and with a grunt it was put away again. *
Alex Vipond: Once h was sure everything was set, he stepped away from the stage, the bottle lifted again, and then he checked his watch. The message should be arriving at Trinity soon.
Kalypso: Kalypso nodded to Jamie. Didn't say a word to him as she would order a glass of ginger ale. It was better then some of the other ones that she was drinking. Most of the sodas were too sugary. She had swiped a few bucks from Mars, thank you big brother. Softly smirks at the thought as she paid for her drink. It wasn’t like she took to much only a five. Luckily for her ginger ale didn’t cause anything to refill.
Taran McLean: Wasn't long before he came to the turnoff for the road that would lead him to his prey. Cautious now, he began inspecting the scenery that passed him by. There was no dizzying pace or speed now, not wanting the local leos to get a bead on him so soon after his arrival. It was never his way to piss off local law enforcement, but rather, slip in and out of a territory with nary a whisper of his ever having been there. Seattle would be no different, even if he decided to weigh anchor here for a while. No longer held back by the open road, his home could bring him and his family virtually anywhere in the world. For tonight, at least, here was where they were moored.
Jameson O’Connell: Another quarter glass gone, he at least slowed a little bit. "Evenin', Kalypso." The words were given with a glance over- may as well play nice since he's in public. Pissy mood or no. "Y'doin' alrigh'?" A brow lifted as did the glass did again. Sucking more down as she debated to answer or not. *
Kalypso: "I’m fine. No pissy mood. What about you? Pissed drunk yet?" Raising a smirk as she would take a long drink from her glass; draining down half of it before asking for another.
Izzy Beausoleil: Izzy got her drink and then turned, looking back at Jamie but he was busy it seemed. A smile was sent his way and then she sipped her drink, feeling the delicious burn as it went down.
Jameson O’Connell: Snort. "N'even close." The low mutter came right before he took another drink. "Workin' on it." The smirk returned in short order, though. "Enjoy th' museum?" Yes, he'd seen them even if he didn't acknowledge them. Not while he was working. Iz was noticed, don't think she hadn't been. She got a curl of a smirk back and a lift of his half-gone Jamie as his howdy-do. *
Taran McLean: The outside of the place was less than impressive, he thought to himself as he pulled up. Ambiance means nothing to Taran who was out for a ride and possibly to see an old friend. While Jameson was cutting smiles to the pretty girls, the McLean was killing the engine and sliding the bike back on its stand. Silence surrounded him like a shroud as he dismounted and began a trek toward the side of the building. This would not be an other-worldly inspection as he is lacking in the Hoodooo Voodoo department, but he'd check for side and back doors as well as an surprises that might be buried or sequestered in advantageous positions. It's always good to know if and where there's any fire power or extra security for one's own sake. The helmet remained as he slithered about the property.
Kalypso: "Yes I did Bond. did you find what you were looking for?" Raising a brow as she smiled. "I can see I’m intruding perhaps I should leave you be." smiles as she looks to Izzy and waves her over. Alex Vipond: Alex checked his watch again and then headed down the hall for his own rented space. Unlocking the door, he stepped inside, a glance around given, before he stepped into the control room. As for what would be found? Security cameras: both standard and thermal. Javier was a firm believer in knowing what was lurking about as much as whom. The rest of the standard security would be in the form of standard bouncers. The rest wasn't hardware but magic craft, wrought by the Houngan that owned and operated the place. It was a safe haven of sorts, where all types could mingle, oblivious or aware, as thy liked, so long as a ruckus wasn't started. If that happened the results were swift and decisive and completely disorienting, even for those who were aware of the wards in place to prevent violence.
Jameson O’Connell: "Yeup." He did. Here's hoping he can get his hands on it this way rather than the harder way. He wasn't looking forward to having to go the alternate route, but he would if need be. "Yer fine." The glass lifted again for a swig of the whiskey while hazels shifted back toward Iz's direction when Kalypso waved at her to come over. He can swallow the pissy mood when need be. Hence, his being in public. Kinda forces him to do it regardless. It wasn't doing him any good to keep going as he had. See? Grin. *
Izzy Beausoleil: She smiled to the pair and rose, glass taken up, heels ticking across the floor as she moved through the patrons, a twist here, a sidestep there and then she was settling in the booth with them. "And hello again." She smiled, then looked to Kalyspo. "And hello to you."
Jameson O’Connell: "Evenin'." Actually, Jamie was in the booth. Kaly was ata table, but if she's wanting to sit in the booth that was fine and dandy. *
Kalypso: "Your so full of shit right now. You don’t have to paint on a face for me. You can be as pissy as you want or feel you need to be." Her attention turned to Izzy. "Hello" she painted on a smile as well as she looked to Izzy.
Taran McLean: He wasn't about to go bashing the place in (Or Jamie's face for that matter). Taran simply does not walk in totally blind into a place. Years of experience has taught him that is one of the quickest ways to get dead. As for any spells or magics used on the place-- while he isn't a total null, and assume every place has some sort of casting- he wasn't one who was going to feel any hum of energies. One might say he was your average Joe, though that one would quite likely find themselves mistaken eventually. Any security cameras were given a wave to acknowledge their presence and nothing more. Satisfied, he head for the door with an ambling prowl that seemed his signature gait if not working. The helmet came off just before he opened the door and stepped inside.
Jameson O’Connell: "Much appreciated." The wry twist to his smile came back and was given to Kaly with a hint of teeth. Hazels went toward Iz again as he tossed back more of the Jamie. "How've y'been?" It would be another three or four of the doubles before he started hinting at the effects. Years of experience. Just because he doesn't show it, doesn't mean he can't feel the warmth spreading. He heard the door to the place open, almost missed it. The vantage point didn't afford him the view of it, though. Again...mental cursing. Rather than twist to look his head tilted a bit- if he could catch footsteps out of those around him (ha) he'll try. He's nothing but a null, though. *
Alex Vipond: Finishing off the bottle, Alex looked around; making sure things were picked up and not quite so post bomb in appearance. Sheet music was taken up and stacked, set on a shelf and an assortment of picks were swept off into a drawer before he gave a last look around. It was as good as it was going to get. He then headed back out front, empty bottle in hand, to return it to the bar tender.
Izzy Beausoleil: "Busy, mostly." She smiled. "I closed escrow today, and got one step closer to having my floor of offices look like they might be habitable sometime before June." She smirked, shifting so that she could see both Jamie and Kalypso.
Taran McLean: You know that bit of a nook every bar has, the one that allows a person to seem to meld into the woodwork? That was the spot Taran was eyeing before sweeping from the entryway to said area. A hand went up, fingers shaking through his hair to rid himself of the flattened mess and into a spikey mess instead. It wasn't that he much gave a shit about what he looked like-- given the jeans, non-descript tee and beaten brown leather jacket, it was a thing his wife used to do every time they got somewhere and so he paid homage now. That left ring finger that should sport a ban did so, but a tan line rather than gold now. The actual symbol of his vows was worn along side his St. Andrews medal on a chain around his neck. Sure he had not been seen by those sitting at the booth, he took a lean against the bar counter, ready to order a beer when the tender got around to him.
Jameson O’Connell: "Congrats." That had a bit of a real smile slip out. "Good t'ear. I'm sure yer excited." Making conversation is normal behavior. There were a few footsteps in the joint, but tracking them wasn't the easiest thing to do. He briefly watched the other guy wander back before hazels shifted back to Iz again. Whomever came through the door wasn't in his line of sight. Fuck. "So yer openin' in June?" A brow lifted as he curled out of the sprawl to put arms onto the table, the glass framed by fingers now. "Where at?" *
Izzy Beausoleil: "Sooner, actually if everything continues on schedule." She nodded. "Smith Tower. I just love the building, it's so quaint."
Jameson O’Connell: Smith Tower. A slight nod was given after a moment. "I know th'place. Nice buildin'." *
Izzy Beausoleil: "Yes, built in 1903, and was at one time the tallest building west of the Mississippi. It later had the distinction of being the tallest on the west coast, until the Space Needle went up for the '62 World's fair."
Taran McLean: Taran upnodded to the tender and lowered so that his voice would not carry. There was no hint of brogue as he ordered a bottled beer and reached for his wallet. This was done while setting his helmet down on the counter, even patting it as if to tell it not to wander off. The widower had lost enough in the recent past.
Jameson O’Connell: "Been aroun' th' Needle, not up it yet." The brogue wasn't as thick as it had when he first showed his face, he was just too tired for it. "Heard rumors i'was a real space ship a'one time." The chuckle was rough, but not faked. Jamie polished off his glass and slid the empty to sit next to the other one nearby. "Anythin' else up in th'air, or are all yer ventures tied inta th'office fer now?" He had started to relax a bit. Just a little bit. Inside, he still felt wound tighter than a Slinky in the hands of a five year old tryin' to see how long it'd take to break. A glance was given off to the side before he cut a half-grin. "We can smoke in'ere, yes?" Say yes. It's cold outside. *
Izzy Beausoleil: "Conspiracy theories abound. It was even addressed in the movie, Men In Black, with similar structures on the East Coast." She nodded. "For now it's all about the office. Everything rides on getting this up and running as smoothly as possible. And... no. Law prohibits smoking in public buildings; one has to be twenty five feet from the door."
Jameson O’Connell: Snort. Fuck. *
Alex Vipond: Alex nodded to the man at the bar, and then glanced around again; still no Nicolette. He glanced at his watch and tried not to act like he was waiting on a date to arrive. This was a hell of a lot more important. And it was a hell of a long time coming. Centuries in fact. He was, however, damned glad he'd not in fact, killed his sister. His only regret was that she'd apparently had no more choice in the matter than he did. Because of him.
Taran McLean: The McLean would have snorted too and would, in fact, when he realized he couldn't light up a Black. Then again, that would give him away before his voice. Money was passed to the tender with an ample tip left behind. Now, the decision about whether to circumvent the other Scot and slip to the back of the place came to mind. The decision to stay put and work on the beer was a fairly easy one. Recon first, as had been in the museum earlier. Watching, waiting...
Nicole Benoit: Ask and ye shall receive. Nicole had read the letter that was delivered to her. She was torn. She was curious to know what he had to say and yet, at the same time, was ready to rip his head off and torch him on fire. A car pulled in: A 1936 Buick, black. Driver would step out and come to the rear door to help his lady out. Booted feet found the ground first after legs gracefully swung about to support the rising lithe frame of the honey blonde woman. She was wearing black dress boots. Black pants with a frilly long sleeved shirt. A thick coat with fur cuffs and collar was worn to look the part for a Seattle resident. A knitted hat as well. She stood outside the club and stared. Already, she was debating on what to rip out first: His tongue or his eyes. Nicole would slowly move in. [d]
Jameson O’Connell: ...The museum? Fucker. "Fuck." Yup, that was for the no smoking laws. "I never keep'em straigh'." The wry twist to his lips was short lived. “Y'need help movin' shit, lemme know." He can at least offer that. His hand flattened to the table before he shifted, "I'm gonna go smoke, need a drinnk when I come back?" He was going to get two more for himself as well, so not hard to offer the same to Iz. He'd stand while he waited for a yes or no. *
Izzy Beausoleil: "Certainly." She smiled and nodded to his sentiments even though she didn't smoke. She'd never taken it up. Not cigarettes. She was known to sample her herb garden from time to time.
Taran McLean: Well, well.. Now, he could turn and get around the various columns and fit himself in an area where Jamie wouldn't see him but the recon didn't need to go that far. It isn't as though they're enemies and he's tracking him for a hit er-- visit of conversation. No, the McLean was simply trying to gauge just where Jamie was in this new life of his. No word had been sent of his arrival nor did he want to change the other Scot's life around if he had one already set. They both said they were stepping back to varying degrees though that could mean about anything in their "field". Instead of waning, Taran kept the lackadaisical lean against the bar as if seeing him there were an everyday occurrence.
Alex Vipond: When the door opened again and there she was, he straightened from his lean, dragging his hair back from his face and wishing like hell he'd thought to order a glass of whiskey. Too late now, he simply stood there, taking her in even as the spook at the other end of the bar seemed to be looking for a certain level of anonymity. He could have it. Nicolette had his sole attention.
Nicole Benoit: Pale blues would slowly shift from side to side as head was swiveled about in a steady and well calculated motion, taking in her surroundings. She knew the moment she stepped in, the air here was different. Eyes would narrow in a suspicious wince before she looked to those within. She smelled the air and smirked, lots of tasty varieties tonight, if she felt the need to get frisky. Gaze then came to settle on the man solely responsible for her tortured life, both before and after the darkness. Already she could feel herself hungry for blood and not for drink. She simply gave him a stare that could have very well buried him where he stood, 12 feet under. Strides carried her from door to bar, slow, graceful, spot on. Nicole wouldn't say a word yet. No, she wanted to watch him squirm like the worm he was. [d]
Jameson O’Connell: The nod was a 'will do'. Then he was heading for the door, averting running over the woman heading in, of course. His hand hit the door before it swung shut- oblivious to being watched. That, right there, showed his state of mind. Twenty-five feet were taken before he lit up the cigarette, exhaling deeply while hazels swung in a look about. Took note of the vehicles and paused at the sight of one. Curious, his head canted closer, making a wide circle around it. It was first a frown, then a lift of brows as his head straightened with a look back to the building. No. He hot boxed as much as that cigarette as he could on the way back to the front slightly while he moved door, flicking it out toward the street before the smoke was exhaled and the door opened again. NOW he paid attention. *
Izzy Beausoleil: Izzy watched Jamie leave and the woman enter, one brow rising. The two were quite obviously, to her anyway, powerful and the woman... hell hath no fury, as they say. She certainly would not want to be in the man's ... rather impressive shoes. Taran McLean: Taran had watched Jamie walk out with that telltale smirk of his following the man. Through the window, he simply leaned and let the heel of a boot lift to connect to the rung below the bar. Though a stool was just beside him, he made no effort to take a seat or lean further against it. When Jamie finally turned tail and came back in, it was a thick, baritone brogue that greeted him, "Got yer head in yer ass there, laddie?" The beer and his chin both lifted and tipped with obvious amusement.
Alex Vipond: He deserved it and he knew it. With the first band of the evening starting up, it wouldn't seem overly odd that when he spoke, it seemed to be soundless. It wasn't. It was simply lower in frequency than human hearing could pick up. "Nicolette, we can speak here if you like, or in the back where it's more private, entirely up to you. I just want to speak with you. I thought you were dead... That...." he paused to collect himself, and then continued. "That I'd killed you."
Nicole Benoit: She continued to give that cold emotionless stare. Pale blues changed to the electric blue. The sort that warned victims of just who and what they were dealing with. Her reply was just as low as his own. "Here... there... it matters little where I am to kill you." she began with. The last of his words was enough to make her empty chest ache. Had she a heart, it would have crumbled all over again. Her eyes grew more morbid looking, more deathly. "You did kill me but not in the way you might think. And it’s why I've decided.... to take your life in exchange for hers." A hand lifted and fingers slowly began to curl and form into a first. But then... she paused. Looked to her hand and stared. It wasn't working. Why wasn't she able to draw his power from him? Make him wither. Make him crumble to his knees and beg for his afterlife. Eyes snapped back to Alex, to her brother. "This is a trap... you set me up." [d]
Jameson O’Connell: "Wha'thfuck?" One word, there. The door swung shut behind him and a grin sprung free. "When th'fuck?" He snickered outright as he prowled over to the fucker's position. "When'd y'ge'ere? Why didn' y'call?" He was damn tempted to upslap the man. Instead he clapped a hand hard onto his shoulder and pulled him into a quick if fierce hug. "Come on, sit wi' me." His head tipped back toward the booth where Iz was. He ordered two more doubles and a bourbon before leaning briefly against the bar to wait for them to be done. "Holy shit." Lower, that one. *
Alex Vipond: "Nicolette, you've made the transition you know what it's like, how chaotic, the blood lust... I.... What?" Confusion marred his face as he regarded her. He shook his head. "No, I chose this place so that we could talk without fighting. "We need to talk. What do you man my life in exchange for hers?"
Taran McLean: The single word mangled from many made Taran smile something that was not a smirk, and for a change not razored. The grin set free his way cajoled his own to life. By the time Jamie was close enough to either upslap or hug him, the beer was abandoned to the bar and the man was wrapped as fiercely as he offered. Two entirely different reunions were taking place within the same space. "Demanding sot that you are. Why call when I can surprise you?" A last grip was made before releasing the other's shoulder, lowering his voice as he sludged his shoulder into Jamie's own, "You really that surprised I'd come looking for you?" The answer is likely going to be yes. The McLean was not one known to visit for visiting sake to begin with, much less to spring the surprise of his presence in the area on those considered family.
Nicole Benoit: "I know what its like to take a life... to drain them dry... yes. I also know... I would never do it to my family. I'd sooner die than take the life of my own blood." she replied. She gave a side long look to him. One that showed her confusion. Thin blonde brows arched and then suddenly furrowed. "Who is it you think you killed that day Alex? Whose blood do you think you quenched your thirst with?" she asked in a demanding tone. [d]
Jameson O’Connell: His head shook as he swayed with that slug to his shoulder. Brows lifted, though, at one question, "Yeah." Taran wasn't one to surprise visit. He pulled his wallet out of his back pocket to slide money over for the three drinks and it was shut again. He took a visual check of Taran's face and eyes as he gathered the glasses in both hands. "Glad you did." Once he had a good grip, the glasses were lifted. "Come on. Y'sure as hell not gettin' off easy this time." The grin returned as he knocked his steel toe against Taran's shin. Get moving. Get the helmet. *
Izzy Beausoleil: Looking between the men, that pale gaze seemed to find some amusement, but then those eyes shifted to the other pair at the bar and the expression grew pensive.
Alex Vipond: "Do you think it was my choice? It wasn't even my idea to go home at that time. But I missed you and Alea knew that. She sent me home knowing I wasn't ready; that I couldn't control it. And when I saw you, there in the courtyard, my heart leaped. And then I was holding you and then.... Then I felt you slip away..." He looked away, dragging a hand down his face, and then he looked back at her. "I never wanted to hurt you. And I thought it was too late, that you were gone. I settled you near Mama's roses and I wept."
Taran McLean: "This time?" He all but snorted and threatened retaliation for that kick as he lifted the helmet, first. The beer had barely been touched; merely a prop for all intensive purposes, and it came along for the ride. "When do I ever get off easy with you?" The complaint fell flat as was intended given the true affection between them. The other two seeming to stare one another down were avoided deftly and seamlessly as he focused his attention on the lovely Jamie had been chatting up since Taran arrived. He smiled as they neared and waited for the intros to fly.
Nicole Benoit: "YOU HAD A CHOICE! Live or die! You should have chosen your own death, rather than forcing it upon my daughter!" Even though she was yelling in anger, it was only for those of their kind to hear. "And don't you dare try to pin the death of my one and only child... YOUR niece... on Alea!" She was storming after him now. Pretty blonde was pissed. Words might not have been heard by others, but the actions spoke for themselves. [d]
Jameson O’Connell: "Never." His grin only widened for the complaint before they started moving. When they got to the booth Jamie bent to put the three glasses down and offer Iz her bourbon. "Iz, this'ere is Taran McLean. Taran, th'lovely Miss Beausoleil." He'd let Taran do his thing with the lady and slid into the opposite seat and over to make room. *
Izzy Beausoleil: Pulling her eyes from the pair at the bar, she looked up to the gentlemen. She nodded her thanks for the drink and offered her hand out to Taran. "A pleasure."
Alex Vipond: "What?" So stunned was he that he had, for the moment, forgotten to modulate his voice. If possible, what color he had instantly drained away. He staggered back a step as the enormity of what he'd done hit anew. He dropped onto a bar stool and stared off into the distance, as that night replayed in his mind. He should have known she was too young to have been Nicolette. His heart broke anew as the weight of it settled on him. "Mon Dieu...."
Taran McLean: The McLean set his beer down, wiped his right hand on his jeans and took the offered hand gently. He might have seemed an aristocrat for the ease in which he bowed and graced her knuckles with his lips. Blue eyes never left hers as he straightened, set down the helmet and focused on Miss Beausoleil rather than the two at the bar, "It is a great pleasure for me as well. Jamie always did keep the prettiest company." With the man moved over, Taran filled the empty space, setting his helmet on the floor between his feet.
Jameson O’Connell: Yeah, that had another grin split from behind his glass as he watched that. "Wha' can I say?" Not much. He chuckled as the glass lowered nearby the other that he slid between he and Taran in case the man wanted one. Even if he had his beer. Though he kept an eye on the other two, his focus was here. *
Nicole Benoit: "No.. Dieu ne peut pas vous épargner maintenant...." (No, God can not save you now....) She came nose to nose with him and her hands came to push hard against his chest in the fury of her anger. If and when he fell, she held fast to his clothing and was jerking him back up to his feet, ready to give another blow. [d]
Alex Vipond: He didn't have the time, or the room, to fall. With his back to the bar, he had no where to go, but the violence of the act, and her grip on him, had them both swept outside. One moment they were at the bar, the next they were out in the lot. Not once did Alex even lift a hand to defend himself against the attack, still in too much shock over the news that after mourning his sister for almost seven centuries, it had been his niece that he'd killed. He stumbled at the sudden change, one hand lifting to grasp Nicolette’s arm more to steady himself as he reeled somewhat like a drunk from the shock of the news.
Taran McLean: A blue eyed blink, or ten, was made when the pair poofed. Now was when the seeming gentleman went off on a stream of Gaelic that would make his Da proud and his Mum upslap him. Much was said about leaving the Land of the Weird only to wind up ... wherever the hell they were now. The McLean was thinking, Portal, Time Warp, Intergalactic Federation Strike Force, Jaysus, what living in strange places for a few years can do to a man's mind.
Izzy Beausoleil: A fact which Izzy noted if no one else did. She smiled though and looked back at the pair. "I think I'm ready for a smoke, how about you?" No, she didn't smoke, but she knocked back her drink and was rising. Something was not right and she was going to be a nosy git.
Jameson O’Connell: ..and then they were gone, those two. Interesting. He stared as well. When Taran started the tirade, Jamie's laughter rang through the bar with a lean to the side. G'damn it, he even wheezed at one portion and shoved the man's shoulder a bit. His laughter died down to a snickering as he straightened up again. When Iz stood, brows rose. The glance toward Taran had no amusement in it. Silent communications there before he tossed back his glass of Jamie with a couple of swallows and slid the empty aside with a cringe. Shame the other will go to waste, he's not touching it if it's left behind. *
Nicole Benoit: Fist formed as she clenched the clothing and jerked him up with her natural force. Now that they were outside... her abilities were back and with full force. She lifted him up off the ground and shoved him up against the back wall where they were, outside. Not a hair was out of place. Then she began to concentrate on him and draw from him. "I will drain you as you did her..." [d]
Alex Vipond: Alex seemed to snap out of it as he was slammed into the wall and when she started that draw, he returned it in kind. "We don't have to do this, Nicolette." He locked his own hands into her coat and shoved back at her, the two slowly rising as each sought the upper hand in what amounted to a perfectly balanced scale.
Taran McLean: All it took was that look for him to grow serious, reach down for his helmet and slide from the booth. As he did so, though, he asked aloud, "If they can disappear like that is there really any reason we need to be involved?" Ah, yes, there was a female present; for a moment he forgot. They would go out and watch whatever carnage was taking place or become part of it if necessary. All that was said in the look given back to Jamie as he motioned him forward, after Izzy, with a slight swing of his helmet which was shifted into his left hand so his right was free. Oh. Happy. Day.
Izzy Beausoleil: "It wasn't them, it was the bar." She grabbed her bag and was heading for the door. "It's spelled, to prevent violence within. Once she got physical...." She shrugged. "They were no longer within." Which left without. And without was where Izzy was heading, door pulled open and she stepped out, following the flow of power to the source.
Jameson O’Connell: He stood as well and slid past Taran with a hint of a smirk and a nudge. "Goo't'know, jus' in case." He gave a slight roll of a shoulder as they followed Iz, to and through the door. "I'll have t'remember t'keep m'hands t'myself, then." The mutter was quiet and then silenced when they hit the cold air. He couldn't sense a power sorce of any kind, but could feel the tension in the air. He left both hands free; no Helmet to speak of. "Y'know wot's goin' on?" He muttered that in Iz's direction. Happy Day, indeed. Let's hope it doesn't end in sharing the bloodshed, yes? *
Izzy Beausoleil: "With luck it won't come to that." She though, wasn't certain. She rounded the building to the back alley where the pair was locked in combat, some feet from the ground. Izzy did not seem the least bit phased by it. She did however drop that Birkin to her feet and stood there, watching them, hands down to her sides with palms facing forward.
Nicole Benoit: Nicole didn't let up. Brows furrowed and she continued to push her power to its limit and draw his life force. "You took her from me. I lost my daughter... my husband... you...." she screamed. She tried to toss him aside like yesterdays trash, having aimed for the large heavy metal dumpster that the Studio used. "For weeks I was alone with Phillipe and the new King." She added in her loud tone. "I've waited for this moment for centuries..." Her eyes were that wicked electric blue, fiercely staring him down, even as he did to her as she did to him. Trying to fight it and hang on. [d]
Jameson O’Connell: Yeaah. There's not much they can do here to help or prevent...anything. Great. *
Alex Vipond: "It was not intended!" His own eyes were a luminous, near arctic blue. "And tell me, Nicolette, who was it that turned you, hm? Who was it that set you on my path? Let me take a wild guess: The very woman whom I spurned after she sent my on my disastrous path; the very woman whom I walked away from BECAUSE she set me to do what which I did." He held her in his grip and then just shoved her away from him, all efforts at taking from her as she was from him ceased. He dropped to the ground and stood back. "Do it."
Taran McLean: What is a true Scottish reunion without some bloodshed to baptize the moment in? Again, not entirely a null, he picked up on the change in energies immediately. A frown marred his features, helmet set on a car hood with a pat for it to stay put. All at once, his neck craned to see the pair levitating, Izzy doing that motion with her hands, and Jamie seeming to be about to walk closer. His arm went out in front of the man, body stepping in front of his as he let his right hand drop. Nothing they carry can help anything or anyone here. He is not letting Jamie get any closer than right where they stood. The McLean has no intentions of their being the marshmallow toasties at this bonfire, damn it.
Nicole Benoit: Nicole was shoved back with the equal amount of force and landed against a truck of some sort. It rocked given the amount of power used. Probably eve dented it to hell and back. Once she managed to her feet she strode across the ground and dipped her chin. Lips parted. "I will... “she whispered. And so she concentrated on him as she began to pull from him with every intention of draining him. Slowly. She wanted him to suffer. Suffer like she had all these centuries. [d]
Jameson O’Connell: Point. The bare motion he had started ceased at the arm crossing his path. No protest made. He took a deep breath as the guy dropped and stepped back instead. Yeah, he had no true desire to end up toasted Scot, either. His head turned to murmur something even as he eyed the two. *
Izzy Beausoleil: Watching the pair, Izzy was more than prepared to offer in some distraction to get them to stop. Nothing major. A few... dozen aneurysms should do it. Since the man had backed off, she focused her energies on the woman, those pale eyes locked onto her, the fingers of her hands down at her sides tensing. The first of many vessels should be felt going at any moment accompanied by what would, in a human, be blinding pain. For a vampire who could heal almost instantly, the trick was to not stop at one, but to keep popping vessels like a five year old with a sheet of bubble wrap.
Taran McLean: Did not take anymore than that murmur for his hand to press against the small of Jamie's back. Fuck protocol, (who even knows what it is for this situation), he was snapping up his helmet wordlessly. A tilt of his head and lift of chin with wrangled lips head him, and hopefully the other Scot, toward the bike. A saddlebag was opened revealing a second helmet. Under that would be the goofy ass goggles Kari used to wear whenever they went riding. There were some parts of his wife he could not let go of, yet. "Get on, y'riding bitch." His own helmet was secured as he swept his leg over the seat, rolled the kick stand up and got the bitch started.
Alex Vipond: Alex felt the essence flow from him, and he staggered a step, and then dropped to a knee. He looked up at her as she closed the distance between them. "I'm sorry." And he was. His heart ached for what he'd done, what he couldn't undo. His vision swam and his eyes dimmed. "I never meant for it to happen."
Jameson O’Connell: He kept a close eye on the small group as the helmet was snatched up. He moved toward the bike at the motion given, not a word give as he took the other helmet and shoved it onto his head. ... The goggles he stared at for a second before they were out of sight. He only snorted at Taran before he got on the back of the bike and hiked feet to hook them onto the supports. A hand lifted to knock the top of his helmet to let him know he was secure and good to go. *
Nicole Benoit: Pain. The sudden onset of pain came from within, mostly within her head rather than her extremities. She was forcing self heal as quickly as the vessels popped. Mending and reforming over and over before Nicole's deadly gaze turned to the woman that dared to interfere with her revenge. Attention was divided for a moment. She continued to draw from Alex while making her way toward the unknown woman. The men? They had the right idea. She released her hold on Alex for the moment, and focused on the woman. "Who dares to meddle in my affairs?!" Teeth began to elongate now. She was in bitch mode. [d]
Jameson O’Connell: Midol. Women's section. Find it. Love it. Use it. *
Taran McLean: With that knock at the back of his helmet they were off. Sorry pretty lady Jamie was speaking with. If you've got the juice to interfere, hopefully ya got the cajones to follow through. PMS is not for the faint of heart. They were headed in the direction from whence Taran had arrived. Out, sans bbqing.
Izzy Beausoleil: One hand lifted as the woman's attention turned, "Afferte ignum!" Fire rose between them, that pale stare locked on the woman. "I see a woman, about to destroy all she has left and in doing so, upsetting the balance of things to come." Thanks for the bbq idea guys.
Jameson O’Connell: Just no BBQ SCOT. Thx.
Alex Vipond: Alex dropped to both knees, head bowed, a shake of it given. "Stop!" Which woman he was speaking to was anyone's guess, but he was weakening fast.
Izzy Beausoleil: Izzy turned up the heat, one hand rotating, as fire seemed to dance above her hand and yes, she kept up with that bubble wrap game, if anything she turned it up a notch. "We can do this all night, and into the day, or we can go back inside and you two can continue your discussion."
Nicole Benoit: Nicole smirked. And the moment the wall of fire appeared, she levitated upward and over that fire. "Ah ah ah....." she said with a naughty shake of her finger. Yes, she could still feel the popping sensation within and seeing as she was having to focus on self heal and the woman, Alex was released from his death grip by his sister, for now. Without warning, just as feet touched the ground, in a blur, Nicole charged after the woman, reaching to grip her by the collar of shirt and or jacket. "You know nothing of my loss foolish woman..." Nicole was about to unleash part of her wraith on who ever this woman thought she was, in attempt at saving her brother from his fate. [d]
Alex Vipond: Nicolette wouldn't reach her goal. As soon as Alex was released he was on Nicolette, knocking her back and against the wall once more. Eyes were bright on hers as he ground out between his teeth. "Enough." He growled out at her. "Yes, I did you a grievous sin. And I have suffered for it, for centuries. No, I did not know it was my niece whom I killed, I thought it was my sister: The sister who was the light of my life. And every year on your birthday I go to church and light a candle for you. I cannot imagine pain I have put you through. But you did not suffer it alone."
Izzy Beausoleil: Izzy was expecting it and when the woman looked at her, she was fully prepared to set the woman on fire. The brother got there first, however and she back stepped, keeping that wall of flame between them as she moved to grab her bag.
Nicole Benoit: Nicole was knocked back against the wall. Flung against it like a paint splatter as limbs extended in flight and clashed against the wall. She fell to her hands and knees stunned by the sudden force that had she breath, would have been lost. She looked up to him, growling back in anger. Was about to charge after him again and then... features softened. It had been something he said. Something that made her realize, how close hey once were. Tears formed in her electric blue hues and with lips parted as she stared, fangs remained in their full length. She pushed him away and shook her head as if in disbelief, pushed herself up from her crouch, while pressed against the wall. She eased away, side stepping. [d]
Alex Vipond: Watching her, he dragged his hand through his hair. "I was new to my state, Nicolette. I had yet to learn to control it. She knew. Knew what I would do and hoped it would strip the last of my humanity from me. She failed. My guilt was such, my remorse so great that I started going to church again. And Alea and I fought. What before were disagreements had become raging battles. I think in the end, she let me go, thinking I would return to her. The fact of it was I could not bear to look at her. She was the face of my downfall, my ultimate sin." Tears flowed down his face and he brushed them away. "And I have tried every day, from that to this, to try and atone for what I did. I didn't even know you had married, Nicolette. Let alone had a child."
Izzy Beausoleil: They were talking. Her job was done. She slipped her hand into her bag, and pulled her cards, a quick shuffle of the major arcana and she pulled the top three. Strength, reversed, a sickness, loss of faith, followed by the World, ultimate change, a fulfillment, and finally the Lovers, a trial to be faced, one which would determine the course of things to come. She melded the cards back into the rest and slipped them back into her bag, as she headed for her car.
Nicole Benoit: "Because you left...." she replied. "You left me.... left me alone when we were suppose to stay together. Always. " she cried. Tears began to race down her cheeks. "......I had no one... no one to turn to anymore." She was angry because he had been able to leave, to see the world. Where as she, she was left behind in a man’s world with no one to answer for her anymore and therefore, was subject to a change she wasn't ready for. Thankfully, Phillipe had found a proper suitor... a good one. But still. She had wanted and needed her brother many times. And yet, he was not there. She glanced back and then to him, looking like some scared animal now, searching for an escape route as she slowly continued to put distance between them. She needed time. Time to think things through. Time to sort all that had happened; had been said. She couldn't go back to Alea now. She would know she had seen Alex. Then what? What would Alea do to her? And she was still too scarred by Alex to seek refuge from him. Nicole would have to vanish, find a place of her own for a few days. [d]
Alex Vipond: Alex stepped toward her, wanting to wrap her in his arms. "I am so sorry. I should not have left you. I missed you so much... and then...." Then he was no longer human.
Nicole Benoit: Tears continued to spill and once she reached the end of the wall, she shook her head to him. No. She couldn't go to him. This was not suppose to be how things happened. She was suppose to be able to take his life. To make him suffer. "Je suis désolé. Je ne peux pas." ( I am sorry, I can not.) she murmured and with that, turned to flee. [d]
Alex Vipond: "Oui, vous le pouvez. Nous pouvons recommencer à zéro Nous pouvons être famille." He walked toward her, one hand reaching for hers.
Nicole Benoit: "No.. vous ne comprenez pas.“ (No, you do not understand.) she called back and back stepped before turning again to keep distance between them. "Elle me punira. Je dois aller... "(She will punish me. I must go..." Nicole turned and with her power, called to the shadows, and disappeared. [d]
Alex Vipond: "Nicolette!" Alex stood there, still, tears flowing freely for what seemed an eternity as he waited, hoping she would come back, and knowing she would not. Not yet. It was that yet that gave him hope. Finally he turned, and headed home. He didn't even stop to get his car, but left it in the garage.
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Post by Alex Vipond on Feb 2, 2013 0:16:58 GMT -8
Alex Vipond:Alex had selected the music for the tour, and the following album, to be released, hopefully at tour's end. Most of the work was already done, but the track list had to be mastered, and the CDs produced. Album art had to be chosen, a record label created. He wasn't signing with anyone. He'd seen too many people fucked over by record companies. He wasn't going that route.
Sedona Raines:Sedona was starting to wonder if she should just put a cot in the place. The studio, that is. Having been there a whole lot since after Christmas, she didn't see the point in paying rent to two different places when only one of them starting to feel like home. The other was just a place to store shit, shower and change. Musing over all this, the redhead shouldered her way inside, not sure who, or what, she would find in here tonight, but that predatory was quick to take in her surroundings, raking a hand through her hair in the process. -d-
Alex Vipond:Dragging a hand through his hair, he rolled the gum in his mouth over to the other side, then stepped from the control room. Heading up front, the second band of the night, The Vatican, was on stage. Alex wound his way through the crowd toward the bar, but he spotted Sedona and headed her way instead.
Sedona Raines:She hopped her denim-wrapped ass up on the counter, kicking a heel against the base of it to the drumbeat that was being played. Reaching back for the beer that was brought out to her, she spotted Alex and cracked a smile. It was too loud to speak, but sometimes you just didn't have to. -d-
Alex Vipond:Taking up a lean, he shot her a grin and then looked around the place. Way too loud for her to hear him, though, if she were to say anything.... He glanced around again, then motioned his head for the back. He'd not filled her in on the latest details, and likely should.
Sedona Raines:With beer in tow, she stepped off her perch and started following Alex to the back, taking a pull or two along the way, weaving through the crowd of people on the other musician's heels. -d-
Alex Vipond:Stepping back into the control room, he closed the door after her and then dropped into his chair. "Well what do you want to hear first, the good news, the bad news or the really fucked up news?"
Kalypso:Kalypso had gone back to the house to change out of the coveralls and into some decent clothes. She smiled as she returned. She owed Alex and Meghan a thank you for the gifts. Although they didn’t need too. She had yet to figure out what she was going to do with a furby. She shook her head as she had brought her kindle fire with her. She was still figuring the ins and outs of that technology. She moved to a booth as she sat down. Still using her own two feet to around. Boots on her feet followed by a pair of jeans and a nice short sleeve simple top with a pull over. She was trying to be careful about not dropping the kindle. Since she didn’t have a case to protect it yet.
Alex Vipond:Alex had just headed back to his studio with Sedona. He had to fill her in on Nicolette, the tour, and his unforgivable sin. Not necessarily in that order. How it was laid out he would leave up to Sedona. And it didn't matter to him how long ago those events took place, the wound of it was plucked raw with the knowledge of the niece he'd not known he'd had.
Sedona Raines:She waited for him to open the door and when he stepped inside, she followed. The din of the crowd and concert faded into nothingness and she nudged him in passing. "Hey stranger." She was curious about what was up, but she also had her own secrets to share. -d-
Alex Vipond:"Hey." He propped one of those clown feet up onto the leg of the table. "So... may as well start with the worst and work my way up. I told you my sister is here, the night at the lake.... Well, the reason, one of them, that I was so surprised by this is that I was certain she was dead. I thought I had killed her. We, vampires, newly turned, have a hard time... disengaging. It's .... there are no words to describe the sensation of feeding. Imagine the best high ever, and then magnify it by about a thousand times and you'll be close." He nodded as he regarded her to see if she understood the full weight of what he'd said thus far.
Sedona Raines:Sedona sank down into one of the empty chairs, one leg folded beneath her and the other planted on the floor as she leaned into one of the arms. "I remember," she nodded, resting her head in a hand that went MIA within that long mane. As for what he was describing, she didn't know how it felt a hundred percent, but that didn't mean she doubted him. "Jake told me you guys had an uninvited guest at your wedding..." she paused, "Guess it was her?" -d-
Alex Vipond:"Alea, my maker and I had been having issues. I had started balking at the ... sport, if you will.... She thought I was too human." He, reached over and picked up a stuffed toy sheep, that had a number 7 on its side and started spinning it, almost like a football, making its floppy legs fly outward. "Alea and I were having issues and I was home sick and she made the suggestion that I should go home for a visit. Which I did. I found my sister in the courtyard, she came running to me. It didn't sink in that she'd not changed a bit. Not then, not until the other night.... when she told me it was not her in the courtyard that night, but her daughter, my niece... . whom I killed in a fit of blood lust."
Kalypso:It would seem that Alex was busy performing tonight. She would have to speak with him at another time. When the house is not so full. She collected her Kindle fire and headed home. She could always thank him later for the amazing gifts.::
Sedona Raines:Sedona watched the flailing sheep, smirking faintly, but he still had her full attention, especially when she started putting two and two together. "So she bid her time, waiting until she knew you were happy and now she's looking for a little revenge?" She spoke softly, waiting to see if she was right. -d-
Alex Vipond:"I think the fact that I am happy is mere coincidence. I think Alea has likely been looking for me for centuries and has just not been able to find me before now. After I had gone home, I went back to Alea, so full of guilt and remorse that I was ... literally ready to end it. Walk out into the light of day and let nature take its course. But, instead I ... got pissed. She put me in that position, knowing I was not strong enough to resist and I am certain it was to kill the last bit of my humanity. We started fighting incessantly after that, until she finally caved and released me from my sire bond. And I left and never looked back. I didn't think to go home again; everything I held dear, as far as I knew was gone. Alea however knew better. She did go to my home and she found my sister, and she ... turned her, and turned her against me, in the process."
Sedona Raines:While she felt for her friend, she also knew how hard it was to lose someone -- forgiveness wouldn't be an option if she ever learned he'd been killed by someone close to her, though if it all had been fixed...she wondered if there would be a chance. "Is there any way to prove Alea wrong -- in your sister's eyes, I mean? If it was all lies...if she purposely planned for you to kill your niece..." It sounded like something out of a horror movie, then again, that's what their lives were at times. -d-
Alex Vipond:"Nicolette has already ... I can't say forgiven me, for there is no forgiving what I did. I can't forgive myself, I cannot expect her to. But she still holds a loyalty to Alea, and possibly a sire bond. She came to the Studio the other night, with every intention of killing me, but in the end, she left, in tears. I don't believe she has gone back to Alea but every moment she is out there, alone, she is at risk. Alea finds her and she will kill her."
Sedona Raines:"What can I do for you," she asked quietly, offering him a soft smile. He knew she'd do anything she could, or so she hoped he did. He just needed to tell her what it was, because this time around, she wasn't sure and she didn't want to assume. -d-
Alex Vipond:"Keep your ears open. If you hear of anything ... off in the slightest. Pets gone missing, winos found a pint or two low, teen aged boys bragging about a hot chick that gave thm a wicked bitching hickey...."
Sedona Raines:"Consider it done," she nodded, shifting in her seat -- enough so that she could remove the leg from beneath her and stretch both of them out, crossing them at the ankles as she sank lower, resting her head on the back of the chair. Staring at him a moment, she pressed her lips together, considering saying something and then finally spit it out. "I'm sorry I missed your wedding and the shows. And I'm sorry for all the shit going on." It wasn't like her presence would've changed anything for them, at least not where his sire and sister were concerned, but still. -d-
Alex Vipond:"You would have been there if you could." He nodded. "How have you been, everything status quo, on the friend and work side there now that the other is ....." And he tossed the sheep back onto the desk, plucking up a koosh instead and tossing it to her.
Sedona Raines:She snatched it from out of the air with a single hand -- she could've made quite the catcher on some team should she have been interested in such. Instead, she was content just to toss it up in the air a few times before bouncing it back in his direction, shrugging, "It is what it is." She knew about Shaylen, and Jake knew something Alex didn't -- not yet, at least. But that was about to change. "We came to an...understanding. I wouldn't stalk his new girl the way I did the last." She looked right at him then, thinking about digging out the cigarettes in her jacket just then, giving her something to do, but it never happened. Instead she sat up and leaned forward on her thighs, suddenly looking either restless or uncomfortable. -d-
Alex Vipond:Snatching it out of the air, he tossed it up and caught it, giving it a squeeze just to feel the rubbery fringe through his fingers before tossing it back to her. "That's always a good thing." He regarded her a long moment. "Let me guess: Dead model that fell victim to an animal attack." He shrugged. "It happens. Especially when emotions run high. You deal, you move on. Self flagellation will kill you if you let it. So don't let it. Put that shit in a box in the closet and close the door."
Sedona Raines:"Would be easier if I didn't feel like it was gonna come and bite me in the ass one day," she grunted, a bit of a growl to it as she once again shoved herself back into the seat. Was she surprised by his response? A little, but given what he was going through, he knew what he was talking about when it came to guilt. Another bout of silence stretched between them, broken when she cant her head and asked, "He tell you?" Jake, she meant. -d-
Alex Vipond:"News. Vicious Animal Attack, Update at Ten...." He held his hand out as if displaying a headline. "I think they've tagged it to the pack that's been killing cattle." He shrugged. "Shit happens, right?"
Sedona Raines:She nodded, offering a faint smile. "Yeah, it does." Often leaves you feeling like shit, too. "So...what've you got planned? You can't just sit around waiting for them to show up. " -d-
Alex Vipond:"No. I mean I want Nicolette to stay here, be a part of my life. Not sure that will happen. Outside of that... Tour next month, followed by album release." He turned in his chair and slipped the disc in that he'd saved the master to and hit play. "Hoping the tour leaves them wanting the album. "Maybe if we can get enough through production we can sell them at the shows."
Sedona Raines:"Alex, wherever there are girls, they'll be coming out in droves to see you and buy whatever you put out." Had he looked at himself in the mirror or listened to his music? The man was like the Pied Piper. "You'll be plastered on walls and ceilings," she laughed, thinking of all the girls that would be going to bed and waking up to him. "I wouldn't worry too much about it." At the mention of a tour, her eyes lit up, obviously looking forward to hitting the road as well. "I hear ya, though. I can't wait for this fucking month to be over so I can get back on the bus." Suddenly, she thought of TC and his being a groupie. It made her smirk. -d-
Alex Vipond:"The bus is good, until you're on it for days on end. Fortunately this tour we will be using the Gulfstream." He nodded. It was one of the perks of being the driving force behind a corporation that had a private jet, which... he'd authorized the purchase of. There was method to his madness. "I need to ask Jake if we should go ahead and push as many CDs out as we can pre tour."
Sedona Raines:"Mmm..." she tipped her head from side to side, weighing his words. "I guess. It's just been too long, y'know?" Granted, a week later she might be texting him to come get her with that fancy plane of his, but for now, she was looking forward to being out there again. There was something to be said for going to sleep in one place and waking up in another. "Your guess is as good as mine. He's the magic man when it comes to all that, so, yeah...definitely talk to him." Though she and Jake were on good terms and she respected the fact that he was with someone else -- still felt weird, more so now that this was the first time she'd talked to Alex since they split up. -d-
Alex Vipond:"He's got us a solid schedule, and there are only three back to backs, and they're close. Everything else is spaced a day or two apart. Solid locations."
Sedona Raines:"Same here," she nodded. "He did good." Another flicker of a smile, gaze quickly dropping because she knew full well she'd fucked that relationship up royally. "Anyway..." Sitting up, she stretched, cracking a few vertebrae in the process. "I figure if Ryan isn't in full blown rant mode about it, all's well." With that, she stood, walking his way, in the direction of the door. "As much as I hate to, I should probably head home, but..." she stopped beside him, placing a hand on his shoulder and giving it a squeeze. "It's been good catching up." -d- Alex Vipond:Giving her hand a squeeze, he nodded. "Wish it could have all been sunshine... some kind of shine and lollipops, but life just ain't like that." He smiled to her.
Sedona Raines:"Cherry Blow-pops," she grinned, with a wink, a hand on the handle. "The things I used to do with those when I was a teen made grown men squirm." She'd since graduated to the real thing, of course, but it was nice reminiscing, especially with her birthday a week away. "'Night, Alex," she laughed, turning the knob and tugging the door to her so she could slip out into the hall. "Will maybe see you tomorrow. Tell Meghan I said hey and..." she looked back at him, on her way toward the rear exit. "Be safe." -d-
Alex Vipond:Laughing, he nodded. "Night, Sedona, I will and you too. Watch your back, Alea's a bitch."
Sedona Raines:"So'm I!" she called out to him, smirking. Literally and figuratively. -d-
Alex Vipond:Smirking, he rose, and picked up the track list he's written out, then fired off an email to Jake. What do you think of titling the album Unstoppable, for the first track?
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Post by Alex Vipond on Feb 3, 2013 12:22:59 GMT -8
NightotheAngel: Kalypso had been meaning to drop by to thank Alex and Meghan for the gifts but yet her luck has not been well. She had the Kindle fire as she was looking over things. She had down loaded a few books by the authors Air Freshener and Alex had told her about. Her long dark hair fell down her back followed by a simple black tank top with a light pair of jeans that hugged her hips and dark pair of tennis shoes on her feet. She smiled as she moved to the bar soft smile.::"Is Alex in yet? Or has he left for the tour already?":: She was still getting used to this touch screen stuff. Okay she definitely needed to find some type of protectant for this thing.::
Alex Vipond: Alex had gone home after going to church, curled up with Meghan and slept. The house was empty without Gus and it was tearing at him, not knowing the fate of his furry friend. He came in through the kitchen, having come up from the basement. He stepped through into the main room, and saw Kalypso, a smile given her. "Hey, how are you today?"
NightotheAngel: "Okay, You? Still figuring this Kindle thing out. Oh still hadn't chosen a color yet for the lap top. I keep going back and forth. But, I should know by the end of today. Whats with the Furby? It doesn't talk. I mean it talks but no language I can tell":: Smiles as she looks to him with a smile.::"Thanks for everything. Both you and Meghan.":: Somewhere in all her ranting she knew she had to say at least that. She didn't want to seem rude.::
Alex Vipond: "Give it time. It will start repeating what it hears." Or at least they used to. Did they disable that feature? He hoped not, otherwise it was kind of pointless. "You're welcome. Just teenager stuff. You know? You'll have to get a twitter account so you can tweet random things when ever the mood strikes."
NightotheAngel: "No, I don't know. I'm still kind of new to this whole being a teenager thing. A what account? Why would I want to do that?":: Raises a brow. The twitter account did not sound as necessary as some of the other things she had. Well except for the Furby. ::"I think there is a book that comes with it. So you can learn to teach it furbish?":: If she remembered correctly.::
Alex Vipond: "It'll learn, unless things have changed drastically since the 90's. Which is why they were banned from government offices that dealt with sensitive material. Some dude took one he'd bought for his kid into a meeting and the thing started repeating what was being said. Hell of a way to find a breach in security. Oops, sorry about those launch codes, my kid's Furby told...."
NightotheAngel: She smiles and laughs.::"Yeah that would be one hell of a way to find things out. I wonder if anyone has ever had their Furby speak both its own language and English? That would be something interesting to try.":: Smiles as she looks to him. Thinking a bit.::"I have a few weird questions. What is your animal to call?"::
Alex Vipond: "Birds." he nodded. "Just don't ask how the band got the name... Flock of Seagulls..."
NightotheAngel: "What are you able to do with this power?":: Raising a brow as she looked to him. Her tone continued to be respectful.::"Its just I guess one of those things that tended to put me on that fuck off kind of thing with you. Nervous something would happen with Mars or someone else."::
Alex Vipond: "I don't have the power to call wolves. If I want to call a wolf...." he waggled his phone at her. "But I can call birds to me."
NightotheAngel: "What happens when someone can call a wolf? I mean would the wolf necessarily become their puppet? Do their bidding?":: Raising a brow as she was only trying to understand a bit more about vampires and their abilities.::
Alex Vipond: "Depends on the vampire, their intent and skill. Mars was fucked over, hard, by a vampire. That's his story to tell, but suffice it to say it was an abuse of power that I personally find reprehensible."
NightotheAngel: "I know a vampire like you is rare to come by. But, it does not mean that there are not others that are just as open minded? Is it possible that a vampire has wolf to call as their power and not fuck over a wolf or does it always end badly?":: She sighs as she had set down her Kindle long ago as they spoke. ::
Alex Vipond: "That, I don't know. I think it depends on the individual...." He regarded her a long moment. "Is someone fucking with you?" Yes, he was forgetting his language.
NightotheAngel: "I was exploring other parts of town. I cam across a casino. New place probably will be done soon. Met the owner and his animal to call is wolves. He is quite taken with me because of my beauty. But, his power is so overwhelming. The only place I ever felt such power was with Mars and Leland. He has been a complete gentleman. He has been honest with me as far as I can tell. ":: Softly sighs.::
Alex Vipond: "You have to be careful, Kalypso, he could roll you and you wouldn't even know it...." He let out a breath, then pulled his phone and texted Javier: Need talisman for 15yo wolf, for protection against vamps. Hit me back when you can.
NightotheAngel: "Alex, He has been a gentlemen. He has not done anything to hurt me. If I tell him no he doesn't push. He respects boundaries. It was different though because mostly everyone around here sees me as a kid. But, he didn't just see me as some kid. It was definitely different being complimented and things.":: Softly smiles and blushes.::
Alex Vipond: "That you know of. Kalypso, the ability of a vampire to manipulate the mind is such that the one being manipulated will never know it if the vampire does not want it known."
NightotheAngel: "It didn't seem as though he was manipulating me. I mean if I asked him a question he was honest with me. I don't know how to explain it except I could feel the sincerity within him. I could feel everything.":: Swallows a bit as she was starting to get nervous. She knew Alex was concerned for her safety.:: Alex Vipond: "Just to be safe, I am going to have Javier make you a talisman that I want you to wear always. Understood?" Damn right he was concerned. HE didn't trust his kind. Why the hell should anyone else?
NightotheAngel: "Yes. "::Nods knew it was a moot point by now to even try to argue with him. Shaking her head a bit. Feeling as though she really stepped in it this time. She knew it wouldnt be long before Alex told Mars too.::
Alex Vipond: "And it's not just for him. It will protect you from all vampires. Keep them out of your head. Prevent them from manipulating you. Okay?" He regarded her a long moment, not wanting to come off as the ass busting on her for having a bit of a crush on a vampire. It was part and parcel with the breed, so to speak. Which was why Alex kept the fact that he was a vampire hidden as much as possible.
NightotheAngel: "Fine. I know your just looking out for this little wolf.":: Softly sighs as she knew he had good intentions at heart. She eventually looked back at the Kindle. As she started to read a book. She needed a change of pace so to speak, all the while the vampire she had met still on the back of her mind. As she went over the conversations they had in her head.::
Alex Vipond: Watching her a moment longer, he nodded. "Well, I'll make sure you get the necklace." He rose and started back for his recording studio. Even though the work on the album was done, he still had some memories to work through. Fifty four years to the day, he, and the world, lost not one, but three of musics greats. It was time to reflect.
NightotheAngel: "Thank you Alex.":: She spoke up as she heard him leave. Not meaning to be rude it was just she was new to all this. She was still trying to figure out who was friend and who was foe. If Alex taught her anything it was that not all vampires had bad intentions. She was only trying not to give off the fuck you vibe every time she ran into someone.::
Alex Vipond: Which was good. But Alex was of the 'trust, but verify' school of thought. He paused, a "Welcome," and a smile given and then he was down the hall and in his studio, popping in a mix of Buddy, Ritchie and JP. Leaning back in his chair, he plucked up the koosh ball and started tossing it up and catching it, a slow turn in the chair given as he stared blindly upward.
NightotheAngel: Kalypso was still messing with her Kindle as she read. It seemed as though everything was at her finger tips. Softly sighs as she felt as if she did something wrong.::
Alex Vipond: It wasn't Kalypso. It was simple grief. Fifty four years had passed, between that day and this and it was still as fresh in his mind as if it were yesterday. The blinding snow, not knowing which way was up.... Kind of a critical thing to know when in an airplane. The sudden impact. Blinding pain, knowing your friends are dead. Crawling away from the scene, knowing there was nothing you could do for the others and that you had to get hidden before daylight. Fortunately the continuing snow fall had covered his tracks, otherwise he would have been found. The lone survivor who wasn't. History had a way of forgetting certain things where his kind was concerned.
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