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Post by Alex Vipond on May 10, 2013 16:42:42 GMT -8
Scene takes place on Wednesday, May 15th. Alex Vipond: One would think, that after being inundated by a hectic concert schedule that a Alex would have taken at least the rest of the week off before heading for the recently purchased and under construction studio/record office. The two shops sitting side were in dire need of a face lift, and there were walls coming down, others going up, the configuration of the space being changed. Only load bearing walls were spared in the take down. When Alex pulled up at the curb he killed the engine and sat, looking at the place for a long while, then the few doors up to Lola's record store, before he slid out of the car. Looking back at the studio/office, he crossed the sidewalk as he fished the keys from his jacket pocket. Even the rain was welcome as it pattered onto leather before sliding downward. He sidestepped a puddle on the walk on his way to the door. No point in soaking the leather of those rather expensive Italian made boots he'd bought in Florence. Despite the overcast, rainy conditions, he still wore his shades and as he shuffled through the keys to find the right one to unlock the door, he glanced at his reflection. He looked more like a street punk, than the owner of the place, in his ripped out jeans and faded Gin Blossoms t-shirt. Rolling his gum around to the other side of his mouth, he pushed the door inward and followed it, stepping across the threshold to take in what changes had been made. It looked like a bomb had gone off. DezzyGotDizzy: Out. Dezzy was out of light and out of sun and out of energy... but it was at a dull roar in her ears.. not a screaming menace.. so she took some time to walk over to Lola's place. Every since Billy got himself a girlfriend she had been worried about Lola being alone so much.. and well even though she had been traveling in and out on the tour and out to her top secret missions.. She was keeping tabs on the reaper.. making sure she was good to go. Anyway... just like always Dez was takin care of people. Pizza, Beer, and pretzels were in hand along with a DVD of 16 candles. Girl time... she Haz it. So.. it goes without saying that she almost passed the boss man on her way.. but seeing the leather and denim at first she thought it was some hotty to flirt with.. but alas.. it was Alex.. and she respected Megs too much to go there. " Whoa.. now.. look what the bats dragged in.. Hiya Boss. " She stopped walking and leaned against the building. " I was wondering who the savior of this building was.. " –d Alex Vipond: Looking back at Dez, he chuckled. "I needed a full studio, and offices, and these shops were available. Seemed the perfect fit. Lola should get a commission on the sale, since she's the one that showed them to me." He motioned her inward. "Come on in, see what's been... destroyed, so far." he smirked and moved to find the light switch. With the front windows covered in butcher paper, light was scarcer than usual. DezzyGotDizzy: "The studio behind Javiers isnt good enough for you? " she smirked and leaned in and knocked him with a cheek smootch as she passed him by and looked inside. " Hot damn... ist a hot mess in here.. tell me you have a bigger better plan then giant room with records on the wall..? " She winked at him and walked around the wide open space peeking into and under random sheets covering this and thats. " I think with the proper contractor this place will be amazing my friend.. if you need design advice.. Im your lady! " She beamed and did some jumping jacks. " If all else fails.. we can use it as a gym.. " Laughs and keeps eandering around getting a feel for the place. –d Alex Vipond: "The space rented from Javier really isn't big enough. Not with us producing more than our own stuff. And we've got another album to put out. The place at Javier's served its purpose but ... I think it's time has come and gone. Soon as we get this place whipped into shape, we'll move all the equipment over." As he spoke he moved deeper, turning lights on, his shades pulled off and the bow tucked into the neck of his t-shirt. "I think it will work out really well. We've got enough room to configure the studio just the way we want it, with the various sound booths and the control room is going to be state of the art." he nodded and looked back at her. "And the label needs its own offices so.... two shops, two purposes, and they're right next to each other." DezzyGotDizzy: " YOu are a pretty Fart Smeller there Alex... I have to say.. " She smiled and glanced back at him. " Can I have a top secret studio apartment with am emperor bath in the back?? Pretty please? " She bounced up and down and made googily eyes at him looking all sad panda." Pretty Please with a pint of O+ on top!? " Beams and tugs on his shirt sleave like an anoying five year old. " Sometimes a girls gotta have a top secret hide out away from all the baddies yanno? " Grinning she slipped back and walked towards an inset in the back corner. " Like here.. this would be the perfect place.. "Snickers. –d Alex Vipond: "A neg, and there is space upstairs that we could convert into an apartment." Alex chuckled, and then moved deeper, toeing aside some felled sheetrock to clear the path for Dez. "I've got an architect working on the designs, which... are probably done by now. I'll have to touch base now that we're home." Home. Sounded good. He'd come to a realization while in France. It wasn't home anymore. Hadn't been for a long time but he'd just not realized it. Somewhere along the line he'd become an American, through and through. God knew he still had California in him. Might never lose that. Fer shure. DezzyGotDizzy: Totally dude.. gag me with a pitch fork. Anyway Dez was all Mick. From the accent to the cute nearly inperceptible freckles on her nose. So girl next door.. til you get through the persona that is. Anyway.. she squealed and bounced around. " Yes! I always wanted a top secret lair.. thanks Alex! " She laughed and laughed and laughed some more. Manical eeeeeevil laughter.. No not really she just laughed and ran her fingers through herhair and looked around one more time. " I like it.. it defo has potential.... What're you gunna call it hmm? " Alex Vipond: "The studio. The label is AMV Records. Guess that makes the studio AMV Studios." Alex shrugged; then rested a hip on a saw horse. Once it's done, it will be something." He looked around, seeing it as he imagined it would once completed. "Yeah, I think it's going to be something pretty fucking awesome." he looked back at Dez and grinned. DezzyGotDizzy: High Fives him and grins. " I been thinkin' bout life, and new beginnings.. so this fits right in.. You usually have some pretty awesome ideas man.. it should be pretty damned sweet. Oh hey! We can get a spray tan and tanning booth in the basement.. then we wouldnt have to leave ever! " Snickers and scratches at her cheek in thought. " Im proud of you kid.. you really are making a good go of this.. by the way... I have a question.. ? after I passed out when that angel dude stuck his hand through your chest... what happened.. and what did you find out? " Alex Vipond: Laughing, he returned the high five, and nodded as she spoke. The idea of a tanning booth cracked him up. When she said she had a question, he nodded and said, "Ask away." He nodded once more when she posed her question. "Oh, yeah, that. Well..." He let out a breath. "Apparently the circumstances aligned just so that when I was turned, I remained intact. Castiel said that probably due to the fact that I didn't ... expire, and the fact that I resisted Alea's attempts at turning me into a real son of a bitch... Apparently it saved me.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Alex Vipond: Dezzy had left, and Alex was taking a sledge hammer to a wall marked with a big red spray painted X on it. It was oddly relaxing as the head of the hammer took out drywall and framing. The electricity was not on, which was a good thing as there were electrical lines running through some of the walls coming down. Caution was also needed where water lines were run, but Alex hadn't gotten to those yet. His head was covered with a bandana and he had on a pair of safety glasses, that looked more like the type you'd wear at a gun range than anything, but they kept dust and debris from falling into his eyes as he the head of the hammer tore another hole in the wall he was working on. He paused, eyeing the progress, then swiped his arm across his forehead. A fine haze of dust had risen and he stepped back, despite the surgical mask he wore. His jeans and t-shirt were bore the dust of drywall, and his work boots looked like he'd been trudging through it. Taboo Engel: Sensitive ears recieved the ringing of blows given from somewhere inside, but that didn't deter Nichole as she meandered her over bubbly person into AMV. No she had never been there, didn't even really know the owner or why she thought it pertinent to be here, but that was the beauty of spontaneous beings and she liked music. It was enough of a validation for her to park and then enter the structure that looked a little more torn apart than put together. Crystaline blues drifted around in scant movements to take it all in, that satchel strapped at her side gripped tightly. "Hello..." Said with a bit of a push from vocals to be heard above the din of shattered plaster and god knows what else. Blonde curls bounced erratically with each step, but atleast she wasn't shy about it or the fact that she was off to meet those that dwelled within. Moving out of the way so some workers could pass with sheetrock stilts a small smile touched lips. This could get interesting fast. – Alex Vipond: Alex turned, one eyebrow cocking upward, before he nodded. "Hello." He set the sledgehammer down, then moved to an ice chest, the surgical mask dropped down around his neck as he pulled a bottle of water from the icy slush within. Cracking the cap, he sat down on the ice chest. "Can I help you?" The bottle was cracked open and a drink taken as he regarded her. Taboo Engel: That nose wrinkled slightly, but a smile was given none the less. It was wiped away however as the goon squad finally zoned in on her, huffing and puffing as they settled on either side of her flanking in a way that made her feel very uncomfortable. Glaring up at them she growled out a little. " Oh can't you two goons get lost, I doubt this man has any reason to harm me. " They didn't speak, they never did as they faded into the background, back to the man taking a break. " I would really like to talk to the owner, perhaps see if he could set me up with a little bit of time to record something for a friend. " A small shrug given, no reason to not be honest. -e- Alex Vipond: "Your best bet would be to go to Studio Seven. They rent space out, both hourly and long term." Studio A was yet to be born, the shop, the two shops rather, were still being gutted, there wasn't even any signage up yet to indicate what would be coming, once it was done. Alex regarded the woman curiously. Taboo Engel: " I don't think I have run across that studio before. " Those brows knitted slightly, bottom lip being gnawed on like she really had to rack her brain of all the places she had been dragged to. Her hand fluttered up to brush across her neck a moment in the feat. " Do you know the owner there, perhaps a way I can get ahold of them.. Oh hell manners. I'm Nichole Royall. " A deep blush stole across the cheeks flushing the smatter of freckles found there. -e- Alex Vipond: "It's on Horton and First." Alex took another drink of his water as he sat there, regarding her. "The owner is Javier, but any of the help there can help you out with space rental." When she stepped forward to introduce herself, he rose, setting his water aside and pulling the work glove off his right hand to take hers. "Alex Vipond." Taboo Engel: A frown stole those lips once more, but the name was barely an inkling. Shaking off the defference of her own mind she'd replace her frown quickly. " A pleasure meeting you. While I'm here though and not there do you need some help with your little project?" Yes she was bored. A quick shake and her hand was her own again, inside her that little beast dared rear her head only to be dampened, sadly not before the evergreen scent filled the area around her. -e- Alex Vipond: "Not necessary, but thanks for the offer." Yes, he knew what she was, the heat of her hand was enough to tell him she wasn't human. "So...." he nodded as he regarded her. "What is it you're looking to do for your friend?" He was fast running out of things to say. For someone whose life included standing before thousands of people and opening up, he was the type to hang back until he got to know someone. Meghan was an exception. He stalked her. With sidewalk chalk. Taboo Engel: Thankfully she couldn't read minds and the fact that he stalked even one person would have been disturbing. " Oh well it's for a friend that isn't quite here yet, and some simple lullabys that I have always known and need to be recorded for a time that perhaps I won't be around to sing them in person. " The smile never faultered, and no Nichole didn't think it proper to lie. Canting her head she let a soft little hmm stream out. Slow on the uptake perhaps, but a quick flair of nostrils had his scent captured for later. " And really I wouldn't mind helping, but if you are sure.. I work at a club, but it's closed tonight thanks be. " Another smile, those blues drifting around. She had no problem speaking to everyone and anyone, but to do so? She really had to be a bit vague. -e- KrystalFlake: Krystal had been on the phone most of the morning getting in touch with people that had the supplies that she was looking for and she put together an itemized sheet of what she was going to need. She parked the Jeep on the curb and hopped out. She was wearing a pair of work boots that you could see the socks just above the top of them, a pair of jean shorts that were apparently regular jeans in another life by the fact that they were frayed at the ends, and a light blue V neck tee shirt. Her hair was up and braided so it swung like a pendulum as she was walking. The sunglasses were pushed up on the top of her head as she walked through the door and let her eyes adjust to the light and glance around looking for the owner of the joint. [d] Alex Vipond: "Ah, well, anyone at Studio Seven should be able to hook you up with that." He nodded. And his scent, well.... Yeah that just might put her in mind of things a lot more carnal than busting out drywall. He was French. Blame the courtesans of his day, but the man smelled of sex. "Oh yeah? What club is that?" He looked over at Krystal as she pulled up and and wandered in, a smile given her. "And there's my favorite security specialist." Taboo Engel: The familiar tinge of someone she knew drifted to her and a smile of true happiness danced across tiers bringing those dimples into full view. Turning her head she watched as Krystal came sweeping through the area, hand lifted and wiggle of those digits given before she was putting attentions back to Alex. " That's good to know, and I work over at Trinity. " Small shrug given. Those goons started to move back towards her, but one look had them going statue status again. " Hey Krystal. " Chimed. -e- KrystalFlake: A smile formed on her lips as she spied Alex and he greeted her. "You know that's going to start going to my head. I'm only your favorite because you haven't seen the bill yet." She winked at him and turned those bright blue eyes on the one speaking her name next. Her smile remained as she nodded. "Hey there Nic. How're you?" Whether Krystal picked up on anything different or not was not apparent as she wasn't one to pry into people's personal lives. She handed over a folder to Alex as she made her way toward him. "Here's the start of the list, going to need to have you write out a check for these items so that I can order them and get it in to start setting up before guys with new drywall get too gung ho." [d] Alex Vipond: "Aw, fuck...." it was out before he could stop it. It was clear, Alea was not one of his most favorite people, just from the expression. He quickly stifled it, however and when Krystal offered out the folder, he took it and looked it over. "I'll cut the check. When do you need it?" He looked back at Krystal as he asked. Taboo Engel: Blinking a few times at the outburst she chalked that up for looking into it another day. " Stub your toe?" Hey it was an easy out even though he had definately not stubbed it. To Krystal she waited for them to transfer documents before answering her. " I am well. Happy, being followed by suits with guns and busy.. You?" Tongue in cheek. -e- KrystalFlake: Krystal didn't comment on the suits with guns, not with all the people she'd known in her life. Especially with the people she'd known in her life actually. "I'm good. Just getting some work done with Alex." She walked over to the hole he put in the wall and glanced through it at the workers on the other side and then turned to look at him again. "You are mighty handy with a sledge hammer. By the end of the week is good. That's just the first portion. Figured it was enough to get me started on getting money out of you." Smiling at him and walking to park her ass against half of a wall that was still upright. [d] Alex Vipond: "Something like that." More like he'd tripped on his dick back when he was young and stupid. His relationship with Alea had not ended well. At Krystal's quip, he smirked. "Women... Next you'll be wanting the keys to my car." he chuckled. He liked cars, collected them. Had them scattered along with the houses he had in various places. Made things a lot easier. Taboo Engel: "Well you two seem like you need to get busy. I think I will go seek out this Javier and see what I can get done. It was good seeing you again Krystal. You should come out to the manor, Sebastian is gone out of town on business at the moment and I'm pretty much alone out there. " Small shrug before a geniune smile was offered to Alex. " It was a pleasure meeting you. If you are ever in the vicinity and your stumped toe isn't an issue you should come by, drinks will be on me. " Another nod to them both before she turned, motioning for heckle and jeckle twins of goondom to go ahead of her towards the door. -e- Alex Vipond: "Sebastian?" Brow quirked at that. "Saint Arsene?" Couldn't be, could it? Alex's gaze slid to the goon squad and well that was answer enough. Taboo Engel: She blinked and turned her head smiling. " Yes... We are.. well yes. " A soft blush given, another shrug. " Is that a problem?" KrystalFlake: "Well, I do have an opening for a sugar daddy if you are ever interested." Laughing she glanced around the place. It was starting to have some real bones to it so that was a good thing. Would help her adjust as she needed. She could see where the IT guys had started running cable. She'd also thrown in on her list a good safe should he really want it. "Sure thing. I'll try and make my way out there some time if the slave driver here will let me go." She was only kidding because well honestly so far Alex was pretty reasonable as far as employers went. And there was an exchange she was missing here in meaning, but she was storing the information for later. [d] Alex Vipond: "No. Just... surprised that we know so many people in common." He nodded. "It was a pleasure meeting you." Taboo Engel: "Sometimes knowing Sebastian is far from a pleasure, but I will take the kindness at that. " She laughed fully and shook her head nodding at Krystals words. " Doors are always open Krystal. You too Alex, bring some friends. " With that she was gone as she had appeared, on cloud nine. -e- KrystalFlake: "Seattle seems to be a rather small pond sometimes." She glanced between Alex and the door that Nicole had just walked out of. You know it was often that way in the preturnatural community. They stuck together and worked together more than humans did. Mostly out of necessity she supposed. Krystal was just more accustomed to working for people who weren't always above board on things. That probably wasn't any better. [d] Alex Vipond: Chuckling, Alex looked back at Krystal. "She apparently works for my ex, and lives with an acquaintance." He smirked. "Small world. Probably a recent thing or I am sure I would have come across her sooner." KrystalFlake: "It's possible I'm sure. Well, at least I don't have to worry about any exes or anything like that showing up." She had a girlfriend, but Arianna seemed to give her a lot of space. That was a good thing as Krystal wasn't big on solid commitment or monogamy. In fact she was pretty allergic to serious love interests and possessive people. [d] Alex Vipond: She would have probably freaked if she'd had someone do what Alex did to Meghan. First night they'd met, he'd followed her home, just to know where she lived, then went to Walgreens, bought some sidewalk chalk, and wrote his number in big bold colors, with Call Me, Alex after it. Course Asher had wiped most of it out, doing a burn out on his bike, because he was being possessive, but it didn't stop Alex from pursuing her. "You're lucky. My exes are somewhat... psychotic." KrystalFlake: "Oh I'm not saying mine aren't a few sandwiches short of a picnic. I'm just saying the likelihood of them ending up in Seattle means I should start believing in the Bible and the apocalypse coming." Oh she believed in the Devil and angels and a lot of other things, but to her the Bible was a bunch of stories made up by men to freak the general population out into behaving. Not that it worked all that great now in this day and age, but it had its day once upon a time. [d] Alex Vipond: "That's what I thought when Alea showed up. And I found out that she owned the club I frequented." Which was likely how she'd found him. Then again his name had shown up in the paper a few times. Between the entertainment and gossip sections, he was a favorite. People liked it when local talent made it big, and rumors abounded about he and Meghan for all of a few weeks until the wedding rings proved the rumors true. Then it was on to the next bit of gossip, but those few articles had been enough, apparently to draw attention. KrystalFlake: "My son and his father showing up might be more of a possibility than anyone I've ever dated." And she sure in the hell hadn't dated the father of her son. Standing up she turned around and walked over to the table that had the plans for the space opened up out on them so that she could take a look what was going to be different about the space. [d] Alex Vipond: Alex picked his water bottle up again, and then moved to study the plans as well. "The walls in the sound rooms are going to be a foot thick, along with dampeners to keep the sound that's in, in and the background noise from outside.... out." He pointed to various places along the blue prints. "Voice and data through here, the plumbers are also going to be running pex through because we're putting a kitchen in on the office side of things." KrystalFlake: "If you are going to be fully staffed and here at random hours of the day and night a kitchen is a good idea. Have you thought about what I said about having someone monitoring the live feed?" She glanced at the plans where the kitchen was going and the studio that he had pointed out. Yeah they definitely needed to run a lot of this cable prior to that happening. Especially since that was one of the places where you'd have the bulk of your high priced items. "You have a place to sleep here as well?" Well, sleep, die whatever you wanted to call it. She hadn't quite figured out how he was walking around in the day yet, but just because of that didn't mean he had to go without resting. Everyone needed to rest. [d] Alex Vipond: "Upstairs. Over the studio I'm going to use that for storage, but over the offices, that will be converted into an apartment for Dezzy." He nodded. As for his sleep patterns, like most people he was fine so long as he got a good eight hours in. As for the daylight, well wasn't much of an issue in Seattle, but he had an insurance broker with some killer witch skills. And now he had a dragon ring that was like the ultimate sunblock, which helped a good deal on this tour. It would have raised questions if he could only do radio spots at night. KrystalFlake: "Need to have sensors on the second story windows. Wouldn't hurt to have motion sensors in the areas that you are using for storage and shoulding be accessed frequently." She looked at where the studio's booth was going be and then where the IT guys had planned on putting their stuff. "Here in the studio is where you should put that safe for the storage of your digital work that you don't take with you at the end of the night. I mean it's optional, but I recommend having it." [d] Alex Vipond: "I want two. One for the studio, one for the office, and I want top of the line, the ones that safe crackers are leery of." Being in the business she was in, dealing with the sorts of people she dealt with, she would know the type. "Nothing so extreme, however that they would see it as a challenge..." No sense in dangling a carrot. KrystalFlake: "I put something on that list already. It's good quality, but it's nothing that says I have Fort Knox and you should be trying to steal it." Looking at the space of the office as well as the studio she could see where they would fit in nicely. "You could put panels over them as well, but I would suggest that the people we have install them do it on a day when you don't have your day labor here. Give them a weekend off or something where you want to be one with the space and put in some of your ownn work. You are after all slinging a sledge hammer around. It would be completely strange for them to come back to a few new walls." [d] Alex Vipond: "I'm not worried so much about them, but really, anyone could look at the plans from the city and know where what is." he grinned. "Besides, tearing down walls is one thing, putting them up... not so much my thing." KrystalFlake: "Alright then. Just let's not tell anyone where the cookie jars are on purpose." She smiled and pulled the sunglasses off the top of her head. "I'll be back tomorrow with some more itemized lists that you can marvel over, I like to spend money." Winking she put the sunglasses back on. "But fear not, I haven't tried to fleece you. Your kind is too smart about where you put your eggs." Certainly not in one basket. It made it very hard to reinvent yourself every couple of decades if you did. [d] Alex Vipond: That it did. Alex farmed identities. His current, if anyone cared to look would find that he'd been born in Los Angeles, dropped out of high school at fifteen, and was home schooled while he worked on his music, which after several issues with record labels, he finally put out an album on his own indie label. He owned the home left to him by his parents when they were killed in a car accident when he was a teenager. Also left to him was a castle in Italy. He was a sports car nut, and loved Ferraris. The key to a successful lie was telling as much of the truth in it as you dared. His life had been meticulously mapped out. Birth, shot and school records all farmed; driver's license, voter registration, et al. "I have noticed that women do, in general, like to shop." He smirked. He was no stranger to it himself. KrystalFlake: "It's about finding out what our favorite toys are that's the key. Some like shoes, some like clothes and others jewels. As soon as you can figure out what makes a girl tick then you are golden." She laughed and pulled out her car keys. "Now I am off to find a nice cup of Joe and maybe wander an art gallery on the other side of town. You should check it out if you haven't. Coffee shop, art gallery, and artists’ studios. Apparently classes too. Maybe one day I will take up something with clay... Have myself a Ghost moment." She slid her glasses down on her nose and held her hands over her heart, kicking one foot up and dramatically swooned. Yeah she seemed like she was really serious right? "I'll catch you tomorrow if you are around." [d] Alex Vipond: Alex cracked up. "I'll have to check it out." He cracked the cap on his bottle of water and took a drink. "You know, some day when I am not so dusty." he looked down at himself and shook his head. "Well at least it's not road tar." KrystalFlake: "I'm sure regardless of your state some lovely stalker will be happy to throw herself at you." Grinning she pushed her sunglasses up and headed back out the door to the Jeep. And off she went to go find her joe or Joe... you know whichever came first!
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Post by Alex Vipond on May 12, 2013 19:05:40 GMT -8
Thursday, May 16th
Alex Vipond: Alex was dressed for work, not work with music, work with the cleanup needed after the place had been gutted. One had to tear down before one could rebuild, which saw Alex looking more like a scrawny construction worker in jeans, t-shirt and work boots. He had a bandana on his head, and work gloves on his hands. A wheelbarrow was in the middle of the room and Alex was tossing chunks of drywall into it, as a music played from a radio sitting alongside one wall.
NightotheAngel: Kalypso had been keeping herself busy at the shop. Trying to help out since Leland was busy with Abbey. And Mars was still out of town with Sasha. Or so she assumed as she needed a break from the shop for a bit. She had finished the work before leaving the office. Then when she came across Alex's place and seen him working on gutting it. She was a bit confused. What expecting a larger fan base? She knew his tour went well. For once she was in jeans and t shirt with her hair in long curls. Make up done just enough. She walked up as he seemed to be emptying the wheelbarrow.::"Hey shouldnt you be resting?"::
Alex Vipond: Pausing after tossing another chunk of drywall into the wheelbarrow, he turned, and grinned, one arm coming up to take a swipe across his brow. "Believe it or not, this is somewhat relaxing." He peeled his gloves off and then moved to turn the radio down. "How have you been?" he asked as he moved to an ice chest, pulling a couple of bottles of water out, one of which he offered to her as he closed the distance between them.
NightotheAngel: "I thought you would be relaxing with meghan for a few days now that your back. But, then again she probably was on tour with you so there was no reason to miss her. Eh... Im still alive I guess. Abbey is back Leland is taking care of her and Mars is half way across the world. What about you? ":: Taking the bottled water as she relaxed a bit and looked to him. ::"Thanks.":: Cracking open the bottled water as she takes a long swig. ::
Alex Vipond: "Yeah he proposed to Sasha in Italy." he nodded. "Meghan is at Home Depot, shopping paint." A nod was given at the word of Abby. "Yeah, I was here when they got her home. For a brief, two weeks, before heading out for Germany." Cracking open his own bottle, he took a drink, gum rolled around in his mouth before asking, "How's she doing?"
NightotheAngel: "I guess she is managing. I havent really seen her much. Just giving Leland and her space. You know. Well its about damn time for Mars and Sasha. ::Softly smirks.:: "I am trying to help out as much as I can in the shop to alleviate some of the stress. So, Leland can be there for Abbey. Abbey needs him right now. Im sure when Sasha gets back Abbey will be happy to see her."::
Alex Vipond: Alex settled his ass onto a spool of data cable that the IT contractor had sent, in preparation for laying in the network cables. One hand swept over the place in offering. "Find a place, sit a spell." He chuckled, while regarding her a long moment. "So, other than work..." he paused, eyes on hers, "how are you?"
NightotheAngel: "Im fine. What? what are you looking at me like that for? Mars and Leland are doing what they need to for the ones they love. I cant fault them for that. Im okay. Im doing what I need to help to make sure things run smoothly. What am I missing something?":: Raising a brow as she moved to find a place to sit and relax a bit.::
Alex Vipond: "I'm looking at you like that because you gave a run down on everyone else and glossed over how you are doing, telling me what you are doing, but not how you are doing. Like you're trying to avoid the subject." He lifted his bottle of water and took another drink.
NightotheAngel: "Im not avoiding anything. I told you Im fine and Im okay. What more is there to tell? Okay so her people skills still needed work at times. But, she answered the question as needed.::
Alex Vipond: "okay." Alex held his hands out in surrender. "Doing anything for fun, or you just working all the time?" Taking another drink of his water, he looked around the place. It was dusty, dirty and in dire need of a face lift, which it was soon to get. He could have had the crew in here cleaning but he liked having a hand in the process. Literally as well as figuratively.
NightotheAngel: "Right now Mars and Leland need me at the shop so when not in school thats where I am.":: Smiles as she speaks.::"Javin does not like it to much but he understands I think. I havent seen him in a spell.":: Taking another drink of her bottled water.::
Alex Vipond: "Javin?" What had he missed? A lot, apparently. "Mars and Leland have a lot on their shoulders, but that doesn't mean you need to miss out on those things you like to do too. I'm sure Steve and the boys can handle things from time to time so you can have time with Javin or just time for you."
NightotheAngel: "Javin is going to be busy this summer with football. I know but the guys need me too. They handle things fine under the hood. But, in the office. You know how the guys tempers can be.":: Softly laughs.::"I dont even know if Javin is still talking to me. I am sure he found another girl to have hanging on his arm by now. Besides its highschool. Love doesnt last forever its all hormones and crushes."::
Alex Vipond: "So young to be so wise." he smiled to her. "But I feel ya. Look how long it took me to find the one." Centuries. "And there were a number of failed relationships along the way. I had this one girlfriend who treated me like an e ride at Disneyland. She loved my car, and my black Amex. Me.... not so much."
NightotheAngel: "Yeah well Javin plans on going pro or joining the army. I think. Other than that I dont know. I know the chances are going pro are slim. And you have to have some amazing skill.":: Softly smiles as she looks to him.::"Well if not for you and Meghan hadnt given me a furbie. I wouldnt have any child like toys.":: laughs::
Alex Vipond: "Well, I think every kid should have those things, you know? Barbies and GI Joe, Monopoly... Life." He chuckled. "Don't forget Scrabble, one never knows when those skills could come in handy. You may end up on Wheel of Fortune one day, and need that knowledge."
NightotheAngel: "Wheel of Fortune I doubt it. But, I appreciate the thought. No, I dont like dolls. They never appealed to me I guess. Or maybe it’s the type of doll. I dont know."::
Alex Vipond: "Well there are other toys to be had. Toys that are as fun for old fogies like me as well as teenagers." he nodded. "How would you like to learn how to fly a plane? Albeit, a small one." he held his hand up, finger and thumb a couple inches apart.
NightotheAngel: "I dont know. I never thought about it really. I kind of like working on cars and doing the family business.":: Softly smiles ::"do you know how to fly a plane?"::
Alex Vipond: "I can fly a helicopter. That I can do. Legally, even." He nodded. "But there are a lot of people that fly model planes, and they have races and do air combat and stunt shows with them, just like the full sized versions."
NightotheAngel: "Oh. I dont know. Never thought about putting together model cars or planes. I never thought about crafts and what I like or skills that would be nice to have.":: Softly laughs::"all the things I dont know about. Tens steps forward and yet so many steps behind. I feel like I will never catch up to everyone.":: Smirks but quickly fades.::
Alex Vipond: "Well, there's no time like the present. Want to head to the hobby store and pick one out?" He was ready for a break anyway. One could only sling so much drywall in solitude before it got old. Rising, he finished off his water and tossed the empty into an empty pull string bucket the contractors had left behind for trash.
NightotheAngel: "I suppose we could. But we may be there awhile you sure. I mean you seem pretty happy doing this. I dont want to take you out of your zone.":: Softly smiles as she blushed. Still used to people helping her out and want to. "So, how did you get into the construction stuff?"::
Alex Vipond: "It's my pleasure, believe me." He nodded. "And as for how, well, I bought the place and the one next door. Going to turn them into a studio and office for the record label, and... I like getting grubby from time to time. You know, that sense of accomplishment you get when you do something creative, even if it's taking a sledge hammer to an interior wall." He nodded. "Too if you get pissed over something, it's a good way to vent."
NightotheAngel: "Oh. I see. Nice Im sure they will be great once they are finished. I guess. Like when I get good grades in school. As far as creative I think this hobby thing will be the first one as far as creativity goes. What is on your mind Alex? My thought process is probably different then most. Mostly because I am treated as an equal with all of you."::
Alex Vipond: "Well, let's go find a hobby store, and see what they have in the way of planes. Unless you want something else, they have cars, boats, helicopters...." He let it hang. "You can decide when we get there." He was already dusting himself off and heading for the door, a pat down of himself to make sure he had keys, wallet and phone on him. Pulling his phone, he fired off a text to Meghan to let her know where he was going. "I'm thinking mach two with my hair on fire." he looked at her and grinned, then stepped out of the shop, waiting for her before he locked it up. Not that there was much in there, but he didn't want anyone to get the idea the place was an easy target. Once hit, it tended to happen more frequently.
NightotheAngel: She laughs a bit as she heard Alex talk. She followed him not really saying much. She figured if anyone needed her they would text or call. She was in no rush to get back to the Garage. Whatever paper work was piling up would be done tonight.::"I dont know what I want. Im still figuring out what I like. Everyday is something new."::
Alex Vipond: "That makes every day and adventure." He smiled, unlocking the car with the fob and opening the passenger door for her. He'd wait until she was settled into the seat before closing the door and rounding that murdered out Benz to slide behind the wheel. Snapping his seat belt into place, he did a quick search on his phone to see where the nearest hobby store was.
NightotheAngel: She slid into the passenger seat of the car with ease. She smiled as she waited on him. As much as she walked around the city the exact place of all the stores was still foreign to her. She did not have that kind of memory at times. She looked to her phone as she checked for messages and emails. She was still getting used to having her phone and all the things it could do. She eventually would pocket the phone.::
Alex Vipond: With the address gained, Alex checked traffic and pulled away from the curb. It may seem odd, but he was excited about the prospect of exploring a new hobby. He'd heard of flyers out at parks, seen videos on youtube, but now it was something in his grasp. Something he could partake in without worrying about the weather. He was still somewhat in awe of Izzy's skill with which she'd charmed the ring he wore on his right hand. Twin dragons. Rather fitting, that.
NightotheAngel: She looked to him.::"You seem very relaxed. Is everything okay with you?":: Raising a brow as she thought it only fair question to ask. After the long and exhausting tour he had with the band.::
Alex Vipond: Chuckling, he glanced over at her. "I am relaxed, therefore something is wrong?" He looked back at the road, as they headed for the hobby store, amused that she would think something was wrong. "Why shouldn't I be relaxed? I just came off tour, my album is selling fast, and pushing toward gold, my single is topping the charts, I am setting up shop for myself, and I have a beautiful wife who supports me in it. What's not to be relaxed about?"
NightotheAngel: "I guess not. Figured after you asked me the questions that you deserved the same questions.":: Laughing a bit as she relaxed in the car. Watching traffic go by as they made their way to the hobby shop. Curious as to what was going to be found at this hobby shop. ::
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Post by Alex Vipond on May 13, 2013 21:25:40 GMT -8
May 17th
Alex Vipond: Alex was back at it, working on the cleanup. The dumpster in the alley was near to full, but the shop and studio were both clear of rubble. Alex was currently sweeping the last of the drywall dust into a dust pan, which he then dumped into the bucket. Straightening, he looked around, one arm taking a swipe over his brow. He was dressed much as he'd been the day before, grubby jeans, t-shirt and a bandana to cover his hair. The work boots he wore were dusty and looked well worn. They were far from new, and showed signs that he'd done this sort of thing before. Not construction work mind you, but clean up. He grabbed a bottle of water and cracked the cap, taking a drink as he looked around to take stock of the progress so far.
NightotheAngel: Kalypso had spent most of the day holed up looking over her new toys. Not sure which to start in on first. She figured she would start perhaps with a smoke bomb. Thank you Alex for the idea. She spent some of the day painting the pieces of the train. Before playing with the chemistry set. Now she was dressed in a pair of jeans with a short sleeve shirt and sandals on her feet. Tossing what seemed like a ball in one hand. Well she had to test out her new toy to see if it worked right. What better place then the large garbage dumpster. She smiled as she tossed it in and walked toward the building with a smile as she pulled Alex with her.::
Alex Vipond: When Kaly came in, he smiled, then reached into the ice chest, and tossed a bottle of water to Kaly. "So what are you up to today? How's the train coming?" He leaned his ass onto a spool, then took a sip of his water as he regarded her. "Mars digging the idea yet?" They'd have to build a shelf along the wall to run the track on but that wouldn't be difficult.
NightotheAngel: "I havent told Mars about the idea yet. I figured I would surprise him with it in working order. Im okay today.":: It would not be long before a boom followed smoke would be smelled. When normally the smoke would smell bad. She was on making the smoke smell good if that was possible. She hoped it worked. ::"The train is not the only thing I have been playing with."::Smiles as she spoke and cracked open the bottle and took a long sip.::
Alex Vipond: "So it would seem." Alex chuckled. "Now, you may want to grab the fire extinguisher and put it out before it actually catches something in that dumpster on fire." He nodded, smirking. "There's one by the bathroom." He took a drink of his water, and then took another breath. "So what'd you use in it?"
NightotheAngel: She smiles as she looks to him and giggles. Curling her finger as if calling him close. ::"Can you keep a secret? Dont worry the fire will put itself out. Nothing will catch. Its a fail safe of the thing.":: Smiles as she looks to him.::"I can keep a secret too."::
Alex Vipond: "Well the problem is, that's it's not just the thing. It's all the crap in the dumpster. A lot of it which is flammable." he nodded, then lifted his head, listening. "Too late." He could already hear the sirens. "Might be a good idea for you to lay low for a while. I'd stay inside out of sight...." He nodded. "Did you get the telescope set up?"
NightotheAngel: "No, I didnt unfortunately. ":: She heard the sirens as she scrunched her face.::"OOOO No, that wasnt supposed to happen. What did I do wrong? It has the same ingredients as smoke bomb mixed with a fire cracker. Why it shouldnt. Oh hells bells.":: She shook her head as she spoke in frustration about what happened. ::"I was busy with the chemistry set and painting. fortunately in two different rooms. But, I better get back to the house. The parts to the train are all over the table and some of them are very tiny."::
Alex Vipond: "The problem is, it creates heat. Heat, fuel and air make fire." He nodded. See? He knew something about chemistry. "Yeah might be a good idea to get them picked up before one of the guys touches them and they get scattered." He chuckled. "Can you see it? Bunch of grown men crawling around on the floor looking for the tiny pieces parts of a train?"
NightotheAngel: "its not so much the guys as mars and Leland trying to figure out the pieces and how they fit together. Fortunately I didnt pick up a tank to put together.":: Softly laughs.::"Or a yellow submarine they would probably play with in the tub.":: Softly laughs as she looks to him.::"Oh no I dont want to think about what would happen to the pieces of the train. I need those parts for the motor even if a fake motor its still a motor."::
Alex Vipond: Alex cracked up over the submarine comment. "Yeah well...." He let it hang, before commenting, "Not a fake motor, a tiny motor." He nodded. "And I think the sub will be fun once I get it together. The boat is too big for the tub, but the sub.... perfect size."
NightotheAngel: "I can only imagine what they would do with a train. Oh god. Mars and Leland can work a motor on a car but if it came to train motors they would be lost on the notion.":: Smiles and laughs a bit as she looked to him.::
Alex Vipond: "Don't write them off. Mechanical engineering is pretty constant. They'd likely have it put together and running before you got the chance to. But...." he paused as he smiled to her. "It would be a good project the three of you could work together."
NightotheAngel: "True. But, Im not sure how big Leland is going to be on leaving Abbey. She is in such a vulnerable and tender state from what I hear. Which is why he had not had the chance to talk with me. And why I found out through you about Mars and Sasha. As far as going off half cocked Im not the only one that does it Leland and Mars do it too. ":: She sighs as her smile faded thinking about Leland and Abbey.::
Alex Vipond: "Are they back at her place?" Alex didn't know one way or the other, he'd not been around to know. "It would be good for her to get out and do things again. Even if they are small things." He contemplated a moment before continuing. "I think we need a barbecue. Maybe this week end...." he glanced toward the back door, listening as the men back their did their thing, and then he looked back at Kaly. "Maybe roast a pig or something."
NightotheAngel: "I think so. Im not really sure. I have been busy with school and homework and the shop. Trying to help out where I can despite the toys that I have. Yeah that sounds like a plan. Been taking homeec maybe I can borrow a recipe from the teacher to make.":: Softly smiles.::"What about you? How do you feel about your little possibility?"::
Alex Vipond: Alex shrugged. "It explains a lot, but..." he let out a breath. "Castiel seems to think that because of it, I'll have all these assholes that want to flip my switch and turn me a complete dickhead." Always a price for any prize. This was no different. "I haven't seen Castiel since Germany when he drove his hand into my innards."
NightotheAngel: "Seems like you and Meghan have a lot to discuss. Your right though a barbecue does sound good to do for this weekend. If we keep things small. Just because of everything you know. And Im sure if Abbey were to come she would probably be extra jumpy.":: She sighs a bit and stretches. ::"Dont worry I think Mars and Leland would keep you from becoming a dick head."::
Alex Vipond: Chuckling, he nodded. "One can only hope." He killed the bottle and tossed the empty into the bucket. "Keep it just a few close friends. Family. Just so she doesn't feel exposed, and can get her into the swing of things again."
NightotheAngel: "I have seen the three of you keeping each other in balance at times. Okay maybe not always Leland but we always need a wild card right.":: Smiles and laughs and nods as she finishes off her bottled water as well.::"Sounds like a plan oo and maybe a bring your own meat to grill. That way everyone has what they want?"::
Alex Vipond: "Sounds good. We can do it up pot luck style." he nodded. "Maybe the weather will clear up for the day." Alex, contemplated that. "Maybe we can set it up for the park, if we can get Abby's comfort zone expanded a bit."
NightotheAngel: "I dont know. I will have to talk with Leland and see where Abby's comfort zone is to begin with. Then work from there. Seems so far a house is as far as she goes. Pot luck style sounds good."::
Alex Vipond: "You do that. Give me a call when you find out if it will be at the house, or the park. " He pulled his gum and popped a fresh piece in, then offered the pack to her. "Went to talk to Sedona last night. They're doing well. As well as can be expected."
NightotheAngel: "No thanks.":: Smiles as she nods::"Of course you will be the first on the list once I get details worked out. ":: Smiles a bit.::"With everything I think this would be good all round."::
Alex Vipond: "Me too. Too much bad stuff going on, I think it's past time that folks have something normal. Even if it's just a fucking barbecue." He rolled his gum around his mouth, as he contemplated all the crap that had been going on of late.
NightotheAngel: "Hey, we do what we can right. Come on relax. You seem more upset if I cant pull this off .":: Trying to change the mood of things.::
Alex Vipond: Alex laughed. "Upset? No. But I think it would be good for the girls if we can give them something normal for a change."
NightotheAngel: "Whats normal? ":: Softly smirks and laughs a bit. as she nudged him.::
Alex Vipond: "Not being kidnapped, and dragged off to God knows where, and kept in a fucking cage." He nodded. "That's a good start. And whereas Sed seems to be doing well Abby...." He shrugged. "She's not in her comfort zone yet."
NightotheAngel: "Okay good point. Your right being kidnapped is not normal but otherwise. Most of us would be outside the norm. I will try to get in touch with Leland tomorrow."::
Alex Vipond: "Cool." He shrugged, "Our norm is not normal which, but since most of us aren't normal that makes us normal, right?"
NightotheAngel: She smiles and nodds a bit. But, still had a lot on her mind. ::"Your right though my brothers may be a good choice to help me with the train. Might give Leland a bit of a distraction for a bit from everything.":: Bites her lip as it seemed to be a nervous habit she had.::
Alex Vipond: "Distraction is always good. And I think about now, everyone could use a little distraction. Too much serious on the mind is never good."
NightotheAngel: "I hear that. I know. But, I apparently for some reason cant forget about this whole school thing. No matter what is going on with the family.":: Shrugs her shoulders a bit.::
Alex Vipond: "School is not a prison sentence. It's something you experience, like anything else. And it will be gone before you know it. Enjoy it while you can. It's not the evil you think it is." He gave a shrug. "I don't have all the answers, but I can tell you that no matter how hard things may seem, they do get better."
NightotheAngel: "Okay. Fairy god father turned after school special on me.":: Softly smiles and laughs. ::"I dont know its all new to me. Especially with the noise of the bell and the lockers and the chatter. I just want to scream for everyone and everything to Stop or shut the fuck up or something."::
Alex Vipond: "Like anything, it's an adjustment." Alex looked around the place. "Everything is an adjustment. Good or bad. Better or worse. You get through it." God knew there were times when he wasn't sure if he'd get through the next hour let alone the next day. "You pull through though. You dig deep and you pull through. Find that one thing to focus on to get you through."
NightotheAngel: She nods and just listens. Not sure what else to do. ::"Not like I can put ear plugs in and expect people to understand why she is wearing them. She was a bit speechless.::
Alex Vipond: "You know, there are meditation techniques that may well help you focus on that what you need to hear, and disregard that which you don't." He shrugged. "You know, just to keep from getting input overload."
NightotheAngel: "Oh? LIke what and how? I mean even in the classrooms though with group work and things it all gets to be so much. Sometimes I wonder if me in school was a good idea. Hey at least I tried?"::
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Post by Alex Vipond on May 14, 2013 13:44:12 GMT -8
Alex Vipond: Having made his phone calls to both Izzy and Krystal, Alex made his way to the shop. Pulling up at the curb, he parked the Benz and slid out, glancing around as he swung the door shut. He'd almost pulled the Ferrari out, but had decided at the last minute that he didn't want to have to worry about some ass that couldn't drive in the rain sliding into him. Crossing the walk, he tucked the bow of his sunglasses into the neckline of the U2 t-shirt he was wearing. He'd given up the work boots for a pair of black on black sneakers and for a change this week, his jeans were not sporting well-worn holes. Mark the day on the calendar.
KrystalFlake: Krystal pulled up and parked the Jeep on the curb. She'd gotten the call from Alex to meet him down at the studio. The construction signs, plastic tarp and guys in hard hats were kind of a dead giveaway that she was in the right place. Her black English riding boots hit the pavement as she hopped out of the Jeep, black riding pants and then a blouse that was long in the tails trailing behind her with a white cami underneath. She looked ready for a day’s ride but honestly it was more of a fashion statement today. Her hair was half up in a a messy bun with a few sticks through it leaving the curls and waves wildly sticking out, a pair of mirrored sunglasses and she was good to go. Keys flipped around on her middle finger as she traipsed through the lovely weather. [d]
IzzyBeausoleil: It wasn't long after Alex pulled up that the candy apple red vintage Camaro was pulling behind that murdered out Benz of his. She climbed out of the car, Louboutins hitting the pavement first, before she rose. Briefcase was pulled from the seat as she rose, and then she was stepping from the car and toward Alex's new place of business. A pause was given as the woman exiting the Jeep was noted, a nod given her. Her own hair was up, pulled back neatly into a bun, and then the staccato of her heels once more marked her progress across the walk to the door. The charcoal gray business suit she wore smacked of cool, British efficiency, and she wore it well. She paused at the door, pulling it open before she glanced back at the other woman on approach, before stepping inside, holding the door for her.
Alex Vipond: Alex heard the vehicles as they pulled up, as he was swapping his gum out for a fresh piece. Both shops were a hive of activity, and the construction workers paused as the women approached. There were grins, and looks of appreciation for the contrasting pair, and who wouldn't give them a lingering glance after a double take that threatened whiplash? Some perhaps found it odd that Alex was surrounded by beautiful women who worked for him, none of whom he slept with, though speculation no doubt abounded. His lawyer, his CPA, his insurance specialist and now his security agent... Drop dead gorgeous, the lot of them. He smiled as the door opened, and smirked as one of the workers dropped his drill. "Careful, there...."
KrystalFlake: Krystal gave the woman a smile and a nod before she headed into the door after her, pushing the sunglasses on the top of her head going from mirror to a flash of bright blue that was looking around. Alex surrounded himself with beautiful women because honestly name one man... who liked women... who wouldn't do the same thing. Just go ahead and try. Unless he was a recovering sex addict that was trying to stay faithful to his wife it just was not happening. Krystal's fashion could be anything from boho chic to business suit, it really ended up being what she opened the closet door up and grabbed. [d]
IzzyBeausoleil: Izzy smirked as the worker's drill hit the floor. It wasn't a first, nor would it be a last. She'd had more than one occasion to be on scene during construction and or remodeling. It was part and parcel of the job. Or the old job. Alex was the only one she still did this for. As head of Lloyd's Seattle division, it was, for all intent and purpose, 'beneath' her position. But Alex was a friend, and most valued client. She wouldn't allow anyone else to touch his paper before she'd gone over it herself. Stepping toward him, she greeted him, taking his hands in hers, and giving a kiss to the air at each cheek. "Bonsoir, Alex. How are you today?" The French greeting rolled from her tongue easily, and then she was looking at Krystal, one hand offered out. "Isabelle Beausoleil, Lloyd's. You are the security specialist Alex spoke of?"
Alex Vipond: The greeting was returned in kind, and then Alex too was looking to Krystal, his smile warm, but he waited his turn to greet, as Izzy was there to do so first. Once the women made their intros, then he would offer his hand out to Krystal. "Good to see you, both. Hope the day is finding you well." He glanced around again, one brow rising as the workers were still ogling the women.
KrystalFlake: Krystal took the hand that was offered to her and while she didn't poke around Krystal always gave sort of a feel up to what was standing in front of her. Wanting to know what the vibration was so to speak. Her extra warm skin usually served as distraction enough to not be noticed. "Krystal Flake, independant business consultant as to not have a leash." She grinned and looked around at the plastic that was hanging here. Krystal didn't give the workers much notice at the moment because she was more interest in the bones of the place. "Good to see you as well Alex." Hand taken that was offered, without giving him the feel up... because well she knew what he was. [d]
IzzyBeausoleil: The vibe, so to speak, would be well balanced, harmonious, in tune if you will, with nature. The 'feel up', was noted, only because she was well accustomed to such, and was in fact, doing a bit of probing herself. She gave that little smile that was as much amusement as it was friendly. "Flake. Any relation to Senator Flake?" Could be. People did tend to move about a bit.
Alex Vipond: Yes, they more or less had done the testing of the waters, so to speak. No need to do so further. "Krystal actually thought it would be a good idea to have you both together to go over the security systems to be installed. Since the two do seem to go hand in hand. Preventative as well as reactionary." He nodded and looked between them, then offered his pack of DoubleMint out. "Gum?"
KrystalFlake: "Not unless he's my father risen from the dead or a relation he failed to share with me prior to someone putting a bullet in his head." She smiled, but it was completely conversational. Honestly she was used to dead people and things around her. Also her father had been dead over twenty years so making a joke about it wasn't that big of a deal to her. Krystal turned and reached for the gum that was being offered, folded the gum on her tongue and then the wrapper was folded and slid into a small pocket on the front of the pants. "I liked it better when it wasn't green and the flavor lasted longer. Same with the Juicy Fruit." She shook her head and looked up at the ceiling and started walking. "It is always a good idea to have plenty of insurance where valuables are involved. Guns are more of a deterrant for homes than businesses." [d]
IzzyBeausoleil: "Most assuredly not Jeff then as he is very much alive." She smiled and slipped a stick of gum from Alex's pack, slipping it between her teeth after unwrapping it. "Well, I am sure between the two of us we can keep Alex well protected." She looked back at Alex and grinned, gaze dropping to that double dragon ring on his right hand. Yes, she had more than a few tricks up her sleeves.
Alex Vipond: As they spoke, an orange tabby kitten could be seen, curled up on a moving blanket, resting on top of a crate along the far wall. The cat had been 'inherited' with the shop. Apparently it's mother had left it behind, accidentally or on purpose, as the activity in the place had picked up. "Times they do change. Apparently some marketing exec found it would sell more if it was 'prettier' or some such nonsense."
Carpe JugguIum: For a man of his size, RJ was as stealthy as a stray cat. From behind a panel of drywall, big arms snaked out and grabbed Izzy around the waist from behind, easily lifting her off her feet and under an arm. Cigarette wasn't removed as he approached Alex, and gave the man a little nod. "I found a witch. Let's burn her." Izzy was given a playful squeeze before he set her back down onto her feet. Just tshirt and bluejeans today, both smelling of gunpowder. He'd been milling again. "New place?"
IzzyBeausoleil: It was reflexive, really. The moment Izzy saw the cat, she was moving toward it, knees bending to set the briefcase down at her feet, before she lifted a hand toward the kitten, giving him a chance to get her scent... that is until she was picked up like some kind of child's doll, a squeak given as she batted at him, like a girl. She jerked her suit jacket back into place, with a huff, even if she was fighting the smirk. One hand rose and smoothed her hair back into place. "Ruffian."
Carpe JugguIum: All he did was offer a toothy grin and a kissing motion made in her direction. "Chicks dig it."
Alex Vipond: Alex was cracking up, a shake of his head given. "Yeah. Studio and offices. Side by side." Two shops, no waiting. Other than the construction, or reconstruction rather. "And what have you been up to. Have you met Krystal? She's into security. The two of you may have a lot in common." As far as an appreciation for guns and high tech stuff went.
Carpe JugguIum: If someone wanted RJ to extinquish his cigarette, that wasn't going to fucking happen. Any Look he was given was returned ten fold, leaning his bulk slightly toward the starer in that creepy looming fashion he'd mastered sowell. "Same shit. Working on the cabin, working the guns, working my way into the fucking grave." Blues shifted to Krystal, and a hand was offered. "Security, huh? Staring at monitors or driving electric cars around a mall type of security?"
IzzyBeausoleil: She turned to see where the kitten was gone, but he'd made a swift exit when RJ had scooped her up. Ah well. He'd be back, no doubt. It seemed as if Alex had taken a shine to the little thing and was in fact, adopting. It would be amusing to see just what. Izzy smirked at RJ's assumption that Krystal was your run of the mill rent a cop.
Alex Vipond: Oh this was going to be good, soon as Krystal sized him up. Alex was so not going to get into the middle of it, either. His gaze went to see where the kitten had gone, but he was out of sight. Looking back at RJ and Krystal, he caught Izzy's gaze on the way and returned her smirk with one of his own.
Carpe JugguIum: Hey, this was RJ. Unless someone had military background or several years in law enforcement, EVERYONE was a rent-a-cop.
IzzyBeausoleil: "Krystal is more on the high end scale of things. Consulting and installation. She and I will be working on this together, to insure Alex is protected in every way possible." Which also meant wards to protect against the things that went bump in the night.
Carpe JugguIum: He exhaled smoke through his nostrils, forking a thoughtful brow at Izzy. "... hundred bucks says I can crack it."
Alex Vipond: Alex hadn't asked if Krystal had military experience. He did gather that she had experience on the less than legal side of things. "You'll have to wait until it's installed. Right now they're still running cable for the data drops that the IT guy is installing."
IzzyBeausoleil: That RJ couldn’t be in one place too long. Far too antsy for it. Izzy watched as he left, then looked back at Alex. "Well, we shall see whether or not he can 'crack it' shan't we?"
KrystalFlake: Warns that went bump in the night were always a good thing, but for every thing you could do there was always a way to undo it. Krystal came back around the corner cause she had wandered off to see what there was around, where it was being put up, where potential blind spots were etc. It seemed like a boring job if you weren't really in to it. Krystal had no military experience, but she had plenty of bump in the night experience. "Well, you might have a few blind spots on the corners. Other than that cameras looking down the halls, you can get the cameras with the thermal and motion sensors in them as well. Wouldn't be a bad thing to have a few that are down lower in the doorways that will trip them if need be."
Alex Vipond: Alex looked at Izzy and shrugged, before looking back at Krystal as she came wandering back. "Good. And the monitoring system, you said that could be linked offsite, as well as to my phone?" Or had he dreamt a Bond type scenario with that. He had been having strange dreams of late. Could you blame him? He'd had some weird shit going on of late, not the least of which was being gut raped by an angel.
IzzyBeausoleil: "The better the security, the better deal you get on insurance." She smiled that little half smirk, gaze going from Alex to Krystal. "Infrared as well. Best to pick up heat signatures." That way Alex could tell 'what' was there as well as hopefully who.
Alex Vipond: "What about the cat?" He was even now, looking around to see if he could find the little thing. "He's not gonna trip anything, is he?"
KrystalFlake: "Amazing what you can do with computers these days, but yeah. Essentially you'll have a server that everything feeds into here and that will send out to a remote site. As a precaution I'd set up this as the primary and have an offsite back up just in case someone thinks disabling it from here will do the trick. "Yes, heat signatures can be helpful. Knowing what runs hot and cold." Alex would probably pick up on them a little cooler and there were other things more so. "Something would literally have to be of a very small mass and the exact temperature of the ambient surroundings to get away from that." See so someone could be invisible but it would be harder. "Well, we could set it up that he's limited to a room that won't need as much security." She glanced around and motioned a hand around. "This is the lobby area. Probably best to get him used to the idea that if you aren't here this is where he stays. Unless you are going to have someone monitoring the system 24 hours a day. Which if you don't mind paying for it.. Then you just set up the doors and windows with sensors that will actually trip an alarm." [d]
IzzyBeausoleil: "Also he's going to need data security. At least five hundred and twelve bit encryption, with redundancy built in. It's not just the hard copy of the recordings or the equipment that he will need to protect." She looked at Alex. "You could take him home at night. I don't think Gus will eat him. He's far too gentle."
Alex Vipond: "Gus could swallow him without realizing it." Now at any rate. Though it wasn't a bad idea. He just wasn't sure how the two would react to each other. Gus was, after all, bigger than Alex when he stood on his hind legs, outweighed him too. "I'll bring Gus in and get them introduced." He looked back at the workers. "Probably should give them a head's up that I'm bringing a horse to work."
KrystalFlake: "If you have good IT then they should be handling that specifically. If they are going to be the ones repairing the systems in case of problems they should route your back up. You can do it through the same system with the primary backup here on site and then the redundant system paired up along the moitoring system." She pulled the sunglasses off of her head and chewed slightly on the end of one arm. "Honestly this isn't too bad. If it were a club that would be much more hassel. Lots of blind spots in a club." Which is why you had roaming security on the floor at a club. "Big animals usually tend to be more wary of little furry things. Who knows maybe Gus will have a protective instinct."
IzzyBeausoleil: "Well, sounds promising all the way 'round. I can have your policy drawn up and ready for your signature by week's end." She smiled. "I should get going, and get started on it." she stepped toward him, the air kiss to either side of his face given once more before she turned and offered her hand out once more to Krystal. It was a pleasure."
Alex Vipond: "Thank you for coming, Izzy. We'll all have to get together soon." The gesture was returned, a gentle squeeze of her hand given before she was turning to Krystal. When said kitten finally wandered back out, Alex bent and picked him up, cradling him in arm and scratching his ears with the other hand.
KrystalFlake: Taking the offered hand she smiled and shook it. None of the probing the second time around. She'd puzzle it out later. "I should get going as well. I will give you a list of everything later." And then she was taking her leave.
IzzyBeausoleil: Izzy smirked, seeing Alex snuggling the kitten, and then she was heading for the door, after plucking up her briefcase. Heading back outside to that candy apple classic, she slid behind the wheel, checked traffic and then pulled away from the curb.
Alex Vipond: "Take care," he smiled, stopped petting the kitten long enough to shake Krystal's hand, and then he went back to scritching.
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Post by Alex Vipond on May 19, 2013 22:41:37 GMT -8
Alex Vipond: Alex was back to work, only today it was painting. The interior walls had been built, with water, electricity, voice and data cables run where they were needed. The place was still a long way from being done, and as the work would shift to the offices tomorrow morning, Alex was running a paint roller over control room wall. It would be done, soon enough, but he was enjoying the work. He was in his grubby clothes today, old, faded and frayed jeans, a t-shirt that had seen far better days and could be considered religious for all the holes it had in it, and he had a bandana over his hair. An old pair of sneakers on his feet bore numerous paints spots of various colors. The current color being used was red. He liked red.
Placenia Hosea: It certainly was..quiet, the AMV Records was one of the places he hasn't been to other than a few hotspots. Driving. Hah! Hosea drove a red sports car, very fast this one was. If he wanted he'll break speed limit expecting police to pull his ass over and how he'd make use of an innocent citizen. This evening, he was being a good lad not getting into some mischief. The music coming from the loudspeakers added to the vehicle was great. Reaching forward, he shut off the car radio before exiting; pocketing his car keys. Knee ankled boots, tapped the flooring as he began entering. Looking around getting the feel of new territory. A scent of tea leaves and potpourri drifted as he hinted at an acquaintance? Something told him perhaps he may own the store. He'll have to know for sure so walked in the direction of where Alex probably was busy. Last time, they didn't get a chance at a proper greeting since he was on stage. Didn't feel it was good manners to interfere. (d)
Miss Shaylen: Having been shopping for Jake's birthday gift a few doors down, the little blonde decided to see what was going on at Alex's new studio. She hadn't been there, yet, but she'd heard things and there was no time like the present, right? Sticking her purchases into the trunk of the Mustang that was parked at the curb, she would lock things up and start down the street for the front door, those baby blues eyeing the area first to make sure she had the right one before stepping inside. She was dressed down for a change, for her, at least, in black skinny jeans, leather boots (yes, still with stiletto heels--she hadn't given up on those yet), and a red shoulder-baring shirt, cinched just below her waist, hiding what little bit of a belly that was starting to show--not that her being pregnant was a secret or anything, but it just allowed for her to get away with strangers not knowing for a little bit longer. "Hello?" she would call out as the door closed behind her, the woman stopping in her tracks a second as she took in her surroundings. -d-
Alex Vipond: Alex heard, and felt one, then the other in approach. The strong scent of the paint being applied to the wall was enough to mask most scents but Hosea he knew, and Shay was identified, even before she spoke. It was the echoing heartbeat that gave her away, before the sound of her voice. The paint roller was laid aside and he grabbed a rag, wiping his hands off as best he could with it as he turned. "Well hello." He grinned, hand offered out to Hosea even as he called out to Shay. "Back here!"
Miss Shaylen: The smell of paint ws strong, but not intolerable, and the second she heard Alex's voice, she smiled, following the sound of it to the back where she'd find he'd been hard at work. "Hello," she'd say when she saw him, stepping up and giving the man a hug as well as offering Hosea a polite smile. "Nice color," she would say with a wink. It was obviously a favorite of hers, too, as she was wearing it. -d-
Placenia Hosea: Hosea gave the squirrel handshake form between them during the woman's entrance. "Long time no see, Senor' Alex." He spoke in his Spanish tone of voice, a smile curled hoping that present he left behind at the Studio would have been discovered sooner or later. If Alex hadn't picked it up, there maybe a chance to inquire about receiving the gift. This was part of his business as described in the message written to him along with the box. Canting his head slightly, the lady's scent drafting into his nostrils to get a full understanding what she was about. Looking down, he noticed a bump telling him she was expecting? "Greetings." His welcome speech reaching her as he wasn't one to miss a chance at proper mannerisms. After all, she was a new face to him he's yet to meet. Alex he knew slightly from their last encounter.
Alex Vipond: The handshake and hug from each were returned, in kind and Alex then made the introductions. "Hosea, Shay, Shay, Hosea." He nodded. "So, how have things been?" He nodded to Hosea then looked to Shay and grinned. "And how are you doing?" Pregnancy he knew could cause problems, but at least things were far safer now than they had been in his day. It wasn't uncommon for fever to set in after delivery and many a man lost a wife after gaining a son or daughter.
Miss Shaylen: "Hi," she would say in response to Hosea's greeting, offering him her hand in response. There was a bit of a southern drawl attached to her speech, but only someone familiar with such would be able to pinpoint what part she was from, that being Louisiana. Her gaze would then drift back to Alex, her smile broadening, "If I'd known I'd be here, I would've brought you a plant or some flowers, but it was a surprise." To her as well as him. As for how she was doing. "Much better now that I'm not sick every other hour," she chuckled softly. Morning sickness was indeed a bitch, but at least she'd cleared that hurdle. "You've certainly been a busy man," she nodded, looking around and really seeing the place, before saying, "I like." -d-
Alex Vipond: "It's pulling together. I'm hoping in another week, we'll be rolling in the equipment. I'm more than a little eager to get to work in here." He smiled, then looked back at Hosea. "And thank you, by the way, for the gift. It's quite unique."
KrystalFlake: Krystal had been running cables and wires for days at the most random times of the day. Had to keep those workers on their toes after all. Besides it was funny to catch them off guard and see a few drills drop. The Jeep pulled up and she hopped out, walking around to the back to pick up a few boxes from the space in the back. The cover thrown back so she could grab them. She was wearing a pair of khaki colored overalls, a white wife beater, work boots and her hair up in a ponytail. It was a very stylish look because really that's what she was going for. Hip pushing against the door once she'd gotten a hold of it with her fingers and foot to slide in. And look people were here. "Hello there." Fingers waggled from the hold she had on the stack of boxes in her arms. [d]
Alex Vipond: "Krystal!" He grinned. "Have you met Shay? And this here," he swept a hand toward Hosea, "is Hosea." he looked back at Hosea. "This is Krystal, my security specialist. She's installing the alarm systems and such." He smiled and then moved to help her with the load she was carrying.
Miss Shaylen: Shay would take a step back, turning as she did so she would see who just came in, that smile of hers lingering as she wiggled her fingers right back at the other woman. "Hello," she said softly, watching as Alex helped her with the boxes. -d- Angelus de Caelo: Yes. People were here, which probably would have meant it would be better to wait to make his presence known, but Castiel felt the need to check on Alex. One moment there were four in the room, and in the next there were five, with no warning other than the slight rustle of khaki.
KrystalFlake: Krystal was more than happy to hand over the boxes. "Hey there, Shay, Hosea... I think I am wounded I was his favorite security specialist now I am just the security specialist." She grinned and then her lips turned down in a slight frown as she saw the fifth person appear. Not that she had a problem with people, she had a problem with random pop ins. Especially... there was something familiar that was vibrating off that new presence. [d]
Placenia Hosea: For him, he didn't dilly dally on the concepts of what you call labors nor those semesters the most fairest of genders have to go through. His mother beared her young before he arrived so to have lost all her children did somehow often disheartened her soul on most nights cause she spoken that she was blessed with him, Hosea. A saddened smile he recalled on her lips. It was that she didn't have a lot of faith that he'll survive thinking he'll be struck with the same disease as his siblings at an early age. Shay was blessed. To be a mom was a journey, that much he knew. Believe what you will. He'll only hope she'll have a healthy child and that whatever the gender it'll grow to have a good future. A nod was given unto his acquaintance's friend wasn't she? Smiling in respect for she was woman, coming from a distant place known as Spain was often men who didn't show disrespect. "A pleasure Senorita, Shay. Well met." A tender, gentle grin never left his flawless mask. He looked laid-back, like a Professor in Universities type of individual. Returning to peer at Alex once more now speaking of the present. "Oh? I haven't seen you so I thought perhaps that Mask says a lot. It's a Mosaic, I didn't do the work this time." Being among skilled artists cause of how strict his father raised him to learn and build set skills in the past, preventing him from ever dreaming having fun with kids the way any normal do. (d)
Alex Vipond: Alex turned with the boxes, he'd taken from Krystal and nearly jumped when Castiel showed up. As it was, he fumbled the boxes in hand, a slight jerk given, before he drew in a breath and let it out slowly. He eyed Castiel. "Don't touch me, man.... Please..." Last time Cas had touched him, it had hurt worse than anything he'd ever experienced and made the thought of getting a Prince Albert seem like a walk in the park.
Miss Shaylen: For as long as Shaylen lived here and no matter how much she learned, she didn't think she'd ever quite become accustomed to 'people' just appearing, namely Castiel. She'd met him once, briefly, and while she didn't choke on a drink this time around, she did teeter on those heels, a hand going up to her chest as that smile of hers wavered, the little blonde biting back a small, startled squeak, just shaking her head instead. The man was just...creepy! -d-
KrystalFlake: If Krystal weren't already used to people showing up where they weren't expected or wanted she might have looked a little more startled. Unfortunately she was a little more used to it. The frown was all he was getting out of her in response. At least externally. His presence however did send a lock down of everything that she was till the smell of her was the only thing you would get without prying harder to figure out where she was. It was annoying when people like that showed up. It usually meant no good. Alex saying not to touch him got her attention and she stepped in a little closer in the space between the two men. "That's rude you know." [d]
Angelus de Caelo: "Of course." He nodded to Alex and then looked to Shay, regarding her with his head tipped slightly to one side. "He's doing quite well." When Krystal spoke, his gaze turned toward her. "I don't understand." He looked down at the floor, measuring the distance between himself and Alex, then looked back at Krystal. "I am not in his personal space."
Placenia Hosea: A nod of his head where Alex introduced him to the other new femme fe telle whose addressed is Krystal, pretty name. It was part of him that happened to have an adoration for women. Not that his line wasn't the reason was it? His Maker did bring him to see a bigger, brighter picturesque didn't she? It was one he'll have to thank the woman for. "Nice to meet you, Krystal. She does the security? I'll have to get her to install one in my museum." Could request it now that he knew who to go when making sure all is well in the Black Mask. One must be prepared for anything, even if half of the staff and visitors looked pretty normal all was on close eye through surveillance cameras. Not to mention some Phantom of the Opera appearing getting close? A raise of his brow quirked at the stranger. Don't touch him? What? Where? Unlike them, Hosea stayed put leaving the guardianship in Krystal's hands. The smell of her was enough to give him only a small data. His shields was in place just the same, know telling what surprises came behind cracks. (d)
Alex Vipond: "It's okay Krystal, he just gave me a start." And gut raped him in Germany but that had been with his consent so really he couldn't bitch. He just didn't want a repeat. "So, Castiel..." Alex regarded him a moment before setting the boxes on a large spool that was currently being used as a table. "Is there something going on? Maybe something I should know about?" Or fucking guard against.
KrystalFlake: Not that Alex couldn't handle himself, but he had an arm full of boxes and already expressed that he didn't want to be touched by the creature. That just made her suspicious of it. "Appearing out of thin air is rude, unsettling, unappreciated. God made doors for a reason." Yeah that was her story and she was sticking to it. Her arms folded with those blue eyes narrowing on him. Hosea's voice caught her attention and she reluctantly drew her eyes away from this Castiel. "She does do security and I would be happy to take a look whenever you are available." Alex said it was alright, but she wasn't so sure. Then again she wasn't on the bright and shiny list.[d]
Miss Shaylen: And there he was, looking at her again, with that cocked head, unnerving her even more than she already was. Why did he have to do that? Though it was when he spoke that she quirked a pale, slender brow, lips parting as if she would say something, but at that point, she didn't know what to say. He? There were plenty of males in the room, but he'd looked at her when he said it. Of course, he could've meant Jake, but why would he bring up her fiance? Blue eyes looked around at everyone else quickly, hoping they didn't pick up on it, and immediately she made a mental note to schedule an appointment with her doctor, just to see. If he was right, then she knew exactly what she'd be telling Jake on Father's Day and not a moment before. Standing there, she'd remain quiet, keeping out of the conversation for the time being--Alex had it covered, and right now her mind was elsewhere...wondering. -d-
Angelus de Caelo: "Just checking..." His gaze went from Shay to Krystal. "Ah, yes. Doors." He nodded. "Shall I go outside and come in again?" No he wasn't being sarcastic, he was completely earnest in his question. Castiel was rather literal at times. His gaze then shifted to the other man, regarding him for a long moment. He was more like the vampires he had met in the past. Alex on the other hand was an oddity, and bore a great deal of interest from those in the Garrison.
Alex Vipond: "I'm fine, Castiel. No bumps or bruises. No stalking from anyone other than mobs of teenagers looking for autographs. It's all good." He nodded and smiled. "And Krystal here is putting in a security system to keep me safe so..." He smiled to the others. "This is Castiel. My um... babysitter, if you will."
Angelus de Caelo: "Alex." Castiel gave him a confused look. "You have no children for me to sit with."
Alex Vipond: "No, Cas, I meant...." he paused, and then shook his head. "Never mind. You know Shay, this is Krystal and Hosea." he gestured to each in turn.
KrystalFlake: "Going back out the door and coming in just seems pointless now." She shook her head and walked over to the boxes that Alex took out, pulling a knife out of a pocket on the overalls and snapping it open to get inside the box. As for her scent, it was lavendar and sage... That told you that she might believed in cleansing energy with sage and that peace and calm came with lavendar. Oh she drove away evil spirits and made people calm alright. Just not with a sage stick and some lavendar oil. "He meant you are playing fairy godmother... godfather.. guardian.." Pulling out a camera from one box she started pulling the plastic off of it. Looking more at what she was doing than the people around her at the moment. [d]
Miss Shaylen: "Castiel," she nodded. At least she didn't call him Mr. Creepy to his face. Slinging the strap of her purse higher on her shoulder, she would wrap her arms around herself in an almost protective fashion, pursing her lips as she looked toward the sound of the boxcutter slicing through tape. -d-
Placenia Hosea: Angels and vampires, how well does that go? It was a little surprise knowing there was a separation between the two races, what with them being "devils" to the heavenly species. There was not much he said except nodding to the popping up man that entered into someplace where thousands of customers could have watched this special effect. If there had been humans who knew of the supernatural universe wouldn't it be best to keep under low key? Doubt the fellow cared how or when he entered so he kept his mouth shut for good reason. Yeah, he'll agree with the oddity, but he found Alex someone he can talk to and hang out with when he got time to drop in every once in awhile. He looked between Castiel and Alex, still stranger than the strange. "A pleasure Cas. You should use the door." Echoing the man's choices of rather he pop in again.(d)
Angelus de Caelo: "I shall keep that in mind." He nodded to them, and then looked back at Alex. "If you need anything, you may call me. I have this..." he reached into his pocket and pulled his phone out and regarded it a moment. "Cell phone." He was still getting the hang of it. "It... perplexes me." He looked back at Alex apologetically.
Alex Vipond: "Not a problem, Cas." Alex smiled as he reached for Cas's phone, and punched in his own number. When his phone rang, he killed the call and handed the phone back to Cas. "There. Now I have your number."
Angelus de Caelo: "Thank you, Alex." He took the phone back and regarded the thing for a moment before he dropped it back into his pocket. He then looked to the others. "I will be going now." Advanced warning, but probably not needed so much as the arrival. He paused a moment, then looked at Krystal, regarding her, before he turned and walked to the door. Once outside, he simply vanished in a rustle of khaki.
KrystalFlake: Krystal glanced up watching between the two men between unwrapping half a dozen cameras that would be ready to install. She'd already started putting sensors on the doors and windows before the sheet rock had gone up, but none of it was operational yet. She'd have to do a dry run on functionality during the day when she had a lot of bodies to use as experimental rats. Krystal had paused when Castiel looked at her and she had returned the look just as simply before returning back to her work. "That is a strange... man." Yeah man. [d]
Alex Vipond: "Yes. Yes he is." Alex nodded and looked to the others. "And apparently is ... looking out for me." He paused, a scowl marring his brow. "God, I hope he doesn't do that at home when...." One brow rose as he contemplated the possibility. "Well at least he'd get an education."
Miss Shaylen: "Creepy," Shay would chime in, watching as he walked out the door. Immediately after, she would look at Alex, laughing softly as she caught on to what he was saying. -d-
KrystalFlake: Krystal looked up with a brow raised. "Now that really depends on what you were doing. It could tramatize him. Not that I'm saying you are kinky and strange, but you could be for all I know." She snickered with a shake of her head and picked up one of the cameras to walk down one end of a finished hall and snagged a step ladder along the way. She wanted to make sure she was going to have up what she wanted and what was needed. [d]
Placenia Hosea: That reminded him! Neither didn't get a chance to exchange a phone number hadn't they? Looking to Alex hoping they can keep in touch since this could be a better time as any so he flipped out his Verizon. "Alex? May I have your number? I thought it best we can perhaps keep informed and everything?" Strange? Pfft, if wishes were ponies. How does someone like that end up with ..well, Alex for instance? Something about him made him suspicious just by watching the fellow. It doesn't add up does it? Last he heard, vamps ran when they saw someone with a halo. Uh huh. Not all, most really never deal with holy anything if you ask him.(d)
Miss Shaylen: "Anyways..." she said, looking around before glancing back to Alex, "I should be going." Alex and the others seemed busy, besides, she had to stop back at Rendezvous to hide Jake's gifts before going home to him. Between his birthday, the wedding and Father's Day, there were quite a few. "It was nice seeing you again, though," she added, taking a step forward to give him another hug and squeezing him tightly. "Maybe we could all get together sometime," she suggested. Then she'd turn and smile to Krystal and Hosea, smiling and saying, "It was nice meeting you both." With that, she would retrace her steps to the door. -d-
KrystalFlake: Yeah that would do, thought to herself as she stood on the stool and held the camera above her head pointing in the direction she wanted it to go. It was the right size not to be too noticable so she was happy with it. Hopping down from the stool she walked back out and set the camera down. "I'll start putting these up tomorrow." She smiled at Shay and nodded her head. "Nice to meet you too." Looking over at Alex. "I will be back in the morning. I need to get some shut eye. Stay out of trouble." Not really, but it was one of those things that you said. And then she was heading out the door to head on home and get in some real clothes for the night. [d] Alex Vipond: "Oh, yeah. It’s 206-555-1133." Alex nodded. "And if you can't get me there, you can try my manager. at 206-719-5525." Alex smiled at Shay, gave her a hug and then waved as she made her way out. "That would be great." He nodded and looked back at Krystal as she was heading out. "Okay. Catch you later."
Placenia Hosea: That's not such a bad idea, he didn't always have one for big crowds but they can be very useful when putting on a nice facade from the public. They could do that, get together. All of them who met up can use quality moments getting to know one another. Everyone so busy, he leaned against the counter as more slimmed out. "It's just us, and Cas right? You know what? I had a run in with a very large feline one night." A chuckle. Didn't Alex pinpoint his fears about Jaguars, holy cow he eventually tamed the girl being the caller of such powerful kitties that called to him when they are needed. The chaos with car flipping, losing something worth tons of dollars to get back up and running smoothly. "Thanks. Mine is right here." Tapping in the digits to his wireless sending so that when he called Alex's cell, the information he exchanged was complete. "Have it?" He asked in confirmation. "Gracias, Senor' Alex. We should keep updated, it'll be very helpful in the future. Those numbers is to the Mask or my phone, you'll probably sometimes get my assistant should I be out then." His assistant was a woman who took all his phone calls, the lovely Abigail also met with potential applicants whose looking for work or have questions needing answers.(d)
Alex Vipond: Alex checked his phone, saved Cas's call, then Hosea's digits were added to his contacts as well. "Never hurts. Have you heard anything of late of the troubles had recently? Seems someone was snatching various people off the streets. Exotic folk. Like us." And lycans, and witches. Two of those taken he knew, but he'd been on the road when it went down.
Placenia Hosea: He is the Historian around these parts, people come to him for answers they probably don't have any clue what could be the problem. His field was he could pick up something very old, study it. Tell you what he thinks so many don't go against his theories, but if he didn't know he'll let you know up front. A curl of his lips, most issues were left to those who maybe able to deal with it on their own unless he was drawn into it. "Not really, no. I had to face a Jaguar. My life depended on not killing it." Enough said, he could in defensive purposes. "Wannabes?" A quirk of his brow.(d)
Alex Vipond: "Black market slave trade, dealing in 'exotics'." he shook his head, his expression clearly stating how distasteful he found it. "Bastards kept a couple of friends of mine locked up for a time. They were dealt with, though."
Placenia Hosea: He is the Historian around these parts, people come to him for answers they probably don't have any clue what could be the problem. His field was he could pick up something very old, study it. Tell you what he thinks so many don't go against his theories, but if he didn't know he'll let you know up front. A curl of his lips, most issues were left to those who maybe able to deal with it on their own unless he was drawn into it. "Not really, no. I had to face a Jaguar. My life depended on not killing it." Enough said, he could in defensive purposes. "Wannabes?" A quirk of his brow.(d)
Alex Vipond: "Black market slave trade, dealing in 'exotics'." he shook his head, his expression clearly stating how distasteful he found it. "Bastards kept a couple of friends of mine locked up for a time. They were dealt with, though."
Placenia Hosea: Oh! Exotics, like them. Shit! He was looking at possibilities that a hunter maybe involved as their hatred for the kind existing is not unheard of. There have been angels he knew in Spain that killed endless "demon-like" creatures, makes you want to look at all suspects in that area. "Are you aware who it could be? Being that I'm Curator of the Occult Museum, that same individual could end up there without knowing he or she may have been under my nostrils the entire time. Lots do frequent there as it is a booming business, it's also more silent so no idea. This person, the snatcher you mentioned sounds like a professional." Criminals do often go places that is secluded, quiet areas is a common choice. Unless what Alex was speaking of was one of the maniac types who ventured into larger groups then planted bombs. Crazy, very much so. He looked down picturing someone of a description who'd go to such measures. "And good, glad you guys took care of them" He added.(d)
Alex Vipond: "Who ever was behind it was damned careful. His men didn't even know who he was. TC managed to catch one of the ones who had taken Abby, and he was ... questioned. Vigorously. But he didn't know anything and it was gathered that was the way the operation ran, a lot of underlings, none of whom knew who the man giving the orders was."
Placenia Hosea: He kept out of things like that, got damn people were the very reason he chose to be in the shadows. Hosea held a mystery about him he likes to keep to himself, glad to see Alex was okay that's all that mattered to him. It wasn't just him being a fellow creature of the night, something more to that left him thankful to have met him. In some part of his origins friendships were hard to come by where he often learned. It's all he ever did more of. Listening carefully, the part about Abby taken. A female of all things. "Hell! That's awful. Luckily she is fine. A group or organization sometimes is filled with the one controlling everything, doesn't mean those following them is doing more than showing how much he can strike fear into them. Using ultimatums, sometimes their about using one's vulnerabilities if they feel you won't budge." How does he know this? His father, a general in the war as he watched him. Tactics became a skill he adopted so operations such as what Alex described, told Hosea how well he knew how most like this happens all the time.(d)
Alex Vipond: "In this case, it wasn't so much the leader having instilled great fear in them, as it was more that he was simply cautious enough to not let them know who he was. Most had never laid eyes on the man." He shook his head. "They were well financed, and well organized."
Placenia Hosea: A nod, since Alex had elaborated what with the guy who kept his face mask on. He was aware that the man didn't want his underlings jabbering to someone of his description. "I could understand that. Have to keep them guessing?" Shaking his head. "What he did, I would not have forgiven." Abby was a woman, any male who even struck upon her face was a shame in his eyes. Period. That he knew better. (d)
Alex Vipond: "One day I hope to catch up to him and discuss my displeasure with his actions." No, they hadn't caught him. "Course I'll have to take a number. The entire pack is highly pissed at him." He shrugged, and then slipped his DoubleMint from his pocket, the pack offered out to Hosea. "Gum?"
Placenia Hosea: Biting his lower lip, the darkness swimming in his soul and heart during their talk with a male like that. If he was to run into the dude in an alleyway, the fellow will writhe in pleasure where he leaves him. Nothing came of the wicked intentions. Luckily, the man's name wasn't spoken from Alex's orifice. "Ah, he could be in another city or left the state. Keep under low profile mayhaps you think?" Goes under new name, could easily change appearances. See much during his years, if he's smart that's exactly what he'll do. Criminals usually return with a vengeance once they've escaped. "Don't go looking for him. He'll eventually come back." Don't they always? Some do change their lives around, that's often rare. Gum? Shakes his head. "I'm good. Really." He chose to stick to a liquid diet, if it isn't girls nor sex to some one on one erotic sessions he'll have to decline. A reminder his ardeur needed feeding, badly. Not good. "I..I..must go. Alex? Call me sometime." Getting up, he smiled. Then made his exit. (d)
Alex Vipond: When Hosea declined, Alex pulled a piece for himself, swapping out the old for the new. He'd become enamored of the gum when it came out in 1914 and had been chewing it since. "He could well be doing the same in another city. Sasha discovered during her investigation that several missing persons cases, in several other states were of similar victims." He shrugged. "She's keeping an eye on ViCAP." After Hosea left, Alex went back to his wall, the roller taken up again. He cranked up the tunes, and Bon Jovi would be heard rocking out as once more roller touched paint to wall.
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Post by Alex Vipond on May 20, 2013 10:45:50 GMT -8
KrystalFlake: Krystal had gone home after exhausting herself at a gym. It wasn't a good substitute for feeding, but it took the physical strength out of her to wander around and do something she probably shouldn't have at the time. The studio was quiet at the moment, little early for the workers still. They'd start straggling in before long. She was straddling a ladder and putting a camera at one end of a hall at the moment. Wearing skinny blue jeans and a tank top with a concert shirt, neck cut out, that hung off one shoulder she didn't really have the installer or construction vibe going on for her. She was also currently barefoot since her heels were sitting on top of the spool where the boxes had been stacked last night. She'd felt inspired and come in to work. Some people wrote music, Krystal worked on security systems. Piecing things together in her head made her feel better sometimes. After seeing Castiel last night she really wanted to just scrub her brain and think about work. Just thinking about the encounter made her want to feel violent and she couldn't figure out why... exactly. [d]
Alex Vipond: Alex pulled up out front, a fresh set of grubby clothes on, a different, and paint free bandana on his head as he parked the Benz and slid out. With a cup of Starbucks in one hand, and his keys in the other, he crossed the walk and hit the lock button twice, waiting for the chirp that would tell him it was in fact, locked and the alarm set. He knew he wouldn't have to unlock the door as he felt her long before he reached the it. Well, that and her jeep was out front. A smirk touched his lips at his own thoughts, yes, he was self-amused, and easily so it seemed, and he pulled the door open, stepping in. "If I had known you'd be here so early, I would have brought two cups. Guess it's a good thing it's a venti." Pulling his shades off, he slid them into the neck of his t-shirt, and watched her balancing act on the ladder. "You know, you should have someone spotting you on that ladder, just in case." Rolling his gum over to the other side of his mouth, he set the cup down on the spool and peeled out of his jacket. It was draped over a hand truck that was settled off to the side. Sooner or later he'd have a coat rack. For now he had construction grunge.
KrystalFlake: She tucked her hair behind her ear as she looked down, a smile on her lips at the mention of coffee. "I was too in a zone this morning to pick some up, but I'll be happy to drink some of your's. As long as you don't have cooties." A small laugh spilled from her and she set down the drill that had the screw bit on it and looked at her perched position. "Well, looks like you spotted me right away. I am hard to miss." Yes, she had known what he meant she was just pulling his leg. "Much like you I'm not easily broken. Or I could just make something lewd up about being a gymnast at one time and having excellent balance and flexibility." You know whatever sounded more entertaining at the time. [d]
Alex Vipond: "I am happy to report I am cootie free." He smirked and picked the cup up, moving toward her. "Hope you like caramel macchiato. I’m.... experimenting with my beverages and it sounded good." When she started cracking jokes about being on the ladder, he cracked up. "Yes you and I have no doubt. You cause a stir every time you walk in. I keep expecting OSHA to come in and investigate why some of these guys are hitting their hands with hammers or worse, drills..." He smirked again and offered the cup up to her.
KrystalFlake: Reaching down she took the offered cup and sipped from it before handing it back down. "Good, I think my favorites have to be the white chocolate raspberry and the white chocolate peppermint." As to the comment about the workers she grinned and rolled a shoulder in a shrug that was hardly innocent in nature especially with the words following. "I tend to try out seeing what clothes work best to get them the most distracted. Call it a secret enjoyment in knowing you are wanted." Her hands curled on the edge of the top of the ladder where she was sitting. "I think OSHA will go away happy if either of us happens to be around, just for two different reasons." [d]
Alex Vipond: Alex cracked up again. "Oh, I have no doubt." He nodded. "So, what do we have going in, standard, heat or infrared?" He wouldn't be able to tell the difference by looking, unless it was stamped on the side. He glanced around, noting the progress and speculating. "We may well be able to start moving things in before the week is out." Between Alex's demolishing of the existing walls in record time (there was more than one reason to be thankful for vampire speed and strength), the crews working overtime and Krystal's coming in at all hours much as he did, he could see it happening.
KrystalFlake: "I decided just to make them all the combination. You can change the modes on them as needed or have it set on one in particular. Kill the flock with a boulder." Swinging her leg around as she stood up Krystal made her way down the ladder to where he was standing. She wasn't hurrying, but her slow pace was probably a little quicker than some normal paced workers. Plus she didn't require a whole lot of sleep to be able to function. Stealing the cup from him again she took a drink. "Should definitely grab a cheese danish for me next time. Just assume I'm here for the durration till it's finished." Grinning she placed the cup back in his hand and padded down the hall into the control room that he had been painting the night before. "I have one camera in here, but I also put up a motion sensor that can be armed. Your system is going to be trickier than most considering your unique needs... for things that go bump in the night not just regular thieves." [d]
Alex Vipond: "Cool." He nodded as she came down the ladder. "Cheese Danish. Got it." Lifting the cup he took a drink, rolling the coffee around in his mouth like wine before finally swallowing it. He looked at the cup speculatively. "I could get used to this stuff." Just imagine. A vampire wired on Starbucks. Like he doesn't bounce around like a Jack Russell Terrier now. Look out Seattle, here comes Alex! He looked back at Krystal as he took another drink. "Cool, what spectrum of that scale do you think Cas rests on?" Curious mostly but it would be good to know the angel was there, before he caused Alex to jump out of his boots.
KrystalFlake: Her arms folded as she considered the question. She had really been trying not to think of the creature that had appeared the night before. There was something off about him that she couldn't quite put her finger on, but that she knew set off alarm bells that she didn't like. Her lips pressed together. "He'll set off the motion undoubtedly because he it just as solid as you or I. At least in theory." Thinking about the others though she had to give it more thought. "Honestly I'm not sure, but thermal might pick him up best. Energy itself gives off a temperature signature, even you cold as death will give off a signature. I run about as hot as your friend Mars. I didn't get close enough to tell you for sure." And that was probably a good thing as she wasn't sure it wouldn't tigger a reaction that would have them trying to wipe memories. [d]
Alex Vipond: "Trust me, he's solid." Alex nodded. Cas had definitely been solid when he'd gotten gut raped, there was no reason to think otherwise now. His lips twisted a bit as his expression fell slightly. "I'm not that cold. My temp happens to run at a cool 95, 96..." He shrugged. Okay so technically, 95 was where hypothermia set in. And people wondered why vampires couldn't knock women up... Okay so maybe most didn't, but he did, and he'd researched it. "As for Castiel, he seems perfectly human in temp."
KrystalFlake: "Seeming perfectly human doesn't make it so. I mean I seem perfectly human don't I?" She smiled and held her arms out and gave a little turn. Aside from running a little hot most people couldn't figure out what she was. Even those of the supernatural variety had a hard time picking out what she was exactly. Mostly because her kind was on the rare side of the spectrum. Different shifters and vampires were far more common in their things that go bump in the night world. "If I didn't explain what I was, what do you think you'd call me?" Her thumbs hooked into the back pocket of her jeans, hip cocked to one side as those blue eyes landed on him. [d]
Alex Vipond: "I'd say succubus." Knowing her feeding habits helped. "Then again, you could be Belle Morte, but... Naw..." he shook his head. "You don't drink, and you consume food, so... Succubus." He took another drink of that coffee and failed completely to see the irony in the act. He then offered the cup back to her. Cheese Danish. He would have to get Meghan one so he could taste it.
KrystalFlake: "Blood doesn't hold much value to me, not that it doesn't get spilled." She grinned. "Most people wouldn't be able to pick out what I was. Tasty comes up a lot, but that just makes it easier to me." If you hadn't encountered someone like her and knew what to call her it was hard to say. Her burning hot probably confused some and to others they might confuse her with a shifter of some kind. "Demon is another word you could use as to what I am." [d]
Alex Vipond: "According to the Apocrypha, we're all descendants of Lilith and Asmodeus." He nodded, and then crammed his theology back into the box. "Been a long time since my studies with the Church though so I could be a bit rusty..." Yes, he'd been a religious man, at one time. One couldn't have called him devout, he'd been too busy chasing women, which... also lead to his rather distruptive relationship with Alea and his ultimate transformation. "You ever meet someone you know you should stay away from, but you just can't seem to not?" That was Alea. She'd been addictive. Like any drug could be. Had he gone home before she'd turned him, he could have gotten out from under her spell.... Maybe. Maybe not. But he'd not tried. He'd missed his sister getting married, missed the birth of her child, all because he couldn't get out from between Alea's thighs. At the time, he didn't think much of it, but later, he knew she'd likely compelled him. And then she'd turned him, tainted him with her strain. KrystalFlake: "Yes, I have and it's nearly gotten me killed in the past." Krystal had never been religious, her father had never encouraged it. Maybe because he didn't want her to know what she or he was until he was ready to tell her himself. Krystal was a little bitter about the fact she had to find out about it on her on and in the worst way as well. "But I've also been the cause of it. You can get addicted to a succubus feeding from you. Humans are more susceptible to it than other creatures. It is in theory possible with other creatures, but their natural resistance is much higher. Most just like the benefits of what I offer." Yeah she was fairly certain she'd turned than one person crazy on an addiction that there was no drug substitute for. She had compulsion in her bag of tricks, but once you were an addict well there was just no turning back. "It's why I prefer people I will only see once. It's safer that way." [d]
Alex Vipond: "Yeah we tend to avoid feeding from the same person too often. They can ... catch, for a lack of a better word, the strain if things get a little too ... intense. All it takes is an exchange of blood and..." He shrugged. "I used to think death had to be part of it, but apparently not so much. Close to is apparently all it takes."
KrystalFlake: "Well, good thing I'm not contageous. This world would be in trouble if my kind were." She laughed and wandered out of the control room. "We are born what we are. Though it seems we come in different breeds so to speak. Something like vampires." Which was weird to think of it that way, but they were definitely different if she looked at herself and Arianna. It might have had more to do with her parentage. "I think what I am or rather can be has to do with my father." Krystal stopped at the spool and picked up a heel at a time and slipped them on her feet. "I'll show you some time." And that made her snicker. [d]
Alex Vipond: Laughing he shook his head. "I think that might be a bad idea." He took another drink of that coffee. Yes, he was fast getting addicted. He'd be at Starbucks at all hours, trying to score a double latte. "So what made you get into security? I mean with me, music was ... in my blood, so to speak. My mother was musically inclined and encouraged me, much to my father's displeasure. He would have far rather seen me take an interest in weaponry and combat training, but..." He shrugged.
KrystalFlake: What made her get into security. Good question. "My Father worked for someone in a similar capacity in a less than legal setting. I guess it's just in my blood as your music was. I doubt he would have wanted me working for the man he did, but still I had it in my blood to be observant and used that to my advantage." she had a lot less centuries under her belt than Alex did as she was only in her 30s. Maybe some day it would be even more beneficial and she'd be better at her job. "I got into a lot of trouble and my best friend ended up dead. I threw everything I had into the one thing that I knew. Somehow as much as I've tried to get away from our world I get sucked into it. Why not use what I know to help others?" She parked her ass on the large spool and let her legs hook together at the ankle and swing lightly. "Music wasn't manly enough for him?" [d]
Alex Vipond: "Something like that. He would have preferred I were more like my cousin, wading into battle, fighting the English, some of which were also related..." He shrugged. "I suffered through his tutelage and he suffered through my teaching. As soon as I was dismissed, I would put my weapons away, and haul ass for my music." He smiled. "Mother indulged, father I think would have preferred it if I were gay. At least then he could have understood the desire, the drive. It wasn't that he didn't enjoy music, he simply didn't see the passion of it. He could take it or leave it. I... couldn't leave it. Too long from it and my fingers would actually start to itch with the need to play..."
KrystalFlake: "I think that fathers have not changed much in some regard. They want their sons to be successful as much as possible and as macho." She laughed and shook her head. Curling her fingers on the edge of the spool as she leaned forward to look down at her painted toe nails. "I think mine would have preferred that I was nothing like him and that I'd been perfectly human. Alas... such is the weakness of the fallen. Human women. And so they had sons and daughters. His banishment damned his daughter." [d]
Alex Vipond: "Well, some parents pass on congenital diseases, yours passed on something ... similar, yet wholly unique to the human condition." He moved to park his ass on the spool next to her and offered out the coffee. "Father wanted me to follow in his footsteps and I cannot fault him for that. Most do. After my parents deaths, I continued my arms training. It was as if I didn't want to disappoint him. And I know if I had ceased, I would have." He nodded. "After I left Alea, I traveled a good deal. Seeking answers, seeking balance. Found it with various sects of monks in China. Occasionally I would return to church, confess my sins, which... were numerous. Some quite grievous, but I was never repulsed as others would be, getting so near the devout. Entering the house of God didn't fill me with trepidation but a sense of peace that until recently, I never understood."
KrystalFlake: She took up the cup that he handed her and sipped from it before holding it between her hands. Glancing out the glass in front of them and the slight milling of the morning activity passing on the street. "Yes, that he did. I think a part of him hoped that teaching me to be good I could help him atone for his own sins. Fat lot of good it did, I still work with criminals and things that go bump in the night." She nudged his shoulder with a small smile. She could understand what he meant by not wanting to feel as if you'd failed them in some way. She didn't care much for her mother, but that was a whole different episode of Springer. "What did you come to understand about yourself?" Krystal wasn't much about going in to churches, but she didn't burst into flames when she entered one either. She didn't imagine that most like her did any such thing. Mostly her theory was based off of parentage. Her father had once been divine and God being the benevolent being that he was left the door open for one day that his flock would return to him. Krystal just had a habit of blaspheming in the house of worship. [d]
Alex Vipond: "That I am a freak of nature. I'm not human, but I'm not like others of my kind. I have a conscience." And a soul but that was a whole other can of worms. "But that's why Castiel hangs around now. Sometimes I think he's there, even when I can't see him. Like he's making sure I'm alright or some shit, and that no one has gotten their claws into me. Which... apparently is a strong possibility. But I refuse to hide. Not going there. Once you start it's hard to unstart and things are going too well. The time I have for this is limited. My career has a shelf life, even if I don't."
KrystalFlake: "Got yourself a guardian angel." She glanced at his profile. Vampires with a conscience were a rare breed all on their own. A vampire with a soul was probably nearly impossible. "Why would it matter to him who got their claws in you? Afraid that someone is going to exploit you or is it something more than that?" The coffee was passed back after she took another sip, leaning back on her hands. "Everything has a shelf life, sometimes you just don't know the date. We are not immortal after all. Your career though, you might be able to get a decade or two out of it before fading off into obscurity for half a century or more while your fans slowly die out." Morbid thought, but not like he could make a resurgance sooner than that. Honestly you couldn't really make it big again while people who might know who you were could still be very much alive. In another 70 years though those that might know who he was would be slimming in numbers. Probably a good thing that she wasn't in an industry that cared about names and faces beyong trust built to do a job the right way. [d]
Alex Vipond: "Well apparently Castiel seems to think there are those who could use me, twist me to their purpose. Apparently I am ... .quite the commodity: A rare breed." He shrugged. "But it does explain why I have never really fit in with my kind." He nodded. "The former Temoin of the city, and even Sebastian who was once Master of the City, never knew what to make of me. I was too ... connected, too grounded, too modern for someone my age. And Ivarr, well I just pissed him the fuck off, all the way around. He hated me and everything I stood for, and he most especially hated that I won the girl." Alex smirked. "A girl who had no interest in him, what so ever, and when I protected her from his mind fuckery, it really pissed him the hell off."
KrystalFlake: "Vampires are typically pretty territorial creatures to begin with. Even if you weren't special in some way I am sure Ivarr would have been pissed off that you won the girl. No matter by what means you did it." Too connected and too grounded weren't bad things in her eyes. In fact it probably made it easier for Alex to live a life under the radar that he didn't run icy death all the time. "I'd never met another of my kind till Arianna and even then she's not quite the same kind as me. I think that sometimes there just happens to be a right place and right time circumstance that makes some of us different." She blew up and then shook her head to get the hair out of her face. "You can use it for making the world a better place or a shit hole. Really our own differences are no different than a human being able to make a difference in this world with a unique ability to have people believe in them." Of course some of the people that had made a difference over the centuries in her opinion could never have been fully human. [d]
Alex Vipond: "I won the girl by not being a dick." He laughed. "I don't think being a long haired musician hurt any." He smiled. "Maybe that's why I started Life Force Enterprises. We're close to getting FDA approval on our cloned blood. And I can attest to the flavor of it." chuckling, he shook his head. "But yeah I do try to do what I can to help." He showed her his forearm, the tattoo there running up it in script that said 'Donate Life'. “Someone I knew was in need of a kidney transplant, and the waiting list was ungodly... Donate Life raises awareness of the need for organ donation."
KrystalFlake: "I dunno. Some girls like a dick." She smirked and then then laughed at his cloned blood taste comment. "Well you are going to have to make sure that it comes in a variety of flavors undoubtedly." You know I'd like a warmed Type O negative in a brandy glass. "It's a shame that more of us can't expose ourselves to help those in need. I have no doubt that if we did we'd be under a microscope and disected for our organs, blood and whatever abilities we could bring to the table. I don't think that anyone who actually knew in whole wouldn't take advantage of it." Humans were not looking for alien life to make friends with they wanted to study and exploit them. "Could you imagine if they could find a cure to cancer, HIV or neurological diseases just by sampling one of us?" She shook her head. No there didn't need to be a whole planet of live forevers. [d]
Alex Vipond: "It would be open season." He nodded. "We are hoping to be able to clone organs in another score of years. Whether or not we get FDA approval on it..." He shrugged. "One step at a time. Blood first, it's less... Star Trek, you know?" He held up his hand in the classic, Live Long and Prosper sign, then flashed rock and roll horns at her. "The marvels of modern science. In my day it would have been condemned as witchcraft and the practitioners burned at the stake."
KrystalFlake: "They are getting there with organs. Got mice growing separate ones from their stem cells. Now if only we could get them to approve it. Till then they have that awesome machine that prints out 3D models that don't function." Krystal shook her head yeah that was SciFi to be sure. Blood didn't seem so strange and there was always a need for it so it wouldn't be as taboo she supposed. "Seems like a very logical path there." Taking stab at the Star Trek reference. "You wouldn't look good blackened and crispy I'm sure." [d]
Alex Vipond: Alex chuckled. "Crisp is not a good look on me. I have had occasion to run from torch bearing mobs a time or two." He nodded. "It's not fun." Ever. Once was more than enough. "We live in an age of great discovery, but I am afraid Steven Hawkins is right. We need now, more than ever to look toward the stars, because I do believe we have abused this planet about all she can take."
KrystalFlake: "Hawkins also doesn't believe in God or the Devil. I think in order to survive on this planet people need to start being able to embrace the unexplainable. It's why we can't expose what we are to just anyone." Individual humans could be controlled, but humans had a tendancy to be paranoid in mobs. They found strength in numbers over the worst causes. I mean really just look at Westboro or PETA. There was always good and bad, but until people could even get over racism and bigotry this world was going to suck on a whole with the population. "You also have to have someone in office that doesn't cut all funding to a space project or see more independant projects being successful." She turned and looked at him with a dead serious expression. "This planet is screwed." And then she laughed because honestly what else could you do. [d]
Alex Vipond: "Tommy Lee Jones said it best. A person is smart. People are dumb, panicky, dangerous animals...” He chuckled. "We're so fucked it's not funny. Sad thing is, we could have influenced things for the better, but we failed to do so. We were so intent on our own inner trials and tribulations, staying out of the scope of human problems that we didn't realize those problems are ours as well. I mean seriously, what are we going to do in case a zombie apocalypse does in fact wipe out the human race? There goes our main food supply."
KrystalFlake: "It's a good thing that you are looking at a synthetic version. People like me would have to rely on those of you surviving on that. Orgy at Alex's place!" Of course as she said that last bit the first of the crew was arriving and she snorted a little bit of a laugh and leaned over. Whispering to him. "They don't even know how real the possibility of zombies are. Wait till those doomsday preppers are really the ones that were right." She was laughing and trying to hide her face from the one she got a strange look from. [d]
Alex Vipond: Alex cracked up, he couldn't help it; the timing was just too funny. He damned near fell off the spool. Once he was under control he leaned and whispered back. "And it's not synthetic, it's the real thing. Cloned, not synthesized. Though with RH negative blood, it's a little more complicated. RH blood is more common, but it's harder to clone blood that lacks it. So far it's been a failure, but it can be genetically 'pharmed'." He shrugged. "The brains at Harvard are the ones who know all the ins and outs but it tastes the same to me. The only thing lacking is the tactile sensation of fang to flesh." As he described it, he kept his voice low, between the two of them and those workers were likely wondering, especially after Krystal's comment, what the pair was up to. He straightened and looked at the one who was looking at them, and one brow rose in that 'what?' gesture.
KrystalFlake: She was trying really hard not to keep laughing at the situation. They were trying to talk about something that was fairly serious, but couldn't just up and talk about feeding off someone's energy or sucking their blood. That might fall under some strange fetish to most people though. As Alex sat up she turned those bright blue eyes on the man that was looking at them. Instead of looking guilty she widened her eyes and raised both brows in that wouldn't you like to know way. Of course being called out he ended up being the one looking guilty. Krystal hadn't sat up or changed her posture at all. Honestly when she started feeling guilty about a conversation she was going to have serious problems in her life. "Nothing can compare to the real thing." [d]
Alex Vipond: "I will admit there is a draw to getting fang to flesh..." He shrugged. "With the bottled though, it's simply a lack of the tactile sensation. I use a baby bottle warmer and warm it up to a tasty 98.6 and that's that...." Chuckling he regarded her a moment. "It's not like I don't get fangy with Meghan, but at that point it's about sex, not feeding. It's ... erotic."
KrystalFlake: Her head swiveled and leaned back onto her shoulder with it tilted to the side looking at him. "I told you for me it's hand in hand. I mean I can without the sex part, but I mean why would I if I don't have to. I've done it where I didn't have much of a choice or to settle things down at a club." She sat up and leaned toward him. "Have you thought about how you might convince them to switch? I mean you yourself have said you are not the typical. How do you take someone who's a hunter by nature and domesticate them?" [d]
Alex Vipond: "Feeding from a human, I would have to either have more than one source, or nearly drain the source at hand to the point of death. Not an option for me." He shook his head. "So I am bottle fed. Ironic, really, since I'm a breast man. And leg... And the small of the back...." Yes he kind of zoned out as he pictured all of Meghan's parts that were his favorite. Basically all of her. He drew in a breath and let it out slowly, brow furrowing as he looked back at Krystal. "What was I saying?"
KrystalFlake: "I think you were saying that humans are tasty but ineffcient." She laughed and shook her head looking at him. "Honestly I'm in the same boat without the options. It would be nice to find something regular that's just as fun for both." He had zoned and well in those moments it drew her attention in a way that she had to dial back a part of her. Talk like that could make a girl hungry. [d]
Alex Vipond: "I wouldn't say inefficient. Simply I have no desire to kill and I'm a one woman kind of guy. Not that I haven't had my share of.... partying, but I was single then. Too, no one has ever touched me as Meghan has. She is a part of me. I can live without her the same as I can live without music. Not at all."
KrystalFlake: "That's why some like you surround themselves with people like Mars. They are far more effcient and less likely to die. There is always a way. Some are a better source than others. Meghan and you are lucky to have found one another. It's not every day you find that." She nodded sagely, she'd seen it a couple of times and it wasn't always a good thing. Sometimes it was almost self-desctructive to find someone like that. Sliding off the spool she stood up and turned around, patting a hand on his knee. "I've got to see if the UPS guy has come yet since I ordered more toys. And I really have to meet this Meghan of your's. She sounds inspiring. Don't forget my danish and coffee tomorrow morning." She laughed and snagged her keys from the spool. "I think you should keep this thing. It makes a good table and chair." Laughing she waggled her fingers as she started out. "See you later Alex." [d]
Alex Vipond: "At this point I don't think I could not get aroused by biting, and no offense to Mars, but I just don't see him that way." He cracked up at the thought. "Would make my father do flips in his grave though with the 'I knew it!' battle cry." He chuckled and nodded. "Soon and yeah." he patted the spool. "At the very least, make it picnic table out back for those who smoke Catch you later, Krystal."
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Post by Alex Vipond on May 22, 2013 7:44:29 GMT -8
Alex Vipond: Things were going well, progress was exceeding expectations. The dampeners and sound proofing were being installed in the sound rooms and carpeting had gone in that morning. The wall trim and baseboards were being installed and Alex was standing back, watching. He'd gotten all the paint done over the last couple of days, and he was champing at the bit so to speak to get the equipment moved in from his space at Studio Seven.
KrystalFlake: It was late and quiet. Krystal was glad to see minimal activity as she parked the Jeep and headed into the studio and office. Gladiator sandals and khaki capris with a blue tank. Her hair was swept up into a messy bun and she had a frozen concoction of caramel in her hand as she breezed through the door. Things were coming along nicely and they were starting to clean up more so that Alex could get busy with his paint roller. He seemed to really enjoy it, maybe he had missed his calling in painting? Something to fall back on when that music career didn't work out for him? As things were going along she could see where he was going to be able to move things in soon and where more work needed to be done. Sucking her drink through the straw she was watching Alex supervise the oh so thrilling trim being put up. You know if he kept having this kind of fun she was going to be jealous. Okay probably not. [d] Alex Vipond: Alex would try his hand at frescos someday. Maybe. They were an artistic bunch. In the meantime he had his radio controlled boat, sub and plane to play with, which he'd not done so yet. He'd been busy. He'd get to it, sooner or later. Right now he was just damned glad to have his studio and offices coming together. He stood back, studying the place, no indication given of his awareness of her presence until he spoke. Still, he was regarding his handiwork. "Okay, so what do think?" Sure, he could have pulled it from her mind without trying if she were open and relaxed, but that would just ruin the fun of conversing. He rather liked talking to people. KrystalFlake: If Alex started picking at her brain she was going to use her mojo on him for evil. Fair was fair after all. That and she wasn't big on telepathic conversations. Walking up beside him she tilted her head to the side. "I dunno. Maybe you need some flowers and some pink in here." She was kidding, if you couldn't tell by the smirk on her lips. "It's coming together well though. Who knows at this rate at the end of the week you could probably start moving some stuff into the control room and studio." She glanced over her shoulder toward the office. "That on the other hand is going to need a lot more work to make it look nice and inviting." Because you wanted to make sure people felt welcome right? [d]
Alex Vipond: Alex gave her the Al Borland, "I don't think so, Tim..." then smirked as he pulled his attention from the room and looked at her. "I'm thinking so. In fact, I do believe I should be able to start moving in by week's end. The crews have been great, and they've been really good with coordinating their schedules." Yes, he was impressed. It was kind of hard not to be when things had gone so smoothly.
KrystalFlake: "It's a good thing, but I think they are trying to make up for drill dropping when us women are around." She grinned and sipped the drink walking down the hall where the control room was. "Have you picked out other colors for the rest of the place or we looking mostly at red and cream color?" Krystal picked out the house she was in because of all the crazy colors that were in it. [d]
Alex Vipond: "I think this is pretty much it. I'm going to do some color texture, but other than that... What you see is what you get." he nodded, and wandered after her, seeing the place as it would be, full of stuff. "Yeah I was just really outgrowing the studio at Javier's. I didn't have enough room. It was great at the time, but it's time has come and gone. I wasn't planning on going public at the time. I was just ... drifting."
KrystalFlake: Glancing over her shoulder at him there was a slight furrow of her brows. "Let me ask you a serious question.. Since you are obviously older." She had to laugh a little bit at that. Little bit was an understatement. She gestured to the room she was standing in. "How do you build this world and then just let it go when the time has gone on too long? I'm not talking the real logistics of it, I'm talking about the accomplishments, the friends, the people... How do you walk away from it all?" [d]
Alex Vipond: The smirk was immediate with her comment about his being older, but as she went on, it faded. "It's never easy. I mean, real estate, you can bequeath to your next identity, but ... you can't do that with people. You get close, you form bonds and you have to let go when the time comes. Some you simply 'lose touch' with. Others, those rare few who are let in, you watch them as they grow old, and die. You deal with the loss, and move on." He settled a hip on a crate, expression growing distant for a moment before he looked back at her. "We deal with it like anyone else would. The difference is we deal with it, for a lot longer. Some can't. Some go to ground and stay there for decades, sometimes centuries. Some keep themselves aloof, held away from the human population. The problem with that is they become nothing but a food source. Cattle to be slaughtered. And too, it's a lonely existence. You're not living. Cut off, it is all too easy to become the monsters that we're made out to be in literature. Me, personally... I would rather suffer the pain of loss, then not have felt the joys of friendship."
KrystalFlake: Krystal sat down on another of the crates that was there and poked the straw around in her drink. She wasn't old by any means, but she was starting to get to that point in her life where her looks weren't changing, she wasn't aging like the people she had known and if was going to become obvious that something was different. She might be able to get away with a decade or so. "I've tried to keep away from people not like me. Maybe that's why I do the work I do. It is transient and I don't have to worry about people getting close." Krystal hadn't stayed anywhere more than a few years at a time, but Seattle was looking like one of those places she wanted to stick around. The people that she was getting to know those were like her, time didn't have the same meaning. "As much as I am not a fan of my mother, one day I'm going to have to stop seeing her entirely. I just don't know how I am going to manage that. I am pretty sure she knows something is different, but I don't have it in me to tell her." [d]
Alex Vipond: Shifting to rest his ass on the crate and face her, he leaned slightly forward, hands held in loose clasp before him, eyes seeming to study the pattern of color in the carpeting as he grew still in that way he had, when contemplating deeply. When he finally roused himself, he straightened, gaze sliding to her. "My parents were long gone when I was turned, but I would like to think that my mother would have accepted that I was different, and that I had certain ... abilities and inabilities and that I couldn't be open with most. I think the one thing you need to ask yourself is which you would prefer. Would you rather give her the shot at understanding, knowing she could accept or reject you for it, or live your life, not knowing what if..." He shrugged. "Me, personally, I think I would rather know. And even if her initial reaction is negative, that doesn't mean that, in time, she won't come 'round."
KrystalFlake: Nodding her head as she listened she could understand that it might not be a bad thing to tell her mother, but on the other hand... I mean she had known about her father. So, it was possible that things might be alright. "I won't know unless I try I suppose." Sipping on the drink she stretched her legs out to cross them at the ankles. "I mean it can't be any worse than it is between us now. She thinks I am the spawn of Satan and I think she's sort of a bitch." She grinned around the straw and then set the drink beside her. "I do tend to try and stay away from people that don't have the same longevity as I do. I don't like getting attached to people I have to say goodbye to. I think that's why I hop around a lot. What you and Meghan have I envy, but I can't bring myself to let someone in like that." [d]
Alex Vipond: "When I met Meghan, it was instantaneous. I had to know her. I couldn't not know her. And it never even occurred to me to try." He smiled, giving a little half shrug. I came out to her, we discussed things and I was ... scared, frankly, that she wouldn't be able to handle it. That she would reject me. But she knew there was more to me than being 'fangy' and we worked through it. It's a lot to take in. I mean, first the fact that yes, I am immortal. So long as no one lights my ass on fire or something, but then there's the fact that I have been around for a while. There's quite an age difference, despite appearances and that's something one has to wrap one's mind around as well. But I knew... I knew I did not want to live without her. It wasn't that I couldn't. I could. It would have sucked ass.... But fortunately, I didn't have to find out if I could survive it, emotionally. We are bonded. So we don't have the worry of what is going to happen in fifty, sixty years when she gets older and her health begins to fail. She's not going to have that. Barring catastrophe, we will be together for a very, long, time."
KrystalFlake: "And what if you grow apart? If you fall out of love. How does that work?" Wrapping her own head around being with someone for the rest of her life was a big one. It would have to be someone who had the years, but then she wasn't a vampire so she wasn't bonding anyone to her. There was always the option to walk away from the relationship. Maybe that's what she needed, that way out. To know that she could walk away no strings attached to anything. Selfish or maybe it was a bit cowardly. Either way she wasn't sure she could do it. The people that she had let in to her heart before used it like it was a sombrero in a Mexican hat dance. [d]
Alex Vipond: "Anything is possible. I am not going to deny that, but I really don't foresee it. Not with Meghan. There have been... numerous, and nasty failed relationships, Alea being the most epic, obviously. I mean, listen to my music and you'll find more than one, someone done somebody wrong song. King of Anything was Alea. Then there's Adrienne. Nothing's Changed. Leave is another that was just ... yeah." He shrugged. "But through all that, as much as I loved and cared for those women, not one could hold a candle to Meghan."
KrystalFlake: "Okay so when I have an epic fail for a relationship I will tell you all about it and you can write a song." She laughed and uncrossed her ankles and hopped off the box. "Okay this is way too serious It's making me think I need to put on some depressing music and grab a pint of Ben and Jerry's ice cream." She hip bumped him after she walked away from the box. "So who around here is single and immortal that I won't feel like killing? I kid... sorta." Grinning she hooked a thumb behind her. "Show me what you want to do to the office." [d]
Alex Vipond: Chuckling he rose and moved with her, and then grew pensive at the question posed. "Ahhhh...." He scowled briefly. "Well I don't know about immortal, but if you're looking for a fling with a wolf... Other than that, I can't think of anyone right off that would be single or not a complete dick." He slowly shook his head. "I tend to avoid my kind, by and large."
KrystalFlake: "Wolf is right up my alley. They are tasty treats without fear of death at the end of the night." She tossed a grin over her shoulder as she walked over to the office section. "Honestly I've met and had a few encounters with your kind. I thought animals were possessive. Nope, your kind has that down in spades. Egos seem to be something universal among men no matter their... flavor so I know that's not a species issue." Laughing her thumb on her right hand hooked into her pocket. "Who gets to play secretary or are you going to don a pencil skirt with some black pumps?" [d]
Alex Vipond: "I'll hire someone. Lola is Jake's really, so I can't by all rights pull her out from under him. Besides, she's got the record shop just a few doors down. In fact, she's the one that pointed me in this direction." he grinned. "I was visiting her when she walked me down here to take a look. I suppose I should look around for someone. It's going to have to be someone I trust, implicitly," which wasn't easy to find. "I really hate compelling people into compliance."
KrystalFlake: "I have not met Lola... or Jake.. I don't think at least." Yeah she hadn't recalled ever meeting either one of them, but it didn't mean they hadn't said hello in passing and she wasn't paying attention. In fact she hadn't seen a whole lot of people outside of Alex and whoever had shown up here at the studio. Part of that was her just not getting out much. When you were working you could lose track of time and just not realize that you were missing people or not meeting people till a month went by. "I really have to get out more it seems. I apparently work too much. Though the coffee and danish can make it worth it." Woman was serious about her coffee and pastry! [d]
Alex Vipond: "Jake is my manager. Lola is his administrative assistant." Alex nodded. "Jake's on the road a lot with his various acts, and he's also the manager of Eleventh Hour, whose album was just released, prior to their starting off on tour. I am happy to say I was privileged enough to be a part of that as executive producer." He laughed over the coffee and Danish comment. "Can't fault you there, I have become quite fond of Seattle's highly prized commodity."
KrystalFlake: "Never heard of them. I seem to be living out of touch lately with music and actors. I turned on the television and couldn't even name one person on a TV show that didn't get their start in the 80s." Shaking her head she stopped where the lobby area was since she was just walking around at the moment. "What goes in to producing music? You see all these different producers in music and film. I haven't the slightest idea what they do." She really wasn't in the business to have had any reason to know. Didn't hurt to know a little more about things though. [d]
Alex Vipond: "They're metal." He nodded. "With music you have your executive producer which is more on the business side of things and your music producer which is more hands on with the song selection, project ideas, artwork, promotion. Basically the executive producer ponies up the money, and handles the legals on things. Now, you'll have a floor manager while on tour, as well who handles the logistics. Transport, hotels, security..."
KrystalFlake: "And people wonder why musicians hate working with major labels. I can open a CD cover and see different producers for every song, more than one executive and co-producers. Would give me heartburn." Laughing she found her way over to the spool that was in the center and parked her ass on it. "If there was one thing you could change about the business what would it be?" [d]
Alex Vipond: "Major labels." No hesitation what so ever. "They're on their way out as it is, but they are so geared toward the bottom line that they tend to fuck over the artists. You could sell eight million albums and not get a penny from one of them. Literally. You get these labels that are responsible for everything, they set up the producers, the mixers, and it's senseless. You can get a good engineer to mix your album for three grand a track. Big labels will front all that, handle the production and distribution but in this day and age... Amazon. iTunes. You don't need a major label to do that and with YouTube, you can self promote. So you don't need a major label handling all that for you, and then taking the biggest share if not all of your sales. There are some who have been fucked over royally and all the pay they ever see is for the writing and the merch. Nothing from album sales."
KrystalFlake: "I will just enjoy the music and not get up on a stage to sing or play any of it. Not that I could, but regardless. I've always loved going to smaller venues though. Intimate and you get to meet some great people. I think that smaller atmosphere lets you get personal with the music and the band." Leaning back on her hands she swung her legs. "That's one of the things I hate about big name acts. They are so detached from their fans. Not approachable and those that would like to be can't because they were put out there on that mass appeal and fangirl rush." [d]
Alex Vipond: "It's ... bizarre. Between the ones who try to rip your clothes off, to the ones who follow you ... literally everywhere. I had one follow me into the men's room." He nodded. "That was odd. And too, there was a time in Brazil where we were literally held at gunpoint by ten armed men. That whole trip was just bizarre. We arrived, and some of our gear didn't. I was three days into six day, six city tour and had to use someone else's guitar because my Tak was lost by the airline. It was like.. in Cleveland or some shit." Yeah. Six years later, he was still paranoid and grousing about that.
KrystalFlake: "Probably a good reason to charter a plane and watch everything get loaded yourself." It wasn't an odd thing to charter a plane for business. I mean between crew and equipment surely there was enough to them to justify = it. Okay maybe not. "And if you can't fill the plane with bodies you should auction off seats to fans to join you." Okay so she wasn't above using a fan base to get what she wanted accomplished. [d]
Alex Vipond: "I... actually bought a Gulfstream after that. I mean, technically it's the corporate jet, but I 'lease' it from LFE, and just have the cost deducted from my dividends." He shrugged. "It's worked so far. We haven't had any conflicts of scheduling. I've actually used it more this year than I have in the last few, between flying people to Hawaii for the wedding and the tour."
KrystalFlake: "Well let me know next time you are ever going to someplace lovely and tropical again so that I can find a reason to ensure your safety and get a tan." Grinning at the thought. Honestly she loved places that were hot and sunny. Then again she burned a little hot. Being cold was never a fun thing for her. [d]
Alex Vipond: "Well if Jake gets it set up, we will likely be touring Canada next, and then off with Maroon 5 this fall. Haven't heard as of yet if it's a go and it would be great exposure, but then I'm champing at the bit to get in here and get to work on the next album." Catch 22. Not even he could be in two places at once.
KrystalFlake: "Canada, the only thing I know about that place is that it produced the comedic genius of Kids in the Hall." Now why didn't they make shows like that anymore? Krystal hated most of what was on TV now. Of course she had seen that Who's Line is it anyway was coming back and she was seriously considering watching that. Eve if Drew Carey wasn't going to be hosting it. Then again he wasn't the chubby funny guy he used to be anymore. "You'll be in here soon enough working. Then Meghan will have to set up a cot to spend any time with you." [d]
Alex Vipond: One brow rose at that. "I'm lost. All I know about Canada is hockey and the McKenzie brothers." One shoulder rose and fell, before he chuckled at the comment about Meghan needing a cot. "She needs one now. I've been spending more time here than at home. Good thing is, she's been helping out with color chips and cloth swatches and all that happy stuff. She's out shopping lighting fixtures now. We're looking for some gently used things."
KrystalFlake: "You should look it up. It was a comedy show in the 90s. Very much the same line of humor as Monty Python." She wasn't old enough to have been able to appreciate them at their height of fame, but she was with kids in the hall. "I don't follow hockey, but I'm a big fan of maple syrup. Who are the McKenzie brothers?" See you learned something all the time! "Going for the more retro feel?" [d] Alex Vipond: "Rick Moranis, Dave Thomas, Second City TV... It was like Canada's version of Saturday Night Live." And then when she shifted to the decor he nodded. "Not so much retro but as odd as it may seem I tend to like things that are old. I think it's a way to keep us grounded. And face it, some things made in the last two centuries are simply more elegant than the plastic and vinyl being put out today. There's a warmth to them that is lacking in today's fixtures and furniture."
KrystalFlake: "It's just unfortunate that people think its quantity over quality. Mass marketing everything is the downfall of nice things." She shook her head, lifting one leg up to look at the criss cross of leather over the top of her feet and where her toes peeked through. Her head canting to one side. "See, Kids in the Hall to me was the Monty Python of the 90s out of Canada. I didn't really see any second city tv, but I think that's what inspired the kids in the hall. Each of them had gone on to do some crazy stuff, but only a few have ended up successful at it." [d]
Alex Vipond: "Success is sadly, more often than not, measured in dollar signs. I think doing what you love and having it sustain you, makes one successful. In fact it makes you rich in ways that cannot be measured by monetary means. I would far rather be a happy pauper, than a miserable billionaire." He shook his head. "Sounds kind of disingenuous coming from someone who owns houses he hasn't seen in years in places he hasn't set foot, in more years than he cares to remember..." One hand waved as if waving the thought away. "Regardless, it is true."
KrystalFlake: "Yes, coming from a guy who is secretly rich that is very strange. I've managed to start getting the nest egg to disappear under my belt. Having banks off shore certainly helps." She'd seen more than one person do it in her business, but she was just now starting to prepare herself for being able to disappear off the radar. It was going to be a lot harder than she thought initially. "I was just as happy without money as I am in being comfortable. I think too many people want things that they think money will help with making them happy and really don't." [d]
Alex Vipond: "I know plenty of rich people who are miserable. It's not the money that brings happiness. It's what you do and who you are. Some people are just born to be miserable." He nodded. "Ebenezer Scrooge. Fine example of such." Alex looked around the place taking it in. "Are you farming your next identity?" Looking back at her, he regarded her a long moment. "The sooner you start the better."
KrystalFlake: "I have to figure out what I want to be when I grow up. I mean I could probably do security as the jobs I take are usually unrelated, but I have been known in the industry too long. I could live on a beach for a few decades and sip drinks with umbrellas." One leg crossed over the other and she puckered her lips as they quirked to the side thoughtfully. "It really wouldn't be out of the realm to go with being a high class call girl or run them at least. I know how to keep people safe, it would be like meals on wheels for me. Tempting. I'm not really sure." How did you pick out what you wanted to do in another life that wasn't really another life since you didn't die? [d]
Alex Vipond: "I don't. When I farm identities, I start from birth. Slip the records into the system at the right place and no one questions them, which in this day and age, is a must. Medical records are created, shot records, school records. Employment records, driver's license, social security, voter registration. I had an ID get pulled for jury duty. Fortunately he was out of the country on sabbatical." He shrugged. "Now, having money and no need to work, obviously helps in doing all this. If you need your next ID farmed, I can contact my people. As for what I do... Until recently I've been something of a vagabond. Going where wind and tide take me. This is as close to 'coming out' as I have ever been."
KrystalFlake: "I think as it gets closer I will think about it. I don't honestly have to do it any time soon. It's just getting to that point that it needs to be something that I think about. I couldn't just not have an idea of what I wanted to do. I'd have to it wouldn't work just being a vagabond. I've tried that and it lasts a few months before I go back to doing what I know." Which is probably why a decade on the beach wouldn't hurt her any. Some place like Costa Rica where she could live on a beach, be near people in the tourism industry for a nice steady food supply. Hopping off the table she dusted her capris off. "Okay I am going to head out for a bit. Go marinate on some of the things we talked about. Immortality is a pain in the ass. I think if more people realized what goes into it they would not think it was all that fun." [d]
Alex Vipond: "Actually, that's where you're mistaken. In order to farm an identity, you have to start from birth. You can't wait until you need it, and then start. It doesn't work that way. What you are creating is an identity that would stand up to DOJ, FBI, IRS Interpol, scrutiny. Every i has to be dotted and every t has to be crossed. You can't just slap it together when you need it. You're not going to a forger and getting fake ID. You're getting the real thing, from the real agency. It has to be able to withstand having light shed on it, and a forger, a hacker, can only do so much."
KrystalFlake: "This will be my first time living another life when it comes, I think I have time to figure it all out with the help of friends like you." She smiled and gave his bicep a squeeze as she walked past him. "I don't even know if America is the place I want to be when I do it. Maybe I'll brush up on my Spanish and head to somewhere in South America. I have a few tricks up my sleeve that help me blend a little bit better than most. I'll get there, till then I need to save a small fortune to pay for that new identity I think." [d]
Alex Vipond: "Like I said, I'll help you out with that. And no, it doesn't have to be American but by the time you are ready to step into those shoes, your identity has to have had time to progress to the age you are, forever to be. I have maybe at best, fifteen to twenty years. I look a lot younger when blond. I can always dye my hair and come out looking like a teenager. By the time that identity reaches forty, forty five, my next identity has to be the age I want to be in the next incarnation."
KrystalFlake: "Foooor... ever young." Busting out with a little Rod there she had to laugh. "At least I won't ever had to worry about wrinkles. And after having one kid.. I don't know if I will ever put myself through that again." Long, complicated and it made her hate some things in life. It had not been what she thought it was and that was a stab in the gut. Ah well. You live, you learn and then you don't let anyone else procreate with you ever again. "I think that is about all I have left in this persona. Fortunately for me I don't have many friends I stay in touch with." [d]
Alex Vipond: "Like I said before. Some you just 'lose touch' with. Moving a lot helps. I can't imagine being as I am and staying in one place. It would be impossible. People would remember far too much. I think perhaps my next 'incarnation' Meghan and I will live in some little village in Italy or Greece. Maybe raise goats or grow grapes and make wine." It was wide open, really. He'd started Meghan's ID when they'd gotten married. In twenty years, she could step into her next pair of shoes. "Just think.... Meghan and I will be racking up some serious anniversary dates."
KrystalFlake: "You are going to have to get very creative. Well, I will catch you later Alex. Say hey to Meghan and tell her I think she's wonderfully supportive and crazy to put up with you. Workaholic!" Laughing she waved her hand as she headed out the door. Yeah she didn't have much room to talk about being a workaholic because if she wasn't working she was running, a lot because she needed something to do with all the energy that was pent up inside of her. [d]
Alex Vipond: Laughing, he nodded. I will do that." He watched as she left, then went back to contemplating the here and now. And just what sort of furniture they would be putting in the place. Ah, yard sales, thrift stores and antique shops... He loved hunting through the flotsam and jetsom and finding the rare jewel.
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Post by Alex Vipond on May 23, 2013 21:24:37 GMT -8
Alex Vipond: Things had progressed so well that Alex was working on moving equipment in. The same road crew who had traveled on tour with him was now lumping everything in, and setting it up where Alex directed. He was excited, to the point that he was literally bouncing on the balls of his feet as he directed traffic. As the instruments came in, Alex started hanging guitars on the walls. It both displayed them, and kept them out of harm's way. It was a win/win in his eyes. KrystalFlake: Krystal saw the line of worker bees as she pulled up outside. She had finished with most everything that she had to do as far as the equipment went. The only thing she had to do was set up the computer and make sure that everything could be reached by the app installed on an iPad or smart phone. In fact she had a eather messenger bag that was slung across her torso as she headed into the studio. Heels clicked on the sidewalk as she walked in and slid past one of the guys heading back out. Black skinny jeans today and she was wearing a dark blue halter with her hair down, which in turn covered the substantial amount of ink work on her back. She followed the trail of bodies, living ones of course, till she say the kid on Christmas. "Well, aren't you just productive." [d]
Alex Vipond: Pot, meet kettle. "I'm like a dog with a bone, once I get my mind set on something." He chuckled as he regarded her. "And what is it you're doing this evening?" He did a double take as one of the guys, paying more attention to Krystal than what he was doing, damned near ran an amp into the drum kit. "Watch it!"
KrystalFlake: Krystal watched the guy look a little embarassed and grinned at him with one of those hey there handsome kind of touches to it. Weaving her way over to Alex's side as she pulled out the iPad from her bag. Brand spanking new and had a nice leather case. Slipping it open she handed it to him. "This is part of your new toys and it goes with some other stuff that I have put in the control room for it all. I just have to power it up and show you how to use it." Oh look more toys for him to play with. Was he going to turn it on at home just to watch the cat wander around the studio? [d]
Alex Vipond: "Oooh, new toys..." he grinned at her as he took the iPad. Naw, he'd likely be taking the cat home, soon as he had an introduction between Thumpy and Gus. "Okay, let's fire this mother up and see what it does." He rather marveled at how much technology had changed over the last century. People in this age, from this age, took it for granted. They didn't know what a typewriter was, or what a mimeograph machine was. They'd never seen typeset, or a press, or knew the intricacies of book binding.
KrystalFlake: "That's the spirit." She laughed and walked over to where she had stashed everything else that the cables had been run to. Little closet mostly is what it felt like. Opening the door she flipped a light switch on and sat down in the rolling office chair to make sure she had everything up and running here. A little IM box was pulled up and she started typing to the person who was at an off site location. Hey she had gone with 24 hour monitoring services for when he wasn't looking at it. He couldn't be there all the time. Had he not been here she would have been doing a run herself. Slowly she was making sure that all the cameras were up and running and showing on the monitor where she was sitting. "Now all of this is being stored here in this system, but also off site as well. So someone can think they are cutting the feed, but it actually will be routed somewhere else. They'd have to literally disconnect all the cameras." Spinning around in the chair she pointed at the iPad in his hands. "There is an app on there that's been renamed to AMV Security. Pull it up. User name when is PrettyBoy and password is stalker." Hey she had to come up with something on the fly, it was changable. Besides it amused her. "Once it's up you can cycle through the cameras, you can turn on the different zones and you can disarm or arm it from that. There's also a portion that shows you what doors are open, where people are moving. You can't turn on an area, like the door where people are coming in and out of at the moment, while the indicator light is red, when it turns green you can."[d]
Alex Vipond: Alex smirked at the login and password she'd used, even as he did as instructed. When it came up, he nodded, and while there was too much activity at present to activate the alarms in the studio, the offices on the other side were, at present quiet as the grave, so to speak, and Alex turned those areas on.
KrystalFlake: She pointed at the screen as he turned on things. "It shows it here and the person sitting at the offsite and can see it as well. I'll give you the number to their desk and you'll be able to have them do things too. Say you forget the iPad or aren't here you can call them and have them activate it. They can notify police and all that as well." She spun back around in the chair, crossing her legs and pushing the chair in a half turn back and forth. "So now you can play with it, turn it off and on and look at all the cameras. There's extra line in the ceiling that I can access should we find dead spots. I know you didn't ask but there are a couple of cameras that show the back and front from different angles." [d]
Alex Vipond: "Excellent. And I can access this from my phone as well if necessary?" He looked up from the tablet to regard her. It was really quite fascinating, with the entire subtle nuances one could find in the face of another being. There was a time when Alex would become lost in the study of someone or something. Still, to this day, when he contemplated something in depth, he would at times, grow perfectly still as he did so, so much so that he could be mistaken for one of life like statues, carved of wax. And then something within him would shift. The eyes, perhaps, or maybe even a quietly indrawn breath, and then the spell would be broken. He found himself, often, staring at Meghan as she slept. Some might find it disconcerting perhaps but he was completely enchanted with her and he couldn't not watch her at every given opportunity. It was true, that humans in general held a high fascination for him, with Meghan it was so much more. He pulled himself from his wandering thoughts and looked from the flawlessness of Krystal's skin and back to her eyes. "And the cameras are operational, even when the alarm is not set...."
KrystalFlake: "We can install the application on your phone as well since that might be more convenient to you at times." Krystal at one time in her life might have been unnerved by that stillness, but she'd seen it often over the years. She was an observer of sort. Even when she looked like she wasn't paying attention she was. Those blue eyes met with his and there was a smile in them that was also on her lips. "Yep, the cameras are live 24/7 365. They can be turned off, but they are on unless you change it for some reason. They are always recording, and only when you turn it off are they not. Should you turn one off you will get a call from the monitoring service asking if you cut it off or not." [d]
Alex Vipond: "And what about a black out scenario? What's the battery backup situation? How long before it all goes down?" Because face it, he'd been in blackouts that lasted days. In fact one of his most popular songs was written during a three day black out in LA when he was bored out of his mind.
KrystalFlake: "There's a battery back up that will give us about 24 hours unless you have a generator here. Then when that kicks in you'll be up and running as usual." There were things that could be adjusted, but for now that was what was going on with everything. She spun in the chair and got up from the seat, turning the light off as she slid past him. Digging in the bag she pulled out a set of keys. "And here are the keys to this door. The monitoring company has a set and now you do. So you can make sure no one can get in this room if you don't want them to." [d]
Alex Vipond: Alex nodded. His house was set up to be fully self-contained, and the panic room had both a water and air filtration system. One never knew what would come, now did one? "Perfect." Taking the keys, he followed her, closing and locking the closet up as he left it. "And basically what I am doing with the tablet is accessing the computer in here...." He gestured to the closet with his free hand.
KrystalFlake: "That would be about the sum of it. If someone were to try and kill the connection it routes to the off site system so then it would be there. The monitoring system off site would be able to tell you if that happens and then you could alert the police or come check it out yourself." Wanted to make sure that there was a way. Of course there was always a will and a way, but she had done her best to ensure that it wouldn't have to come down to that. "You can arrange with them how you want to be contacted or when there is a problem if you want them to call police or you first." Her hand held out to him. "Your phone sir." [d]
Alex Vipond: "Probably best to call me first, then the police on the off chance that there's something going on that they can't handle." He pulled his phone from his hip pocket and yes, he wished he didn't have to think that way, but it was what it was, and there wasn't any changing it. He was a vampire. Odd shit happened because of it. Whattayagonnado?
KrystalFlake: Well, not like he could stop being a vampire. Well he could, but then he'd be dust and that would suck wouldn't it? Krystal walked into the control room where there were some seats already set up and leaned back in the chair as she went through putting the application on his phone and typing in all the information for it. She flipped open the messenger bag and pulled out a folder and passed it over to him as the application was installing. "Here's all your account information, the name of the monitoring company, the supervisors, the number for the company's monitoring site, the information you have to give them to verify it's you, and the coporate number is there too. Good company, they hadn't a lot of high risk places as well as some homes and businesses. You are in good hands with them." The folder also had the equipment that wasinstalled should anything be changes, the layout of the wiring and the system. Basically it was everything he needed if she wasn't around at some point in the future. Not that she had plans on leaving, but never knew. When the application was done installing and everything was entered she handed the phone back to him. "I'll send you my final bill once we are sure that everything is to your liking." [d]
Alex Vipond: Moving with her, he took the proffered folder and flipped through it, eyes scanning over the pages with a rapidity that would lead one to believe he'd not absorbed anything written there in the least. The visual acuity of a vampire, however would put an Evelyn Wood speed reader to shame. Not only did he take it in, but he absorbed it, much like a sponge. Took it in and locked it away in the recesses of his mind. When the phone was offered out, he played with it until he had the app pulled up and was scrolling through it, getting the feel of it, if you will.
KrystalFlake: "And there you have it. You are now being monitored like a paranoid cartel boss. Minus the armed guards, but I can arrange that too if you need it." She smiled and stretched her legs out onto another chair beside her. She was watching through the window as the last of the guys were bringing in equipment. "You know if you weren't so dedicated to Meghan I would totally do something that would make them wonder what the hell we were doing in here." She got this impish grin on her lips and slid those blue eyes over to him. They were dancing with mischief, but there was a touch of that inner glow held in them. Yeah that darker part of her wanted to come out and play or at the very least screw with someone's head. [d]
Alex Vipond: At that he cracked up, and looked out. "I think they know, but they wouldn't mind living vicariously and fantasizing otherwise. Most of these guys were on the road with us and they know the deal." He slid his phone back into his pocket after sliding the lock back over. "You know, there are quite a few of them that would jump at the chance just to have coffee with you."
KrystalFlake: She grinned and slid her feet off the chair so that she could stand up. "Well as hungry as I am right now... I'd be happy to get them coffee in the morning after they woke up from the best sex of their life." Grinning she draped an arm on Alex's shoulder using him as a leaning post. Hey he smelled good and she wasn't dry humping his leg or anything. Even if he smelled good enough. "Should I have you tell them to draw straws or you just want to hand out my business card so that I can feel popular?" [d]
Alex Vipond: Laughing he shook his head. "oh, no. I am so not getting into the middle of that. I help in any way shape or form and someone will resent me for not choosing the 'right' one." He shook his head again, then looked out of the control room as they crew set up the equipment they'd lumped in. "That's on you...."
KrystalFlake: Laughing she nodded. "Alright, fair enough. I'll set my cards out and whoever calls we'll see. Though fully expect me to call you and get the run down on what someone knows." Her hand slipped into her bag and she picked a few cards out. "But I have to get something now. So we'll just do a little social experiment using them as the test subjects. Good thing I am a lot of fun." Krystal gave Alex a kiss on the cheek. "Have fun setting up the studio. I'll come by in the morning to see how far you made it after the normal people got out of the way." Grabbing some of those business cards she walked out of the room and set them down on a table. "Let me know if any of you need any help some time." Though the implication was that help had nothing to do with music. [d]
Alex Vipond: Alex cracked up, dropping his head so it wouldn't bee quite so obvious but the sound was already out there and the way his shoulders shook with mirth was unmistakeable. He pushed from his lean and took a moment to study the new home of AMV Records. He had to admit, they'd done a bang up job of it, in a short time.
KrystalFlake: And off she went to go find a nice tasty meal! We'd have to see who called her and what they had to say later. Dun dun duuun. [d]
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Post by Alex Vipond on May 23, 2013 21:48:35 GMT -8
Alex Vipond: Things had progressed so well that Alex was working on moving equipment in. The same road crew who had traveled on tour with him was now lumping everything in, and setting it up where Alex directed. He was excited, to the point that he was literally bouncing on the balls of his feet as he directed traffic. As the instruments came in, Alex started hanging guitars on the walls. It both displayed them, and kept them out of harm's way. It was a win/win in his eyes. KrystalFlake: Krystal saw the line of worker bees as she pulled up outside. She had finished with most everything that she had to do as far as the equipment went. The only thing she had to do was set up the computer and make sure that everything could be reached by the app installed on an iPad or smart phone. In fact she had a eather messenger bag that was slung across her torso as she headed into the studio. Heels clicked on the sidewalk as she walked in and slid past one of the guys heading back out. Black skinny jeans today and she was wearing a dark blue halter with her hair down, which in turn covered the substantial amount of ink work on her back. She followed the trail of bodies, living ones of course, till she say the kid on Christmas. "Well, aren't you just productive." [d]
Alex Vipond: Pot, meet kettle. "I'm like a dog with a bone, once I get my mind set on something." He chuckled as he regarded her. "And what is it you're doing this evening?" He did a double take as one of the guys, paying more attention to Krystal than what he was doing, damned near ran an amp into the drum kit. "Watch it!"
KrystalFlake: Krystal watched the guy look a little embarassed and grinned at him with one of those hey there handsome kind of touches to it. Weaving her way over to Alex's side as she pulled out the iPad from her bag. Brand spanking new and had a nice leather case. Slipping it open she handed it to him. "This is part of your new toys and it goes with some other stuff that I have put in the control room for it all. I just have to power it up and show you how to use it." Oh look more toys for him to play with. Was he going to turn it on at home just to watch the cat wander around the studio? [d]
Alex Vipond: "Oooh, new toys..." he grinned at her as he took the iPad. Naw, he'd likely be taking the cat home, soon as he had an introduction between Thumpy and Gus. "Okay, let's fire this mother up and see what it does." He rather marveled at how much technology had changed over the last century. People in this age, from this age, took it for granted. They didn't know what a typewriter was, or what a mimeograph machine was. They'd never seen typeset, or a press, or knew the intricacies of book binding.
KrystalFlake: "That's the spirit." She laughed and walked over to where she had stashed everything else that the cables had been run to. Little closet mostly is what it felt like. Opening the door she flipped a light switch on and sat down in the rolling office chair to make sure she had everything up and running here. A little IM box was pulled up and she started typing to the person who was at an off site location. Hey she had gone with 24 hour monitoring services for when he wasn't looking at it. He couldn't be there all the time. Had he not been here she would have been doing a run herself. Slowly she was making sure that all the cameras were up and running and showing on the monitor where she was sitting. "Now all of this is being stored here in this system, but also off site as well. So someone can think they are cutting the feed, but it actually will be routed somewhere else. They'd have to literally disconnect all the cameras." Spinning around in the chair she pointed at the iPad in his hands. "There is an app on there that's been renamed to AMV Security. Pull it up. User name when is PrettyBoy and password is stalker." Hey she had to come up with something on the fly, it was changable. Besides it amused her. "Once it's up you can cycle through the cameras, you can turn on the different zones and you can disarm or arm it from that. There's also a portion that shows you what doors are open, where people are moving. You can't turn on an area, like the door where people are coming in and out of at the moment, while the indicator light is red, when it turns green you can."[d]
Alex Vipond: Alex smirked at the login and password she'd used, even as he did as instructed. When it came up, he nodded, and while there was too much activity at present to activate the alarms in the studio, the offices on the other side were, at present quiet as the grave, so to speak, and Alex turned those areas on.
KrystalFlake: She pointed at the screen as he turned on things. "It shows it here and the person sitting at the offsite and can see it as well. I'll give you the number to their desk and you'll be able to have them do things too. Say you forget the iPad or aren't here you can call them and have them activate it. They can notify police and all that as well." She spun back around in the chair, crossing her legs and pushing the chair in a half turn back and forth. "So now you can play with it, turn it off and on and look at all the cameras. There's extra line in the ceiling that I can access should we find dead spots. I know you didn't ask but there are a couple of cameras that show the back and front from different angles." [d]
Alex Vipond: "Excellent. And I can access this from my phone as well if necessary?" He looked up from the tablet to regard her. It was really quite fascinating, with the entire subtle nuances one could find in the face of another being. There was a time when Alex would become lost in the study of someone or something. Still, to this day, when he contemplated something in depth, he would at times, grow perfectly still as he did so, so much so that he could be mistaken for one of life like statues, carved of wax. And then something within him would shift. The eyes, perhaps, or maybe even a quietly indrawn breath, and then the spell would be broken. He found himself, often, staring at Meghan as she slept. Some might find it disconcerting perhaps but he was completely enchanted with her and he couldn't not watch her at every given opportunity. It was true, that humans in general held a high fascination for him, with Meghan it was so much more. He pulled himself from his wandering thoughts and looked from the flawlessness of Krystal's skin and back to her eyes. "And the cameras are operational, even when the alarm is not set...."
KrystalFlake: "We can install the application on your phone as well since that might be more convenient to you at times." Krystal at one time in her life might have been unnerved by that stillness, but she'd seen it often over the years. She was an observer of sort. Even when she looked like she wasn't paying attention she was. Those blue eyes met with his and there was a smile in them that was also on her lips. "Yep, the cameras are live 24/7 365. They can be turned off, but they are on unless you change it for some reason. They are always recording, and only when you turn it off are they not. Should you turn one off you will get a call from the monitoring service asking if you cut it off or not." [d]
Alex Vipond: "And what about a black out scenario? What's the battery backup situation? How long before it all goes down?" Because face it, he'd been in blackouts that lasted days. In fact one of his most popular songs was written during a three day black out in LA when he was bored out of his mind.
KrystalFlake: "There's a battery back up that will give us about 24 hours unless you have a generator here. Then when that kicks in you'll be up and running as usual." There were things that could be adjusted, but for now that was what was going on with everything. She spun in the chair and got up from the seat, turning the light off as she slid past him. Digging in the bag she pulled out a set of keys. "And here are the keys to this door. The monitoring company has a set and now you do. So you can make sure no one can get in this room if you don't want them to." [d]
Alex Vipond: Alex nodded. His house was set up to be fully self-contained, and the panic room had both a water and air filtration system. One never knew what would come, now did one? "Perfect." Taking the keys, he followed her, closing and locking the closet up as he left it. "And basically what I am doing with the tablet is accessing the computer in here...." He gestured to the closet with his free hand.
KrystalFlake: "That would be about the sum of it. If someone were to try and kill the connection it routes to the off site system so then it would be there. The monitoring system off site would be able to tell you if that happens and then you could alert the police or come check it out yourself." Wanted to make sure that there was a way. Of course there was always a will and a way, but she had done her best to ensure that it wouldn't have to come down to that. "You can arrange with them how you want to be contacted or when there is a problem if you want them to call police or you first." Her hand held out to him. "Your phone sir." [d]
Alex Vipond: "Probably best to call me first, then the police on the off chance that there's something going on that they can't handle." He pulled his phone from his hip pocket and yes, he wished he didn't have to think that way, but it was what it was, and there wasn't any changing it. He was a vampire. Odd shit happened because of it. Whattayagonnado?
KrystalFlake: Well, not like he could stop being a vampire. Well he could, but then he'd be dust and that would suck wouldn't it? Krystal walked into the control room where there were some seats already set up and leaned back in the chair as she went through putting the application on his phone and typing in all the information for it. She flipped open the messenger bag and pulled out a folder and passed it over to him as the application was installing. "Here's all your account information, the name of the monitoring company, the supervisors, the number for the company's monitoring site, the information you have to give them to verify it's you, and the coporate number is there too. Good company, they hadn't a lot of high risk places as well as some homes and businesses. You are in good hands with them." The folder also had the equipment that wasinstalled should anything be changes, the layout of the wiring and the system. Basically it was everything he needed if she wasn't around at some point in the future. Not that she had plans on leaving, but never knew. When the application was done installing and everything was entered she handed the phone back to him. "I'll send you my final bill once we are sure that everything is to your liking." [d]
Alex Vipond: Moving with her, he took the proffered folder and flipped through it, eyes scanning over the pages with a rapidity that would lead one to believe he'd not absorbed anything written there in the least. The visual acuity of a vampire, however would put an Evelyn Wood speed reader to shame. Not only did he take it in, but he absorbed it, much like a sponge. Took it in and locked it away in the recesses of his mind. When the phone was offered out, he played with it until he had the app pulled up and was scrolling through it, getting the feel of it, if you will.
KrystalFlake: "And there you have it. You are now being monitored like a paranoid cartel boss. Minus the armed guards, but I can arrange that too if you need it." She smiled and stretched her legs out onto another chair beside her. She was watching through the window as the last of the guys were bringing in equipment. "You know if you weren't so dedicated to Meghan I would totally do something that would make them wonder what the hell we were doing in here." She got this impish grin on her lips and slid those blue eyes over to him. They were dancing with mischief, but there was a touch of that inner glow held in them. Yeah that darker part of her wanted to come out and play or at the very least screw with someone's head. [d]
Alex Vipond: At that he cracked up, and looked out. "I think they know, but they wouldn't mind living vicariously and fantasizing otherwise. Most of these guys were on the road with us and they know the deal." He slid his phone back into his pocket after sliding the lock back over. "You know, there are quite a few of them that would jump at the chance just to have coffee with you."
KrystalFlake: She grinned and slid her feet off the chair so that she could stand up. "Well as hungry as I am right now... I'd be happy to get them coffee in the morning after they woke up from the best sex of their life." Grinning she draped an arm on Alex's shoulder using him as a leaning post. Hey he smelled good and she wasn't dry humping his leg or anything. Even if he smelled good enough. "Should I have you tell them to draw straws or you just want to hand out my business card so that I can feel popular?" [d]
Alex Vipond: Laughing he shook his head. "oh, no. I am so not getting into the middle of that. I help in any way shape or form and someone will resent me for not choosing the 'right' one." He shook his head again, then looked out of the control room as they crew set up the equipment they'd lumped in. "That's on you...."
KrystalFlake: Laughing she nodded. "Alright, fair enough. I'll set my cards out and whoever calls we'll see. Though fully expect me to call you and get the run down on what someone knows." Her hand slipped into her bag and she picked a few cards out. "But I have to get something now. So we'll just do a little social experiment using them as the test subjects. Good thing I am a lot of fun." Krystal gave Alex a kiss on the cheek. "Have fun setting up the studio. I'll come by in the morning to see how far you made it after the normal people got out of the way." Grabbing some of those business cards she walked out of the room and set them down on a table. "Let me know if any of you need any help some time." Though the implication was that help had nothing to do with music. [d]
Alex Vipond: Alex cracked up, dropping his head so it wouldn't bee quite so obvious but the sound was already out there and the way his shoulders shook with mirth was unmistakeable. He pushed from his lean and took a moment to study the new home of AMV Records. He had to admit, they'd done a bang up job of it, in a short time.
KrystalFlake: And off she went to go find a nice tasty meal! We'd have to see who called her and what they had to say later. Dun dun duuun. [d]
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Post by Alex Vipond on May 25, 2013 14:28:13 GMT -8
Alex Vipond: Alex pulled up at the curb and slid out, glancing around and taking in the area, before he gave the lock button a double tap and headed for the door. Unlocking it, he pulled it open and stepped inside, pausing a moment, to look back out and along the street, both ways, and across as well before he stepped back and closed the door. He gave a moment's pause and then pulled his phone and check the security feed as he headed through the front office toward the studio proper.
A Blessed Devil: Probably better that way, sometimes the more human security measures just didn't cut it and Lestat had learned that the easy and the hard way. He had watched Alex moving into the studio after the obligatory look both ways, and he had to admit that he was more than curious about the man and his studio. But man wasn't a good enough description, that would be like calling him a human and that was just as unlikely. After he watched silently for a moment, he opened the door himself and moved in, liking the fact that again he managed to make no noise. "This is your studio, is it not?" he asked, thinking it was better to be polite and announce himself. The black sunglasses were pushed up on his head, uncovering those ultimately magnetic eyes but he knew this one wouldn't run and hide. Did he look familiar to Alex? For once he would not try and dive into the mind and find that out. ::::
Alex Vipond: Stopping in his tracks and turning, Alex regarded the man before him. He was tall, lithe, and very much a vampire. Those expressive brows rose as he regarded him. Yes, he recognized him, but he was none the less surprised to see him. Here. In Seattle. One would think he would have been laying low, as it were. It was, after all not quite thirty years since Lestat had outed himself. Fortunately humans were all too eager to give rational explanation to the unthinkable. "It is." Idly, he wondered if this was the beginning of the trouble Castiel had foretold. He pulled his own shades off, and tucked the bow of them into the neck of his Bon Jovi t-shirt. "May I help you?"
A Blessed Devil: "I'm sure that you could, but as you probably know, it's hard for one who loves music so much to stay away from a place where one can make it. Alex Vipond, it is nice to finally meet you. Your reputation precedes you." Laying low had never been in his nature, it just wasn't his thing. But he was wise enough to know that on occasion it was perfectly fine to withdraw back into the shadows and 'lay low'. Easy enough, right? He looked Alex up and down, in just a curious way and took note of the t-shirt he was wearing. "Such a shame they aren't making as much music as they used to, I rather liked that band." Then shrugged it off just as carelessly. "My manners, excuse me. Lestat De Lioncourt, but I believe you knew that already." ::::
Alex Vipond: "Quite. Your reputation precedes you as well." He smiled and stepped toward him, hand offered out. Lestat was, by far, younger, but he was, by all accounts, incredibly powerful. Age was not to be the only determining factor in the measure of a man and that was one thing Ivarr never learned, which is likely why the bastard had lit out of Seattle like his tail had been on fire. "It's a pleasure. And yes, once one has music in the blood, it is unshakeable," even when you lose friends in the industry.
A Blessed Devil: Of course that it did, he was still the blonde blue-eyed devil he had been when he wrote those books but word had gotten out and that was all that mattered. For the evening he had decided to forego those vintage clothes that he loved so much and went with black pants, a lavender colored button down that was casually tucked in but the sleeves were rolled up and black leather shoes. Comfortable but for him, much understated. "I have seen you perform, of course, when I knew that I would be coming to Seattle that was when I...well, found you." Not stalked, no Alex hadn't called out to him in that way, but from one blood drinker to another, the bond had started to form. "I never cared enough to take the time to have a studio built but I am impressed. This one is not so cold and sterile, is it?" That was one thing about Lestat, on occasion those lessons he was taught would sink in and he had, for the most part, behaved himself lately. :::
Alex Vipond: "Cold and sterile has never been my style." He shrugged. "Would you care to take a look around?" Alex gestured back toward the studio doorway that had been cut into the wall between the two shops. It made things far more convenient than leaving one to enter the other. And it kept him from having to open the front door of the studio, since the front window was where the drum kit was set up. It was better, all the way around to just not give people that sort of access. So a door had been created between the two.
A Blessed Devil: "Of course. And thank you. At one time I might have invited myself in without your knowledge but that isn't the way these days to establish a good rapport, is it?" Well enough so far, he hadn't been sure if he would like him or not, but it turned out that he did. Those days it was hard for him to connect all the time, but easy when one was like him. "And you tour as well? Have you ever considered the thought of doing something more informal here? I believe you would be just as comfortable here as you are in front of a large crowd. For me, it was always easier to make my presence known, to have a large audience at my beck and call." His attention was transfixed, poring over every little detail of what he saw, from the instruments and equipment to the color on the walls. :::
Alex Vipond: The wall to the right as one faced front bore a large black board that went from the floor to a height of about fifteen feet. To the back toward the control room, the wall was painted red, and had a white love seat sitting under the control room window. Back into the control room, one wall was lined with guitars and had neon running along the bottom of it. "Yes, it is better to be a bit more formal in these things." So sayeth the one in jeans, sneaks, and had a wallet chain running from his belt loop to his hip pocket. "And yes, I do enjoy a more intimate setting from time to time, but I just came off tour. I was gone for about four months."
A Blessed Devil: "Four months? That is saying something, I'm not sure how well I would have accommodated that at the time when I was lavishing in my music career. But it says something for your willpower. Might I ask, how well do you curb your thirst when you're out?" It was a simple enough question, but it also let Alex know that his latest acquaintance knew probably more about Alex than he was ready to share. "Formality is key, I do believe. Now, one like yourself could pull off such human attire but I think for me, it might not be so appealing. I do admit, your music drew me to you, I have not partaken in such a very long time. And not in a place as comfortable as this one." ::::
Alex Vipond: "I like to call it dedication." he nodded. "As for my dietary habits..." and this is where he knew the look of distaste would come in. "I'm bottle fed." With the comment about his clothing, he shrugged. "I spent a good portion of the last decade in LA. Seattle is known for grunge and post grunge bands so... Really not much of a difference, beyond climate: Rainfall. Light levels..." He rolled his gum around to the other side of his mouth, and then ran his tongue over his canines. "I see you as more of a suit and tie sort. Elegant, refined. I don't see grunge or even post grunge being your thing."
A Blessed Devil: It was not so much a look of disgust as a look of confusion on his face, He always kept up with the times very well, but even some habits could not quite catch on. "Ah yes, grunge...from the days of Pearl Jam, Smashing Pumpkins and Nirvana. The first day I arrived, I had a young man offer to take me to the house where Mr. Cobain took his own life. It's not quite as interesting as it was twenty years ago, is it?" Alex knew him well, or his reputation preceded him, he was definitely right in his assumption at least. "You may ask the question if you like, I know that you've at least thought about it. What would one like me be doing in a place like this. I assure you, it isn't the coffee shops that run rampant in this city." ::::
Alex Vipond: "Somehow, I didn't think it would be." Alex paused in the middle of the studio itself, green eyes taking it in before he looked back at Lestat. "So what does bring you to Seattle? I can't imagine it's the stunning weather." Alex continued to regard the vampire before him. He knew well that age was not always an indicator of strength, and there was a good deal of power behind the facade of the vampire before him. Just how much, Alex was not certain.
A Blessed Devil: "Your city called out to me, and for the life of me I cannot figure out why. This weather is more suited to Louis and his moods. But when I feel compelled to act, sometimes I must just do that." He looked at Alex just as keenly, his inhuman violet eyes were almost dazzling but he knew the vampire before him had likely attuned his senses to block such a thing out. Your studio compels me, Alex, and so do you. Perhaps in some way my mind wishes to return to those days when I might pick up an instrument and make music again." Was there more to Seattle for him than that? Oh yes, most definitely. :::
Alex Vipond: "So the books are more ghost written biographies than fiction." He nodded. "I have to admit, I did see you, in San Francisco. I didn't exactly stick around for the 'fireworks'. I didn't feel it was conducive to my continued well being." As Lestat went on about the music, Alex nodded. "It gets into the blood, and cannot be denied. I've tried. Finally said fuck it, I'm going for it." Meghan helped a good deal in that No sooner had the thought crossed his mind, had he shut it off, focusing purely on the music. "I've got one album out, and two more in the works. Chasing the Sun is the next one. We're working on laying down track for it now."
A Blessed Devil: "Do not worry, friend, your Meghan will always be safe. I know well who she is and she will not be harmed by my hand, at any time." He had caught that glimmer of thought but would say no more, he didn't feel that he should have to explain anything else. He was one hard to trust but it came in time, to those who wished for it. "San Francisco might not have been an aid to the well being of many at all, I do agree with you there. But as I pondered on it for a long time now I just, how do you say, 'chalk it up' to a learning experience. "This most recent album, I have heard and I must say that I enjoy. I would like to hear something new, something that no one has heard before. Do you have anything like that?' Being in that studio, it was definitely a temptation. ::::
Alex Vipond: Alex merely nodded to the assurance, and moved on as Lestat did. "Something no one has heard yet...." He pondered, rolling his gum around his mouth, and then he shrugged. "I've got one, due out on the next album." He moved to the guitars on the stand, picking up his Tak and settling onto a stool before he teased the strings and adjusted the tuning keys. Then he was leading into the song.
A Blessed Devil: This was a time when one person could have Lestat spellbound, and when he sat down on a nearby stool, he became entranced. Music in general but he believed that Alex had something about him that drew people in. So still he was that he could have been a well-dressed marble statue delivered straight into the studio and the sounds of the music were capturing his attention. "it is not a wonder that you have many fans, Alex. you have that spark of life in your music," he said quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. :::
Alex Vipond: As the last chord faded away, Alex slipped the pick between his lips, and then rose, unslinging the strap from around himself, and then slipping the pick beneath the strings on the head as he moved to re-cradle it. "I played as a child, for as long as I can remember." And that was a fair amount of time to have and remember. "I was... indulged, being a lesser born noble, and far removed from the throne, my parents were rather forgiving of my interests. At least my mother was. Father insisted I keep up with arms training even though the sword nearly outweighed me." He chuckled at the memory.
A Blessed Devil: Rarely anymore did he dwell too much on those memories from centuries past, but he could remember how his mother was the only one who ever encouraged him to escape that very existance that had plagued him, that father and brothers had held him back and tried to crush any dreams he might have had. Of course they were long since dust in the ground, except for his mother, but they had paid the price in the end. "What must it have been like to be indulged? I couldn't imagine such a thing at the time. Your talent is natural, it hasn't come from any music books or lessons, it seems as if you were born with it. Do you have the instruments of old that you use? Not the synthesizers or electric equipment, but something like a violin?" Dangerous it was, but if Alex might partake with him, there would be no more of his past antics. :::
Alex Vipond: "I have an Amati..." Not something he advertised, but it was listed amongst those items that were insured by Lloyd's. "Would you care to see it?" Alex didn't wait for the answer, he rather knew what it would be. He headed back to his office, and the vault there, to retrieve the instrument. He handled it with a reverence befitting a piece of living history, and though it was not the instrument he learned on, bowed instruments were not yet in fashion when he was a child, he did manage to collect a piece here and there. Lestat would be the first to touch it, other than Alex himself, in centuries. When he returned to the studio, he carefully, reverently, presented the instrument to Lestat. There was a great deal of trust given in this one, seemingly simple, act.
A Blessed Devil: The trust was accepted and though the act was simple enough, Lestat could see the significance in it. "This is quite exquisite, and you show it not to anyone. But yet you've shown me. I thank you for this, Alex." He had not touched a violin in centuries so it was almost a first for the both of them. He rose from the stool that he had been sitting on, like he was in a trance, and he held that instrument so lovingly even before he brought it up to its resting place and the hand that held the bow was almost quivering. Nervous? A little, because he couldn't gauge his own reaction. But his mind wandered back to so many years before and it was like magic when the bow touched the strings and he began to play Beethoven's Violin Sonata #5. Those hands moved so quickly and yet he still wanted Alex to see. :::
Alex Vipond: Alex watched, and he couldn't refrain from giving a smile. Lestat's playing was beautiful, and not something to be missed. Settling back on the stool he had previously vacated, he listened, entranced by the music as it washed over him. Lestat was marvelously skilled. Alex was known to use violin and cello in his music, perhaps a throwback to the days of old, but it was something that even rock and roll benefited from.
A Blessed Devil: Marius would curse at him and Louis would criticize him for once again putting his hands on an instrument that he had done so much damage with but once he had it in hand it was like he was back in that sanctuary playing to the mother and father, or carousing along the streets of Paris with Nicholas. That magic might have frightened a normal human, as it always did, but Alex had not been a normal human in many years, had he? The piece died away and lovingly he brought the instrument down, thinking it was too soon yet to try something else. "you find yourself captivated as I did," he said finally, a bit of his accent rolling off his tongue as he passed it so carefully back to it's owner. "One day, Alex, we should, as they say now, collaborate." ::::
Alex Vipond: Taking the violin back, he cradled it lovingly. "There is magic in the music wrought from so simple a thing. Wood and catgut, are simply parts of the whole, the entire piece, in its most simplistic form, is mystery and majesty and therein all things are possible...." Alex blinked and shook his head, realizing that he had, in fact, been rambling. Just a tad. "I think it would be good if we were to get together and jam." He nodded, even as he moved to put the violin back in its safe cocoon.
A Blessed Devil: "We were not born in this age, my friend, and as much as you might choose to apologize for that at times, you must never say you're sorry. The way you speak, you have those centuries past so deeply intertwined with your present. Maybe one day you might share your secret and I could forget my bad nature and relax." He was actually smiling when he said it, the smile was the most human thing about him at the moment, besides his clothing. But the idea of jamming was actually something he wanted to do, he hadn't ever done it after all. "When you choose a good time, you will let me know and I shall partake of jamming with you." When he stood, his movements were so quick, it was like blinking but he did hold that marble like hand out for Alex. "I am afraid that I must cut this meeting short, but when we meet again, and we will, I would like you to share some of your story with me, if you would allow." :::
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Post by Alex Vipond on May 25, 2013 20:33:41 GMT -8
chronic violet: Lola Darlings small corner storefront; with its' violet door and large iron lock, sits quietly in the Seattle neighborhood. The shops are bistro's, the couples on strolls are usually pushing expensive strollers. It is so very hip, it hurts. She doesn't make a habit of closing the store, preferring to have the home-from-work traffic and all the hipsters that come out when the lights go out. Tonight, with a sense of forlorn, she sits on the lowest tier of the fire escape that leads from her apartment above. In her lap is a potted plant; complete with a ribbon around it's clay vessel. The breeze that blows is a wind of change she looks into for answers with green eyes below a fringe of blonde bangs. -d-
Alex Vipond: Alex left the studio after his visit, and headed down the street for Lola's. His own, strange, Interview With The Vampire done, he was filled with more questions than answers. A furrow marred his brow as he made his way down the walk in that Bon Jovi Circle Tour t-shirt from three years ago. Despite the fifty degree weather, and snatches of rain that pervaded now and again, he'd not bothered with grabbing his jacket before walking out, which left the rather large trail of ink running along his left arm quite visible. It was a tribal thing, swirling about, but in the center of his bicep, on the outside, in the center of the ink, was clearly Meghan's face. The trails of ink running up and down his arm seemed as if they were tendrils of her hair wrapping about him. He paused outside of Lola's shop; head canted rather like that RCA Victor Dalmatian, before he moved around to the side of the building and looked up. "Well hello, there."
chronic violet: The plant in her lap; a fern, is on it's last legs. Like the fringe that frames her perfect, porcelain face, the long lacey arms of the plant shudder in the westerly wind. She looks down at it, her mouth pursed in a hybrid emotion of both regret and dismissal. Anyone who knows her, would not be calling her a green thumb anytime soon. In fact, as the fog from the river rolls it's merry way towards their little cul'du'sac of shops, Lola contemplates chucking it into the dumpster below. " Hello Alex," she says while swinging a knee-high combat boot from the ballastrade. " How was your concert? Sorry I missed it." Even in the lackluster streetlamps glow, Lola's loveliness and innocence aurates. -d-
Alex Vipond: "Tour was good." he nodded, regarding the plant for a moment. "Have you tried talking to it? I hear that helps sometimes." It was a thought. He moved to the ladder that would take him to the steps that would lead to the landing and pulled it down then climbed up. Taking up a lean beside her, he regarded the plant. "And there will be other shows. Now that the studio is finished, we'll be working on the next album."
chronic violet: " It was Aurelia's plant. Try though I might, it's waning," and by that she means dying a slow painful death. Poor lovely Lola. Life, is never quite on her side. Looking up at Alex, Lola's sense of angst abates some. " I think I am moving back to New York." Gypsy souls and their wanderings," I haven't quite decided yet." Clamboring up to a stand, the wrought iron rungs of the fire escape clambor a tune under her feet. " Billy is there, scoping out apartments."-d-
Alex Vipond: "I see." He nodded one brow quirking upward. "If you do go, you will be missed." He regarded the plant a long moment. "What about Aurelia? I haven't seen her about in some time." His gaze shifted back to Lola's and lingered there. "And I know about the wandering, I've done it myself more than a time or two," as much out of necessity as anything, but yeah.
chronic violet: A heavy brow pinches above her usually limpid eyes as she speaks, " Aurelia. I have not seen her in months," the sense of wonder re emerges with the talk of travelling, " I might keep both. I do love this storefront. It has brought me a lot in the way of fortunate things," and Providence. Lola rides the fire escape down the sidebars with a squeek of her shoes soles. Smacking the rust from her hands she looks up, " We should get icecream or something," The plant is tossed into the dumpster with a hard clank. Done, is done. -d-
Alex Vipond: Alex moved after her and followed her down, hardly touching the ladder in his descent. It was more of a stepping off and landing at the bottom with a slight flex of knees, before he came upright with a almost bounce in his step as he moved toward the street. "I could go for a coffee, while you have your ice cream." He regarded the dumpster where the plant was tossed and then looked back at her. "Shall we?"
chronic violet: Lola would string her arm under and around Alex's. Just friends taking a stroll down a well lit sidewalk. In the middle of the row of shops, sits just the place to have both a coffee and an icecream. " You like Coffee?", she asks, though the ding-a-ling of bells overhead take away the better part of the question. -d-
Alex Vipond: " I seem to have developed quite the fondness for it." He chuckled as they stepped in with a chime of bells, and then moved with her to the counter to study the options available. "Go figure, in the coffee capitol of the US, that I would develop a fondness for it." He was still a bit leery with all the things that were often put in it, but for the most part he drank it black. He only got experimental when he knew he'd be able to duck and run should the need to hurl ... arise.
chronic violet: The do like their coffee here, he is very correct. The lifestyle of the North West is like a slow dance. Even if you are inexperienced; you suddenly find yourself happy and swaying along to the music, just the same. Lola ordered a milkshake and Alex's coffee; Kona, tall, black. He could sugar and milk it himself. " How is Meghan?", she'd ask as the counter-person took her money and gave her change in return. -d-
Alex Vipond: "Good. She'd done enough shopping in the last few weeks to tide her over for a long time to come, but I think she rather enjoyed hitting the yard sales, thrift shops and antiques stores." He paid for the order, then waited as his coffee was poured and Lola's shake... shaken. Once it was handed over, he took his coffee and turned to her again. "I think you'll like what we've done to the place. It's a bit cluttered, studio side but with all the equipment... It's to be expected, really."
chronic violet: A smile creases one side of her face, " Creative spaces are meant to be cluttered. There is not organization in creativity. Well, I don't think anyway," the small shop offered little for seating, and so arm and arm, the pair might go out to the street, and stroll a spell. " And, the Dog is good?", heading in the direction of his studio. The people were thinning out with the later hour, but their walk is slow if not absently idle. " I should leave you off for a bit. I have somewhere to be", her face was the same as someone reading a curious text; confused and yet intrigued just the same. " I will see you around, soon I hope." -d-
Alex Vipond: "Gus is fine." he smiled and nodded, and yes, it was chaotic, and colorful and completely relaxing. When she said she had to go, he nodded. "You be careful." He studied her for a long moment, before adding. "There's someone new in town. You might want to be a bit ... cautious. I'm not sure what to make of him as of yet."
chronic violet: " New people don't scare me, Alex," capricious as ever, she'd stroll away at a better, coffee induced pace, swinging the tail end of her scarf like a silent movie. " See you around, big Fella." <3
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Post by Alex Vipond on May 28, 2013 19:57:00 GMT -8
Alex Vipond: Alex had the conference room cleared, as it was the biggest, most open room in the place. The table was shifted back toward the wall, and chairs were set on the far side of it, giving the band a barrier between themselves and the press in the cheapo convention chairs that had been rented for the purpose. Alex was actually wearing a suit jacket, though the sleeves were pushed up, and he was still in jeans. His t-shirt bore a printed tie, so he was kind of formal... He popped a fresh stick of gum in his mouth, then offered the pack to Sed and the band, as they waited to 'take the stage' so to speak.
DeviI Red: It wasn't the first time she'd seen Alex since they made it back to the states, but it was the first time she'd seen his place and she was visibly impressed, especially with his collection of guitars. She'd seen it before, hell, she was one of the chosen few he allowed to lay a finger on them, but it never ceased to leave her in awe. In fact, that's what she'd been eyeballing when he'd stuck the pack of gum out to her, offering the redhead a piece before doing the same to the rest of the band. For the first time since he'd known her, she actually accepted, unwrapping it and popping it in her mouth in place of the cigarette she wanted. If anyone thought she was addicted before, they hadn't seen her now, and currently, she was craving that nicotine something fierce. Straddling one of the rented chairs, she quietly chewed the gum, eyes dragging across the room from Alex to John and the rest of the band. As per usual, she was herself in a pair of faded Levis that hugged her like a second skin, black All Stars and a High Octane tee that bared colorful, more permanent sleeves now that she had shed the biker jacket she'd arrived in. And one of her legs was just idly bouncing, more from nerves than any beat that might be in her head. "Thanks," she murmured low, cracking a smile. -d-
Down Hells Trail: --Members of the media from all major news outlets, and local Seattle reporters were scurrying to AMV Records this evening, knowing "major Eleventh Hour" news was on it's way. There were some reporters that were skeptical, thinking that if it was just a scam about their music, that things would turn ugly quick. Jake had sent the email out the local broadcasters, who followed suit with the major news network. Jake stayed vague about the email, but everybody in attendance hoped to hear that the band was back, and why they were gone. Speaking of the devil, Jake had spoken with them for a few moments before ducking off in a private room- which he'd go and relax, texting Shay about wedding stuff- just to take his mind off about what was to happen. On the other hand, John was a bit nervous as he was in his usual black jeans and green tshirt, glancing at Sed the entire time. As nervous as he was, he was hoping to just plow through this and get done. John glanced at them, looking to Alex and then to Eddie and Baby. He remained silent for a moment before looking at everybody, saying to them-- "Get Jake, we should go out there." --He'd ask if someone could go get Jake and stood up, looking to Sed and Ale, saying-- "Are we ready as we'll ever be?" -- (d)
Alex Vipond: Alex glanced out from the offices to the conference room where the masses were gathering. People were trying to get the best seats, up close and personal and some even went so faras to try and move their chairs closer to the table, but that was quickly, and swiftly negated by the security personnel that Krystal had supplied to keep things under control. He dropped the red curtain that divided offices from conference room, the same red curtains that seemed to pervade the entire place, over every open door or archway, and he looked back at John. "They're pretty much settled. If we leave them any longer they may get restless." Alex paused, dropping his voice into that lower frequency so that only the band could hear him. "Just remember, keep it as close to the real as you can without stepping over the line. If they get too persistent, remind them that you've suffered a loss, with RJ's death, and that you cannot at this time elaborate due to the ongoing investigation." He then moved to fetch Jake.
DeviI Red: A crack was heard, the gum in Sed's mouth being snapped as eyes lifted to the sound of her mate's voice, that deep baritone able to gain someone's attention with a mere whisper. She then looked to Alex, straightening from the lean she'd taken over the back of the chair she was straddling, raking a hand through that fiery mane as Alex stood up and moved to where Jake was, telling the manager that they were getting antsy to begin. And they were, the four of them looking as uncomfortable as fuck under the circumstances. Sure, they'd performed for large crowds before, and reveled in it, but this was something else entirely. When Alex gave them the rundown as to what they should say, or shouldn't--sort of along the lines of what Jake had been saying, she nodded, agreeing, knowing the others would, too. -d-
Down Hells Trail: --Alex came to get Jake, with Jake nodding to him as he would be off to the side of the desk during the length of the press conference. Jake was fairly silent for the moment, as he just tried to keep his cool during all of this. As Jake met up with the band, he smiled to Sed, just saying-- "Ready?" --John had nodded to him as the whole group took those 20 or 25 steps or so leading into the conference room. Instead of having Jake or Alex reveal them in some cheesy introduction, the band came out and saw the camera lights and pictures snapping. There were a few audible gasps in the crowd, and a lot of side conversations could be heard as well. As the band would sit down, John didn't say much of anything at this point as he just took a seat next to his lover, and immediately sliding his hand into hers and looking to her. There was no overdone reunion stuff, just an attitude of "here they are, take it or leave it. --Before the cackling of the reporters started, Jake took a nearby mic as he'd explain the pace of the questions-- "Hello everyone, it is shocking, but you are seeing correctly: Eleventh Hour has returned safely for the most part, we did have one casuality: lead singer Ryan James was murdered while being abducted. The rest of the band have made it back. Also, original guitarist John Slater was recovered in the courageous voyage back from their captors. We are still learning this information and everybody is scrambling for information. So, please feel free to ask any questions of the band within reason." --yeah, like Jake or Alex were gonna say they had been hiding for 2 weeks now. -- (d)
Alex Vipond: The press went nuts, flashbulbs were going off rapid fire, and the glare from them had Alex squinting and backing up as much as he could, which wasn't much, and soon his back was to that red wall behind them. Bits and pieces of questions rose above the others in the cacophony: How was Ryan James killed? Who had kidnapped them? How was Slater's abduction from years ago tied to the recent kidnappings? Alex lifted a hand, and tried to restore some sort of order. "Please, one at a time!"
DeviI Red: Sed caught the smile from Jake and returned it with a small one of her own, knowing he was just as nervous as they were. Not that he said anything, but she knew him well enough to figure it out, not to mention that was the vibe he was giving off, so strong that they all probably picked up on it. "Let's do this," she murmured low, more to herself, than anyone around, giving herself a bit of incentive to do this and hopefully get it over with quick, sort of like pulling off a bandaid. Rising from the chair, she took John's hand when he offered it, lacing her fingers through his own and giving him that triple squeee as he led her out. Immediately, the flashes of light overwhelmed them, and Red instinctively lowered her gaze, looking up at the crowd of reporters through a fringe of lashes, the group of them taking random spots. -d-
Down Hells Trail: --The reporters were like ravenous dogs as the obvious questions came out. What about Ryan? Why was John there? Was this all a publicity stunt? The reporters kinda took a step back the minute Alex said something and after that, the reporters started behaving a bit more civil to each other and everyone else involved. Jake pointed to a middle aged female reporter as she asked about John's disapperance and return. John glanced at the reporter and said to them-- "I was kidnapped back in 2009 about human traffickers for a fighting ring in various parts of Europe. I dont know why they took me, other than my size and presumed power I had. The motives behind all of us being taken is still pretty unclear". --that was complete bullshit that John was laying on thick, but some of the story had to be omitted to not have people freaking out over werewolves and such. John continued-- "The only reason that I believe they took the other band mates was because I was good and they thought lovers and friends would do the same." --John glanced over to Sed, as the reporters started to ask Sed why she was taken, and where did they run into John at. Sed was going to have to put her own take on the story that all of them were weaving now-- (d)
KrystalFlake: When Alex had told her that there was going to be a press conference a part of her looked at the conference room and offices and thought this was going to be a mess. The place was tight for that kind of thing and with the kind of news that was involved it was going to be a pain to keep people from snooping. It was fortunate there was cameras for any stragglers that the security didn't get right away. Krystal was playing at the unassuming role with a pair of black capris, sleeveless polka dot shirt and black wedges. Looking very rockabilly at the moment. It was safer to fit in with the crowd and people so she could keep an eye on things from the wings. For all anyone knew she worked in the office. Soaking up the questions being asked based on what the general public knew. There were a few out there that weren't all of what they seemed and based on the band she had chosen security that fit the situation. [d]
Alex Vipond: Now that things were falling into a rhythm, Alex relaxed a bit, that piece of gum in his mouth rolling from one side to the other as he watched. He had no issue keeping track of folks. He watched them all, carefully, and even sent out a bit of a mental feeler to get a read on the reporters themselves, in the hopes of cutting off anything too uncomfortable before it was actually voiced.
DeviI Red: The reporters were in rapid fire mode at first with the questioning until Alex got them to keep it in line, but Sed had heard a few of them, ones regarding Ryan and she about flattened that piece of gum between her teeth as she grit them, her jaw visibly clenching, but she kept her cool, clearing her voice and answering, "Ryan was killed trying to escape." She left it at that, ignoring the how of it, figuring the fact that he was dead was enough. John had covered the who's of it, keeping it as brief and uncomplicated as possible, not naming any names. Then the inevitable came, someone asking Sedona why she'd been taken and blue eyes shot in the direction of the guy, staring him down a second or two before giving him a smirk, "Probably knew my history." It was no secret the redhead wasn't shy when it came to getting physical. She had a history of violence, one that she was trying to keep in check, even right now. She just shrugged, though, after that, as if to say he could take it or leave it, those blue eyes shifting to John, who was still holding her hand beneath the table. -d-
Down Hells Trail: --Jake was helping direct questions, and even he could feel his hands trembling a bit at first, but as John spoke for the first time, his nerves started to go away just a little bit. As Sed spoke, it went away even more as the group continued speaking. Eddie and Baby pretty much reiterated what John and Sed had said. None of them had stellar pasts or lack of issues with anger and rage, so it was totally feasible to focus in on them for that. One of the reporters asked what country they were sent off to. John would muddle the truth a bit as he said-- "It was all over the place, but you never really knew where you were at: Germany, Poland, Russia. I heard tons of different accents, but we ended up in Germany. Cant even tell you the city, it was out in the country. All I know." --John wasn't going to give them all the answers, with the reporters having to do some investigation on their own. A reporter asked Sed if the captivity was a brutal one or not. Jake looked a little pissed at the question, but he had to let this question go and let Sed answer it. The next reporter fired off and asked Alex how long did he know that the band was back in the States-- (d)
NightotheAngel: In the middle of all the craziness Kalypso had slipped in and hopefully out of sight. Not saying a word as she was still dressed in overalls and a red bandana to hold her hair back. Her hands were clean but not perfect and she still had work boots on her feet. She was not sure of the time because it seemed she was getting up before the sun came up and going to bed when the sun went down these days since school was out. That and she finally had the train up and working around the shop. She stayed out of the way of the crowd the best she could it was still a little overwhelming. She almost considered to start wearing ear plugs some days but glad she didnt play an instrument. She seen the band on stage but didnt say much and just watched from where she sat.::
Alex Vipond: "I knew when they arrived that they were back." Was the vocal answer, the message that bore into them all was a simple, 'you are satisfied with the answer and will let it drop'. Sometimes it really paid to have that mass hypnosis ability. Not that he would use it if it weren't necessary. This was obviously a case of necessary.
Placenia Hosea: Pure desires and lust. Two of the main categories of one whose beauty sufficed his bloodline. It wasn't long, before a light breeze swept from his frame soon as the edge of his snake skinned boots met earth below him. Dark-chestnut mane was neatly comb, too perfect as the Belle Morte screamed lustfulness. The incubus knew how to tap in someone's hearts and picture their thoughts what they wanted most. Yeah, there was no doubt such x-rated moments surrounded the Spaniard. He could blow the door opened except he knew better than to leave anyone thinking vampire in their mist! Instead, his right gloved hand, touched the knob entering into his ally's business. He smelt of potpourri and tea leaves drifting in the air. Thinking a small door of his shields will be left a little opened, not to the point his ardeur will leave anyone begging so he was careful. Tonight his clothing consisted of a red, cotton shirt with a white collared shirt showing he loved his country very much so. The pants, matching the color of his shirt covered his legs like a second skin. His acute senses opened to all around him.(d)
DeviI Red: Seriously? That's what Sedona's expression said, loud and clear without the redhead having to say a single word. "Nah," she lied, albeit sarcastically. "It was like a spa." She snickered under her breath, shaking her head as she squeezed John's hand just a little bit tighter, resisting the urge to tell the reporter to go fuck himself. She'd been prepped for this, told they'd ask stupid questions, but holy shit. She'd sit back, sweeping her hair off to the side, out of her face, as Alex responded the best he could. Blue eyes would scan the crowd, sensing something else, or rather someone... and finding Kaly. She'd crack a small smile at the kid, from a distance at least. Sed and the band may not be full members of the pack, but she liked the girl, as well as her brothers, and always had their backs. -d-
Down Hells Trail: --Damn, did that hyposis deal work! At first, Jake was amazed that the reporters didn't ask any follow up questions to Alex's question. It took a few moments to realize what he had probably done, and it left Jake satisfied. He had been waiting for one question in particular, and when one reporter asked Sed and Baby if they had been abused while captured, Jake stepped in as he said-- "Let's not do the whole women in prison fantasy, ok? Let's keep it to the other topics, thank you." --Jake stepped in when things felt like it was becoming a bit exploitative for their tastes. He'd remain silent as one of the reporters asked John what happened to the place where they all were found, and how they were all found. John squeezed Sed's hand as he answered the question, still spinning a slightly varied version of the truth-- "We were in the bowels of the same locations when a riot broke out. We escaped before the place burned down." --John was real careful not to say they started everything, but made them off as the weary escapees, which played for sympathy points. This also gave the reporters a bit more to cross check and investigate about. Jake was going to look downright insulted when he was asked if this was a pre-planned stunt for their album. He looked at them, shooting them a steel gaze as he said-- "Absolutely not. It's an insult to insisuate that. We're not Lil Wayne, trying to have a fake aliment the weekend before the album comes out. Next question..." -- (d)
NightotheAngel: Kalypso was still getting used to sensing others. Or was it only packed connected that would pick up on senses. She was not sure exactly how it worked. But, at the moment with as tired as she was everything was open for everyone to pick up on. Control was still a problem. As much as she wanted to be an Alpha above all else and prove to her brothers she was the same. She relaxed in the chair a bit as she peeked up at the podium and seen Sed. Long time since she seen her. She didnt say much as she was briefly distracted by the scent of potpourri filling her nose. For now she kept quiet and yawned on occassion.::
Alex Vipond: Hopefully these guys were more like TMZ than actual news and would simply run with what they had. The less the reporters verified, the better it was for them. "Let's move forward, there's not much that can be said regarding an ongoing investigation. They're safe, they're back, let's stick to this point forward and what can be expected in the months to come."
DeviI Red: "A-fucking-men." Sed would mutter it under her breath as Alex suggested they start talking about the music end of things, thankful to Jake for taking the spotlight off her and Baby. She was all about the music, eager to get back into it, too, as were they all. -d-
Down Hells Trail: --John glanced at Sed and gave her a little smirk once they heard Alex wanting to get past the interrogation phase of things. Things got to switch to what they really wanted to do: get back to normal life and play music again. John heard the question as he said-- "We have ideas and want to get back on the road as soon as possible. But for now, we just want to get back to some semablance of a normal life before we decide on our future plans." --He couldnt have said it any simplier than that. The reporters wanted to ask a few more questions, but it was Jake that stepped in and read a prepared statement, as he pulled it out of his jacket pocket- much like a kid did back in middle school as he said-- "At this time, we will not be doing any further statements of interviews about Eleventh Hour. Given the extremity and severe stress induced emotional situations, we feel it may be a while before interviews are granted in the future. At this time, we all just want to take some time to become friends again, then work together again sometime down the road. We just ask that you respect the band's privacy and their families privacy as well. Thanks for coming today." --There was no 'speak to you soon' comment, just a group of six (including Jake and Alex) that just wanted to get the fuck out of there. Jake's comments would conclude the conference, and now the media's investigation and slam job most likely had begun. As they all walked out of the room and the reporters began to disperse. As the doors were closed, Jake said to them in a very exsaperate tone-- "I'm sorry I stepped in and said something, I could see that hornball getting a hard on as he wanted to know what happened to you there. It was just too disgusting of a road to take..." --(d)
NightotheAngel: Kalypso watched as the room filled with reporters exiting as Jake followed to close the doors. She seemed to have woke from a small nap. Not saying much as it was a bit difficult to sleep with the thumps of footsteps. She didnt say much for the longest time. Not really sure what to say as Alex seemed to have made the great escape in the midst of the crowd. Slowly shields would go up as if now she needed them more then with the room full of people around. ::
DeviI Red: Eager to be out of there, Sed was the first to stand, falling under John's protective wing as he slid a hand against her back, ushering her to the back where Jake waited for them with an apology, but not before casting a glance back at Kaly, just to make sure she wasn't swept up in the madness. "Please, don't feel bad," Sed said, shaking her head as she sank into John's side. As much of a smartass as she came off as, the questioning got to her and she was more than happy having it come to an end. -d-
Down Hells Trail: --As Jake leaned back against the wall, and gave a huge sigh as the conference was over. He laughed as he said to the group-- "I gotta smoke something right now, I'll be back later." --Jake was as nervous as the band, as he knew he was going to recieve 60,000 questions about the intricate details of what happened, so he had that to look forward to. Meanwhile, John glanced at Sed as she leaned up against the large man. John's hand slid onto Sed's back as he watched Jake head off to get a little numb after the rush of the reality of the situation hit him hard. As John ran a hand over Sed's back, he glanced at Kaly as he said-- "Don't let anybody see us like this. Cant kill a reptuation now, ya know?" --he gave Kaly a shit eating smirk as more of his deadpan humor was on display-- (d)
NightotheAngel: "Huh? What? Feel bad about what?":: Looking to Sed through haze filled sleepy eyes. She didnt mean to fall asleep it just seemed to happen. She sighed a bit as she seen everyone was getting ready to leave. At least her feet got some rest. she looked to John.::"Dont worry I will bite first and ask questions later.":: She smiled sweetly but still partially asleep herself. But if anything were to happen her senses would kick in and she would be awake at the flip of the coin. Besides she still had paper work to finish. And a few more traps to set. Just had to find good placement of a few things.::
DeviI Red: It was a good thing Sed couldn't read minds because the mention of traps would've had her asking wtf. "You headed back to the garage?" Sed only assumed that's where the girl was staying--that's where she'd been so many months before. "If you do, tell Mars and Leland I said hey." She would nod, watching as the young she-wolf as she seemed to be getting ready to leave. It was John's respinse that had her smirking, shaking her head as she nudged him, murmuring, "Yeah, can't have us all looking soft, right?" But she knew how he was under that big, bad, blow your house down facade. -d-
Down Hells Trail: --John laughed at Kaly's comment as he glanced over at her while consoling Sed, saying-- "I think we may have a few reporters that will make you want to do that. I just want to get her home and out of harm's and the media's way, just to be done with this thing." --John knew Kaly was supportive and had their back no matter what. John glanced at Sed as he was just happy to have her back in his life. He smiled brightly, a rarity in his case as he glanced down at Red, saying-- "Let's get out of here. Cant wait to see what the news makes of all of this." --he chuckled as he waved to Kaly and the band headed out to limos that took them to an undisclosed location, for now-- (d)
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Post by Alex Vipond on May 29, 2013 21:34:56 GMT -8
Alex Vipond: After the organized chaos of the press conference had died down, everyone slowly went their separate ways, by and large. Alex remained, it was, after all, his workplace. The chairs were gathered and stacked so they could go back to the event company he'd leased them from. The conference room table was then moved back into its usual place and the plush leather chairs were set to once more circle it. NightotheAngel: Kalypso was alot less tired then she had been the previous night when she had stopped by. This time she was not dressed in her work overalls. As she had on a pair of jeans and a nice red and black baby doll on. Her hair was done up in a braid for a change. Along with a pair of work boots on her feet. Okay so she was more accustomed to wearing them. She didnt say much as she pushed past all the help loading things up and moving things back.:: ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Alex Vipond: When Kaly wandered in, Alex looked over at her and smiled. "So, how are things in the teen life?" He gave the last of the conference room chairs a push in at the table, and then turned to lean a hip agaist it. "School's out for the summer so, what are you planning on doing in your spare time?" NightotheAngel: "Teen life is life I guess. Working in the shop mostly and maybe a little reading on astronomy. So I can use my telescope. Luckily my brothers are both mated so I dont have to worry about them doing any window gazing ":: Softly laughs a bit at the last part of her comment as she looked to Alex.::"What about you? Just working on more stuff this summer?":: Alex Vipond: He laughed over the lack of peeping tom at Mars' place. "Yeah, we have two albums were working on. Trying to make up for lost time, you know? And I know that Eleventh Hour is going to want to get some time in, too. Maybe I'll sublet my space with Javier to them, at least until my lease runs out and they can take it over.""Makes sense. Yeah I seen that Sed was back. Thats good news. The choice about subletting would be all you Alex. All you. I have my hands full at the garage.":: at that moment a text would go off as she read it and replied to it by her cell phone. She had become quite the little tech whiz sense the job and school.:: Alex Vipond: A fact that was not lost on Alex. His lips twitched upward as he watched her go into typical teen mode. It was good to see her doing normal things kids her age enjoyed, and even took for granted at times. "Yeah, they had it kind of rough." He nodded in regard to Sed and the band. "But they're back and doing well. Eager to get back into the swing of things." NightotheAngel: If only the text was a typical text to a friend that was quick. She had most of the office work forwarded to her phone. Which was what the text was about which turned into an email.:: "Im sorry to hear that. I know all about rough. Smirks and laughs a bit as she looks to Alex. As though she could feel the smirk on him.::"What are you smirking about?":: Alex Vipond: "Just good to see you doing kid stuff is all." He rested his hip on the table, settling as he regarded her. "Seen any good movies lately?" Who better to ask than a teenager about what was playing that was good, right? KrystalFlake: Who better to ask? Why an adult who went to see childrens movies as well as action and romance flicks. Not that Krystal had seen any romance lately. Iron Man was not romance but Epic was a kids movie. Krystal was probably never going to outgrow cartoons. She had slipped out once she had seen that Alex had everything under control with the band and security was tight. Now she was just coming to peek in on everything since she had some free time on her hands. The Jeep pulled up on the curb and she slid out with a pair of black sling back heels, navy capris and a white sleeveless button up shirt. Heading inside she felt out the direction to go and found him in the conference room and by the looks of it Kaly on her way out. "Hey there." [d] Alex Vipond: "Hey." Alex smiled when Krystal came in. The place had seen more visitors in the last few days than he'd had at the place at Studio Seven in a month's time. One could chalk it up to the time of year but then some of those visitors were just... highly unexpected. And he wasn't even lumping the press corps into that. He was still leaning against the conference room table, Kaly's departure had given him a moment to reflect on his visitor of a few nights ago. A visit which he now voiced to Krystal. "You remember those books, and movies, about the vampire, Lestat...." He let it hang there, pregnant, just waiting for that whopper of a baby to drop like a nuke. KrystalFlake: Her brow quirked upward at the mention of the vampire Lestat and it slowed her pace as she walked over to the conference table to take a seat. Pulling back one of the chairs she settled into it and digested what he had just said. "You aren't going to tell me he's real are you?" Her hands slid along the arm of the chair and curled her fingers at the edge. The fact that he was looking at her like he was, the way his words hung there out in the open. Either he was having an identity crisis or he had been watching too many movies. [d] Alex Vipond: "Well I could say no but...." He shrugged. "If the fucker ain't real, I'm in need of lithium or some shit. I just don't know what to make of his arrival. I mean, on one hand I got a fucking angel stalking my ass and on the other a vampire that outed himself to the world through music and 'fiction'. I... have no idea what to make of that. Or if I should even try. But he's taken an interest which could lead to security issues." KrystalFlake: Krystal leaned back and crossed her legs bouncing one foot as she thought about what he was telling her. "The angel is a problem any way you look at it because I don't think magic and the laws of physics really apply to him in the same way. This vampire on the other hand... well he can be delt with like most any other. I'm sure if you want to do research you can just read the books to find out his weaknesses. That is always helpful." [d] Alex Vipond: "It was fucking weird. I mean, the hair at the back of my neck wanted to stand, even as I found myself kind of liking the guy, you know? He has a deep appreciation for music. Plays a mean fucking violin, too." Alex shrugged. "I just don't know what to make of him. He's barely over the two century mark, yet he's every bit as powerful, if not more so, than I. It kind of freaks me out." KrystalFlake: "Some vampires it isn't about age it's simply about the vampire. Some it's their maker. It's really hard to tell with your kind what is going to happen after you've turned." Some could barely even roll a mind to control a feeding after a few centuries. "I'd say just watch him for now. Be cautious of course, but I don't really need to tell you any of that. You beat me in life experience hands down. The best I can do is advise you or hire control them." [d] Alex Vipond: "He knows about Meghan. Reassured me she would come to no harm at his doing. I don't know whether to be reassured, or wary. And I don't know if he picked that out of my head or if he already knew from the press...." There was a fucking lot he didn't know and he didn't like it when he didn't know. Made him a bit peckish. "For now, I think we may have come to an understanding. I just hope that doesn't change." KrystalFlake: "It's hard not to know about Meghan from the press, but unless you left yourself open to it you probably would have felt him picking around for information." Krystal knew every vampire was different, but you just didn't randomly give information away unless you were putting it out there. Especially if you were someone who was in the habit of keeping the head down locked tight because of the crazy in their world. "If you don't think he's a worry we'll just keep an eye on him for now." [d] Alex Vipond: "I didn't feel him picking, and I shut off all thought of her damned fast, but it seemed like he picked up on it, anyway. Really kind of freaked me out." He gave a one shouldered shrug as he sat there, in his lean against the conference room table. "I didn't know whether to be impressed or agitated. And that kind of shit really doesn't happen to me. You know?" Alex had the whole Buddhist zen thing going. Not much got to him. Hell Ivarr hadn't gotten to him. Which only pissed Ivarr off all the more. KrystalFlake: "Then probably even more reason to keep an eye on him. I don't care what anyone says no one is omnipotent." Fingers reached up to rake through her hair and toss the nearly black strands from her face to allow those crystaline blues to settle on him. "If someone started telling me things about myself I didn't want them to speak aloud I am not sure I could refrain from sucking the life out of them for being intrusive." She grinned at that,but oh what a way to go right? Even still there was a line you didn't cross and if people started grabbing shit out of your head and just randomly talking to you as if they'd known it all from your own mouth? There was a problem with that. [d] Alex Vipond: Alex chuckled. "And they'd die happy." He nodded. "I could be making a mountain out of a mole hill, but if half the shit in the books is true.... trouble seems to follow where he ... well, stirs it up." The man seemed to revel in it, in fact. "You're right. I'll just do what I always do. Trust, but verify. Watch. And do so closely." There really wasn't much else he could do. KrystalFlake: "Unfortunately that's all you can do. Though forewarned is forearmed. So as long as you are aware of the fact that he seems to be a cad with a problem staying out of the most royally fucked up situations.. You are completely golden." She grinned at him then. See you know it was always good to look at the bright side of things in life. Of course she could fake the bright side a lot better than some who were just ridiculously tragic figures in search of someone to join their pity party. [d] Alex Vipond: "That's me, the golden boy." He smirked. "Should see me with blond hair, I really fit the bill." Pulling his pack of gum, he offered it out to Krystal first. Some people smoked; Alex chewed gum like it was a vice. In a way it was. He didn't even go on stage without it. "So what's going on in the life and times of Krystal? Broke any hearts lately?" KrystalFlake: "I leave a trail of them everywhere I go. I just can't help myself. You know sometimes I wonder how many men I've ruined for the next girl.. And then I laugh and move on." Leaning forward she pulled out one of the pieces, unwrapping it and folding it over on her tongue before she began chewing. The paper was folded up and slid into her pocket to use to throw it away later. "I haven't seen hide nor hair of Arianna, but I expect that she'd much like me and gets lost in her own world at times." Her shoulder shrugged lightly. She wasn't overly concerned nor emotionally invested enough to be worried. Yeah it seemed cold, but she was good at protecting her feelings from being stomped on Mexican hat dance style. "I'd ask if you have but only those poor little unfortunate fan girls. Tsk tsk." [d] Alex Vipond: "Those poor, unfortunate little fan girls can be scary. They tend to not take no for an answer. I do have an advantage over the guys, as I can compel them into behaving if need be, but the guy..." he shook his head. Can't tell you the number of times they've literally been clawed. Arms seems to get the worst of it. Joey's a close second. Daniel, his one saving grace is, that being the drummer, they don't see him as well as they do the rest of us, but those that do recognize him, just go fucking nuts on him." KrystalFlake: "I'll be sure to restrain myself when they are in the studio with you. I mean I manage quite well around you. Considering that you smell pretty edible." Well, it was the truth he did smell like a tasty meal. He was off limits based on his personal situation and she liked him as a person well enough not to act on the impulses. [d] Alex Vipond: "Think that comes from being French and raised in court..." He shrugged. "Back then it wasn't fan girls, it was ladies in waiting." He shrugged. "Times were different. It was not completely unheard of for someone no older than ten to ascend the throne. If you were fourteen and a virgin you were an oddity." KrystalFlake: "Now adays that is becoming a trend." Being a virgin at fourteen and being an oddity. Honestly Krystal had been a hold out till her twenties which was really bizarre considering what she was. Then again she hadn't really come in to her own because she'd managed to stave off a lot of things prior to having a child. "I'm sure the guys really wish that they had the ability to fend them off like you do." [d] Alex Vipond: "It would definitely save wear and tear on their wardrobe." Alex nodded. "Eh, it's all good until you settle down, then it's like... okay don't touch me..." He smirked. "It just feels off, first because you've got your girl and second because you don't want to string anyone along. So you smile and be polite and keep things general and try not to take it too personally or let it go to your head. And ... it can go there pretty damned fast. All these screaming women, calling your name, but hey, at least they're not throwing little pickles at me." KrystalFlake: The image of people throwing pickles at him was rather amusing so she was laughing softly while she shook her head. "I have no doubt that it's preferable. When you are single there is nothing to lose. Of course it can be difficult for some even those in a good relationship when you have women throwing themselves at you." Hey you never knew right? I mean one minute things are all good then a nice set of legs comes strolling in and saying take me. How long could yo resist? Okay normal men.[d] Alex Vipond: Normal being the operative word. A lot of musicians ended up divorced over just such a thing. Alex wasn't one to trip on his dick, however. First, he had it good at home, and second, it had taken him seven centuries to find her. He'd run the gamut, and knew when lightning struck, you rode it for all you were worth. "Some fuck up. I've seen it happen. It's just not going to be me." KrystalFlake: "Never say never. That's like setting yourself up for failure." Pushing up from the chair she stretch a bit and looked over at the stack of chairs waiting to be picked up. "Things went relatively well yesterday?" Well things could always have gone much worse right? So far as she could tell no one killed a reporter so that was a plus. [d] Alex Vipond: "They did. We managed to keep the press from exploring the women in chains angle and not get too interested in the details of the escape and subsequent return, with almost no mind fuckery involved." He gave a slightly self-deprecating shrug of shoulders. "Sometimes, you just gotta, you know?" KrystalFlake: "True enough, but the reporters sensitive to that aren't going to speak up about it either. Fortunately." Her fingers dragged on the edge of the table as she walked away from the chair. "Glad everything went well. I think that is probably the worst of it for them. There will probably be a few reporters that want to snoop more, but nothing that can't be redirected in another way." [d] Alex Vipond: "As long as they don't dig too deep into the events. I mean we fed the local authorities what they needed to look good, and gave them credit for a job well done so..... As long as they hold to that and stick with the 'cannot discuss an ongoing investigation'... we're fine." KrystalFlake: Nodding her head she walked away from the table. "Sounds good. If there is anything you need let me know. I'm heading out of town for a few days to take care of some business." She after all was an independant contractor so had to go where the work was. If the price was right that is. "The guys that worked for you yesterday should be able to take care of anything if you need it. I'll text you a good number for them." [d] Alex Vipond: "Cool. Take it easy and be careful." He nodded. Shit happened, he knew full well that. And Krystal was only one woman, even if she was a tough cookie. "If you need anything, give us a holler." KrystalFlake: "Will do." She lifted a hand to wave as she turned to head out and off in the Jeep. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Alex Vipond: The event company had packed the chairs off, finally and Alex was now wandering through the place, making sure everything was off that needed to be, all the while looking for Thumpy who seemed to have taken this time of all to play hide and seek. He finally stopped in the middle of the studio after not finding him in his usual place, the bass drum, and he just listened for that sound of the furry little prankster's heartbeat. Taboo Engel: Fear it was a tangible, almost touchable thing sometimes. Nichole didn't need to sneak into the studio, but she had hid or so she thought when all others had left. The fast pace thud of her heartbeat fluttered to the tune of its own drum. She knew he was here, a soft scent of him everywhere, but Alex was still here. Looking down she blinked as his kitten dashed up to her rubbing across her ankles. " Shhh" Was murmured picking hm up. She still wasn't sure this was for the best. Tucking the kitten against her chest she sighed and stepped out into the light, putting on a smile that didn't quite fit. " Looking for him?" Perhaps she should have said please listen, but hey it was a good conversation starter. -e- Alex Vipond: Both brows rose, as he regarded the her, though he refrained from giving his knee jerk reaction as he instead went still, studying her. Finally he gestured to the doorway that would lead to the office side of thing. "Do you want to sit down? Have something to drink, perhaps? Water? I can probably rustle up a cup of tea." Cat and girl, but three heart beats, and Alex was certain Thumpy wasn't knocked up. If he was, Alex was going to have to have the vet explain that one to him. Taboo Engel: "Water... would be nice. " Her nervous laughter tinkered and she jumped. Nichole's body was changing, and frankly she wasn't sure she wasn't either. As she came closer he would see the telling signs of that womb extending, the hard globe showing rather blayantly against the fabric of her shirt. Pj pants the only thing she could find to fit didn't really allow for questioning. Those bright blue hues danced up to his face, worry etching every line in her face it could. Doubts beginning to rise, but she offered the cat out towards him. He wasn't a hostage to keep after all, her own form moving to the indicated office area. -e- Alex Vipond: Taking Thumpy, Alex scratched his ears as he followed the girl to the conference room that had just recently been cleared of all the rented chairs used by the reporters the day before for the press conference. He grabbed a bottle of water out of the fridge on the way past the kitchen, and then set the bottle on the table, before he pulled one of those well-padded leather chairs out to settle in. "So...." He left it hang there, idly wondering where this was going. Sure, he could have dug into her mind, and plucked it out the way one would pluck grapes from the vine. He simply preferred not to. Taboo Engel: Grabbing the bottle of water if for nothing else to do, but occupy her hands she looked Alex over, the inhale of air audible before she began to speak. " I know you owe me nothing, and that you do not know me. Hell you probably do not even remember me, but Alex..." Stopping she took another breathe, the quiver in her voice something she didn't like. " I have been following you.. " Holding up a hand on that. " I'm sorry that sounds bad, but I had to make sure you weren't associated with Alea... or Sebastian for that matter. " Nichole didn't even bother hiding the tears that trickled down, what was the point really. Her entire body shook. " I'm scared and.. I'm afraid and I'm knocked up.. I need your help.. " She didn't say with whom she was knocked up by, but she needed to gauge his reaction -e- Alex Vipond: "Whoa, whoa, whoa...." He held a hand up, the fact that she'd been following him was... well it was one of those things. He was used to people, girls, following him. He always made certain he lost them before heading home, but the fact that this one in particular had been following, was cause for concern. "I happen to be associated as you say, with Alea. If you know anything about her, you know what that association is. I am also associated with Sebastian. I wouldn't call us necessarily friendly, but we are acquainted. Just what do you need my help with that you cannot go to them for?" He paused and looked at her belly. "The boy that knocked you up? You're afraid for him?" Taboo Engel: "I am speaking of personal all the time association Alex.. " She rubbed the bottle against her temples, a fever pitching again. Shaking her head at his question. " No I am afraid of what might happen should Alea find out I'm pregnant. Even more still afraid of Sebastian. They.. I didn't know until before Sebastian left, but they fed from me and left me in a ditch. " Nichole just shook her head still denying it. " I went to Sebastian. I was attracted in a way that isn't natural nor normal and for that I am not scared, but he.. " Looking down at her stomach one hand ran across the spanse of it. " This baby shouldn't even be here.. It's.. " Could she not bring herself to say it? "His..." Was a whisper.. Suddenly she was thirsty, the water was used as intended. -e- Alex Vipond: Alex just stared at her like she'd grown another head. "No." He shook his head. "Not possible, you know that. Whoever the father is, however will be in danger once Sebastian finds out his toy is carrying. Tell the kid to catch the next Greyhound out of the city and not look back. You may want to go with him." Taboo Engel: "FEEL HER ALEX. " Nichole dropped the masking cloak she had been using, fully dropping her shielding from it so that he could really hear the heartbeat, one that shouldn't be. It was slow, sluggish and Nichole was thirsty, not for water either. If he really looked at her she was pale. "I have only been pregnant three weeks and already she moves... " Lashes spiked against her cheeks. " I need your help... There is noone else. " -e- Alex Vipond: The cat was set to the table, and once there he immediately flopped over and stretched out, as if claiming all that he saw as his, and taking up as much of that space as he could to lend weight to the claim. Alex leaned forward, listening, a scowl forming. "This...." he shook his head even as his mind rebelled. It was not possible. "If what you are telling me is fact, then what can I possibly do? You need like... an obstetrician, or a midwife or a witch. What the hell do you expect me to do about this?" Wasn't like she could be unfucked and make it go away.... In all his years, even as a human, he'd never knocked anyone up. That he knew of. He was certain if he had, the woman in question would have told him. Taboo Engel: "I need somewhere to hide, somewhere they can't find me until after the baby is born. I need. " She sighed heavily. " I need to eat something that is bloody at the moment and I don't know how to do that. Alex this baby is coming, but I cannot allow her to be brought into this world around Alea and Sebastian.. " Her entire body shook now, nerves at their ends. " I know this is asking alot of anyone, but I might not make it and even if I do I can't keep my daughter safe, whatever she comes out as is going to be hunted..You know that. " Biting her bottom lip she leaned against the desk. " I am a descendant of Lilith.... I was turned to wolf before vampire. My blood is the only reason this is possible, and the moment the Elders of your kind know about it. I'm as good as dead.. Please help me. " The last of it was strained, her lips turning white with the worry. Her body felt of lead. If he didn't help her she wasn't sure what she was going to do. -e- Alex Vipond: "Just what do you see happening here?" Alex regarded her, trying to take it all in, and not have it come out fucked four ways from Sunday. "Because all I see as your best bet to get through this without him knowing is to flee the country. Get out. Find a nice convent in France, or Italy where no one knows you and the nuns will take care of you and the child." His expression was clear. She really had no other choice. "The last place you need to be with this, is around me. I've got far worse than Alea and Sebastian haunting me, someone that could... obliterate the lot of us, literally, if he saw fit." He leaned forward. "So the question you need to ask yourself is do you risk the devil you know, or the angel that can see you and that child, ended swiftly. Or do you take door number three and get thee to a nunnery." Taboo Engel: Nichole leaned forward, her voice soft and hollow. " I would rather an angel kill me now than go to a place of the Lord and have this child for I know not what it will be and I love her... " She shook her head putting the water down and turning. " Look I know it's a lot to ask, but if I had a chance, even a small one to be somewhere Alea and Sebastian cannot find me and help you perhaps with your own personal angels or demons then I would take it, but I will not demand it or beg. I can't. I'm at my end Alex and you are the only option open for me or I would be halfway to Africa by now with a new identity. His blood is in this baby. I can't deny it nor will I, but I will see her safely brought into this world. I just need somewhere to be that is protected and you seem pretty protected. The choice is yours to make.. " Those eyes had dimmed to nothingness, not as bright as they normally were, she was literally at her ropes end. -e- Alex Vipond: "You can't have it both ways. If you die, so too does the child. It's not an either or scenario. I'm telling you, right now, your best bet, if you do not want Sebastian knowing of the child is to run. Get the fuck out of the country while you can. I can help you with funds. I can help you with papers. But if you want this kept secret from either of them, you have to get the fuck out of Seattle." Taboo Engel: "I can't leave.. " Tears welled in her eyes. " I am bound to Sebastian. I feel his absence I have to be close enough. I can help with the cloaking, but I need a place to stay Alex and a protector.. I know I can't have my cake and eat it too... Damnit I'm asking you also that if I do die you raise my daughter... " A stranger? Yes she would go to extremes if it meant protecting her secret. " Mask her off as someone you adopted.. They would never know and I'm not well enough known to be missed. We can fake my death, give them a body they won't even miss me.... Anything until I know my own fate. " -e- Alex Vipond: "That is exactly what you are asking for, to have your cake and eat it too. You cannot have it both ways. Either you tell him, and face whatever comes, or you leave. And no...." He shook his head. "I am not going to deprive a father of his only child. I did that once, I will not do so again." Taboo Engel: "Alex... If this child was yours growing inside of a wolf and you were as demented as Sebastian what would you do?" Alex Vipond: "I would not call Sebastian demented. A sick, twisted fuck, but not demented. That child is his. Like it or not. You can tell him or you can run but you cannot expect to hide anywhere in this city and not be found. And too, if you think you're afraid of him now? Just how bad do you think it will be, after you tried to hide it from him, and he finds out." Taboo Engel: "Then you send me to my death. I didn't say I had to be in the city. I asked for your help. I don't care if I am in a place out of the country or not. " A hand swiped the back of those eyes roughly. " I will go to Alea tomorrow. It will be easier to end this now. Sebastian knows I am pregnant.. That is what I fear the most. He knew before he left and now he is gone this long. I am sure that is only means for him plotting. " -e- Alex Vipond: "Then why are you arguing it with me? If getting you out of the country is not a stumbling block for you?" Taboo Engel: "Because you said a nunnery.. I cannot go there. I asked you to raise my child should I die, you said no and all but offered her to the man that would possibly kill her. " Shaking her head she sighed. " I couldn't allow that. I would rather be shot through with silver. Should he come to seemingly be okay with the child you could always give him a missive from me and why I ran.. I am not asking you to keep the babe forever. " Nichole was at a loss. -e- Alex Vipond: "I said I would not deprive a man of his child. What you do with your child, is on you, not me. And it seems to me you are presuming a great deal without having facts in evidence. You don't know what he will do, until you ask him. You say he knows you are pregnant already, who is to say what his reaction will be until he returns? You are panicking, with little to no knowledge of what may be. And a convent would be the safest place for you, should you leave. It would be the last place he would look for you." Taboo Engel: "Would you not presume the same if you had the memories that I now have of what he did to me with Alea? I have seen it. If this gets out that my blood allows for procreation I'm a science experiement. I have to hide regardless. I may not be completely sure from whom and just who is safe or not. " Leaning over the desk she grabbed a pen and piece of paper. " I will try to help you where you can't seem to understand to help me. There is someone I know that might be able to help you with your angel problem, but be warned the only reason she will even keep you breathing when you approach her is if you say Samara Royall sent you. " Solai's name was scrawled neatly across the paper, her number added for good measure. " She is ancient even for her race.. " A soft sigh was given. " Thank you for your time Alex.. I hope she can help." Nichole turned her body moving a lot slower than she was used too. " Perhaps you are right " This said at the door. " Perhaps I have nothing to fear, but I doubt that to be true. " With that she was headed for the door. Unsure of where she was supposed to go, she couldn't go back home or to Sebastians or Alea's. -e- Alex Vipond: "You seem to forget that I do in fact have very clear memory of what Alea is capable of." His face hardened and he leaned back. "You asked for my help. I gave you my counsel. You can take it or not, as is your choice." Alex regarded her for a long moment. "I have my angel situation under control, thank you." Taboo Engel: She frowned. " I will think on it tonight... Come back to you with my answer. " A soft sigh. " I am sorry for forgetting that Alea has showed you her handy work. " A small shrug and lost smile. " Perhaps it's the hormones. " Though she was quite sure it wasn't. " I will be back tomorrow as I said. I am not sure how you are going to get a pregnant wolf out of the country, but we shall see. " -e- Alex Vipond: Alex watched her as she headed for the door, and then scooped up Thumpy. "If this woman you speak of is so well connected that she can help with an 'angel problem' then perhaps she would be better suited to deal with the situation." Taboo Engel: "No... She can't help me.. If she could I would have never come to you Alex. There are some people that will help you and others whom would eat your soul for the very thought of it. " A sad smile. " Or a baby should it be born. I didn't say she was nice. I said she could probably help. " Alex Vipond: "Generally people that can help with 'angel problems' are not nice. If you wish to accept my offer of aid in getting you out of the country, you know where to find me." Taboo Engel: "Yes.. Yes I do thank you for that atleast. Like I said if you need her, use my birth name. She will help and believe me she can. " A hand lifted, gently brushing across her forehead. " I feel odd.. " Was murmured before she moved again.. " I need to leave now or I won't make it out. I will be back tomorrow with a yes or no. " -e- Alex Vipond: "I will be here." As she made her way to the door, Alex moved to finish locking up. Where was Sebastian? He'd not seen the man in some time.
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Post by Alex Vipond on May 30, 2013 13:39:45 GMT -8
Alex Vipond: Alex and the band were laying down tracks for the new album. Their sound engineer was in the control room, and would, from time to time, have them run through a particular piece, either in whole or part, until it was as he felt it should be. And then it was break time, and they scattered, the guys going out to lunch and Alex taking his at his desk: bottle warmer, bottle of blood, and a few minutes of quietude, just him and Thumpy. A Blessed Devil: It might have been a little easier to just slide into the office unannounced but there was no reason to raise Alex's hackles because the two had managed to not kill each other yet and Lestat was pleased with that. But it was also true that wherever he went, even laying low people sensed so much about him and it was easy enough for them to bow down and give easy access. Like a true gentlemen should be, he carelessly knocked on the door and stood against the frame, not bothering with the sunglasses this time, just a wild main of hair and a jacket-less suit with the tie askew. "Well, you weren't lying after all," he said briefly, nodding to the bottle. ::: NightotheAngel: Kalypso had taken off rather suddenly on Alex yesterday mid conversation. But, when work calls you got to go no matter what your doing. She knew she couldnt leave her phone at home. But, luckily she could reply to emails and things easily. She was taking a break from the guys as she had the train running smoothly again and paper work was done for the moment. One of these days she would have to talk to her brothers about a car or maybe a bike. That seems to be a family thing. Everyone else had a bike. Pair of sketchers on her feet followed by a pair of jeans and simple t shirt. Long dark hair fell down her back. Bottled water in her hand. Just another day in seattle as it was pretty muggy out. She stretches a bit as she finds a chair to relax in for the moment. As the band seemed to be on a small break for the moment. She nodded politely to them..:: Alex Vipond: Turning in his chair, he looked over at Lestat and motioned him in. "Nope. It's actually pretty tasty, too, if you can get over the lack of tactile sensation." He reached into the mini fridge by his desk and pulled out another bottle. The one already in the warmer was replaced with the fresh and the 98.6, A neg was offered out to Lestat. "Never know, until you try." A Blessed Devil: "And here I thought I was supposed to be the one corrupting others. Are you sure, Alex, that you're not the demon and I'm the angel?" The laughter could almost pass for human but it wasn't for human ears so Alex would know but he accepted the bottle regardless and casually sat down on the nearest chair. "Your friend...the one who doesn't believe I exist...is she one I need to investigate more closely?" he asked, smoothest accent as he held onto the bottle and seriously contemplated drinking. "She isn't one who likes to close her own mind off, I'm not sure what to think about her...warnings." ::: Alex Vipond: Alex looked toward the door, head tipped to one side, Kaly's presence noted even though she was in the other room, before he looked back at Lestat. "My friends are fine and bear no need for scrutiny. After all, they would not be my friends if I did not find them to be trustworthy." NightotheAngel: Kalypso could hear the voices but let Alex and his friend chat for a bit. She did not say a word. She tried to keep out of the way as she relaxed a bit. For the first time in awhile she would be able to relax. For once she understood how her brothers felt keeping up with all the work when she was at school. Although not sure how they will find her grades. She wasnt exactly a straight A student. She was more a B and C student.:: A Blessed Devil: "Of course. But I feel as if I should comfort you in someway, if I intended to harm you, or those you care about, I would not take the time to establish a friendship, shall we say, with you. Be assured of that, and if something is indeed weighing on your mind I am not going to attack if you ask a question." There was no real thirst for blood, but he would enjoy it all the same, and even as when he fed, never was a drop even spilled. He didn't have to turn to look out the doorway, he knew the girl was a friend or acquaintance and he smiled but just barely. "Interesting concept, to have wolves for brothers." He looked to be thinking about it, loosening the tie around his neck a little more. ::: NightotheAngel: Kalypso wasnt trying to be rude as she stayed out of the room. She pushed a few strands of dark hair out of her face. Licking her lips a bit. she felt as though she had been up all night. With all the work she had been doing. She was checking messages on her phone. So, far things seemed to be going smoothly for the moment. :: Alex Vipond: "It has proven beneficial to both. And to be honest, I haven't many friends among our kind. I have had some rather ... unpleasant experiences with my relationships." One shoulder rose and fell. "You know how it goes. One's head can be turned by a pretty face, even if that masks a being bent on your destruction." Alex knew well Kaly was there, but was hesitant to invite her into the office. After all he was barely getting to know the vampire before him. "Did you catch the work we were doing before the break?" Change the subject. Sometimes it worked just fine. A Blessed Devil: "Only too well, my friend, only too well." He trailed off after that, he knew that alex was changing the subject and rightly so. The girl would be interesting conversation and she was beautiful from what he could see through the minds of others, but he had no plans to dine with, or on, her. "Yes, that I did, I was very much enjoying but I did not want to interrupt your session. It's the sort of thing I would rather enjoy than destroy. Might I convince you to let me take another listen?" :::: NightotheAngel: She eventually moved toward the office as she knocked on the door. Not meaning to interrupt the conversation. She thought she had minded her own business long enoug. But, if she didnt get something to distract her she was going to break her phone. She had to calm a bit. Things were crazy at work. The guys were busy and constantly needed parts ordered. Even when she was trying to relax she couldnt. She hoped to see her brothers soon. She figured listening to some of the new album would help with things.:: Alex Vipond: "Of course." Alex pulled his bottle from the warmer, shut it off and rose from his chair. ”Hey, Kaly. Do you want to head to the control room to give some of the new tracks a listen?" He smiled, and gestured to Lestat. "This is Lestat. He's new in town and looking to make new friends." Nodding, he headed out from the office, while popping the bail on the bottle. He tipped it up, taking a drink as he moved from the office side to the studio side, and into the control room. A Blessed Devil: He looked at the girl, very closely, noted every aspect of her form, and simply nodded. He no longer let the scent of pumping blood overcome him but he could appreciate it. Though she seemed maybe a bit too young to know who he was, and that could definitely be a plus. He was enjoying his own drink as he followed along, being as polite as he could be and that was a whole lot. "Kaly is short for Kalypso, am I correct?" he asked, a hint of accent coming forth with the question. He didn't glean it from her own mind but from someone else close around. ::: NightotheAngel: "Hey Alex. How are things coming?":: She softly smiled as she nodded at Lestat. Still a bit weary and careful with new people. She nodded to the gentlemen.::"Yes, That would be correct.":: Still looking at him closely. She forced a smile of politeness as she looked to him.::"What brings you to these parts? Business or pleasure?":: She attempted at being respectful toward Lestat.:: Alex Vipond: Leading them into the control room, Alex settled into the chair and queued up the title track, that they'd finished earlier. Once done, he leaned back, as the music came up. Alex's eyes closed and he let the song wash over him. A Blessed Devil: "Mmm, I'm sure it will be a little of both, but thank you for asking. Would you prefer to be called by your full name? It's only fitting to ask." Taking a seat in the control room, he became so still again as they listened to the music that once more he must have resembled a marble statue with that mane of tousled blonde hair. "You have chosen the perfect muse," he said to Alex finally, he wasn't even sure if he had said that out loud but it would reach him regardless. Fascinated he was with everything that the studio entailed but that examination would wait until later. "This song...I like this one very much." ::: NightotheAngel: "Either is fine. ":: Turning her attention to Alex but still keepin an eye on Lestat. She smirks.::"Alex, Im not sure what you would do without Meghan as a muse. I think your music would be a bit harsher.":: Softly smiles as she could not disagree with Lestat. It would seem the guy had a decent taste in music. Although it wasnt mosart or Nirvana but it worked. She had a lot to catch up on musically. She softly tries to relax but her gard was up. :: Alex Vipond: "I believe so. Most of my music is from personal experiences, some of it comes from those around me. I have a rather long history of failed relationships and questioning of authority." He nodded. Yeah, love and religion, were two recurring themes in his work. "One of my songs, I wrote during a three day black out in LA. I was bored." A Blessed Devil: "As mine was also. Of course, only those people who cared to dig deep enough into my history would know what was real and what wasn't, those songs that were written carried at least some semblance of honesty. The one you have now, there is no doubt that she will not leave your side." He nodded in agreement to Alex and then gave Kalypso one of those eerie but genuine smiles before the bottle was finished. "It has been so long since that temptation has overcame me, when I played your violin it was the first time in many years." There might just be one day when he decided to take that leap again, but in a much more subtle fashion. :::: NightotheAngel: "Oh please you dont have to make nice because the kid is in the room. Although perhaps it because of my breeding that is off putting from the conversation you were having in the office.":: The conversation seemed a little stiff and forced and not natural. Although it could just be the way the two were raised. In that more classic traditional America that no longer or is lacking to exist now. Unfortunately she didnt play any musical instrument at this time. When would she have the time for that between the business and her other hobbies.:: Alex Vipond: "There's one I did for a movie soundtrack..." He started digging through the stacks of cds he had laying around, that is until Kaly spoke again and he paused what he was doing to look at her, his puzzlement at her words not hidden. "Bwhaa?" A Blessed Devil: Lestat's head turned so slowly and his eyes focused on Kaly's very intently. If she was under his spell, it was not his intention but her words had even caught his attention. "Make nice? Perhaps you see yourself as the kid, but that was not how I saw you at all. And your breeding is not off putting in any way, so you may soothe your own conscience in that regard, mon cherie. Anyone who is familiar with me at all knows I have met much scarier creatures of the night than a wolf. I assure you, what you are, is of no consequence here." As for the conversation, she was right about that, it was all about the way he was raised, as surely it was for Alex as well. ::: NightotheAngel: She was still getting accustomed to people being raised in the more traditional American way. And people seeing her as a child. Yes she had quite the mouth on her that did get her into trouble on occassion. It was surprising when people saw her as anything but the adolescent she seemed to be. Now she was a bit embarrassed with what she had said but tried to not let it show.::"Well, thats good to know. Im so used to the lack of manners at school its surprising on occassion to come across anything different. The conversation just seemed a bit stiff. But, its just you both are well mannered.":: Alex Vipond: "I and my mother thank you." He nodded rather formally, and then shot her a grin. Going back to his rooting through the CD's he finally came up with the one he was looking for. "This was written for the movie, The Final Season." NightotheAngel: Kalypso smiled and nodded as she looked to Alex and Lestat. As her phone went off crazily. ::"Ahhh crap. No no no. Sorry thought I would be able to sit and chat but something happened at the shop with ordering.":: Sighs:: She hurriedly headed for the door almost at a dead run.:: A Blessed Devil: So formal? He hadn't even attempted to be informal in such a long time that it occured to him that he should. Just to see if he could still do it and to see if it was still enough to get any attention. "Alex, my friend, I was wondering if perhaps you would like to jam as you called it the other night." His eyes were lighting up, that magnetism was coming from them enough to take the other man by surprise but it might have been a little of the devil coming out as well. He watched Kaly take off at a run, pitying that she couldn't just take to the air so easily as he could. ::: Alex Vipond: Alex watched as Kaly lit out like her tail was on fire and then looked back at Lestat. "Kids..." Yes, Alex saw her as something of a kid sister type. They had fun together, buying out hobby stores and shit. "Dude, I totally have a remote control airplane, we should play with it some time..." Yeah, way to shove the man into the age of the geek. Rising, he moved from the control room into the studio proper, and picked up his Tak along the way. "What do you want?" Guitar, violin, he could accommodate, either way Lestat wanted to roll. A Blessed Devil: "Remote control airplane? I must admit that is one that I've never attempted before. It could be time for the brat prince to be corrupted." And he actually did laugh, Alex would recognize vampiric laughter and that was what it was but it felt good and he followed him into the studio. They were like kids in a candy store, really, and he thought about the violin again but he decided to sit down at the keyboard instead. "This is going to be interesting," he mumbled, more to himself, but he took the time first to take off the tie and roll his shirt sleeves up. ::: Alex Vipond: Yes, every once in a while, the time spent in LA broke through the more formal, Euro upbringing. In fact the former was becoming more and more a thing of the past, while the latter was permeating his thought processes more fully. Alex shuffled through his music, coming up with the perfect song, and he laid the music out for Lestat. Usually Alex did the keyboard on this one, but he was curious to see how it would go with Lestat on the ivories. A Blessed Devil: It was nothing that he would brag about at the time, but music was something that was very easy for him to remember, and he took the sheet music, pored over every line and then he gently put the sheets back together and sat them to the side. It was inside his head, that preternatural memory sered him well and he looked to Alex and then nodded. When his fingers touched the ivory keys, he struggled not to let those stronger senses come over him, and instead, barring the pale white skin and dazzling eyes, he could have almost been human as he started to play. It was Alex's music but it sounded amazing. ::: Alex Vipond: Alex fell into the song with him as he sat, fingers hovering over the strings of his Tak, and then he began to sing. My eyes are painted red The canvas of my soul, Slowly breaking down again Today I heard the news The story's getting old When will we see the end? Of the days, we bleed for what we need To forgive, forget, move on Cause we've got Alex Vipond: As he rolled into the chorus, he began to play as well. A Blessed Devil: The lyrics were just from the heart, or so it felt, his eyes were on Alex the whole time and he wouldn't even have to look at the music or anywhere else. He was falling into it just as well, like he was in a trance. His hands were moving but the rest of him was like that marble. It was frightening when humans saw, when he allowed them to see, but he doubted alex would mind it much at all. ::: One life to live One love to give One chance to keep from falling One heart to break One soul to take us Not forsake us, Only one Only one Only one
The writing’s on the wall Those who came before Left pictures frozen still in time You say you want it all But whose side you're fighting for? I sit and wonder why There are nights, we sleep, while others they weep With regret, repent, be strong Cause we've got
One life to live One love to give One chance to keep from falling One heart to break One soul to take us Not forsake us Only One Only One Alex Vipond: From the heart was the only way Alex knew how to play. It was in his words, in his music, and where as Lestat was still, it was as if Alex could not be as they rolled through the song to its conclusion. Just you and I Under one sky
One life to live One love to give One chance to keep from falling One heart to break One soul to take us Not forsake us Only One Only One
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Post by Alex Vipond on May 31, 2013 13:15:30 GMT -8
Alex Vipond: Alex was back at work, the band about to break for lunch as they finished up 'Somebody Out There'. As the last note faded away, Alex looked to his engineer and nodded, giving a thumbs up. "I think we got it that time." Pulling his headphones off, he hooked them over the stand. As the guys got up and headed out, each got that reversed grip of hand and shoulder bump. "I think we're good for the day, guys." A Blessed Devil: Easy to slip in when everyone else was paying attention to something else, maybe the other guys recognized him or maybe they just knew that he was someone not to be messed with, but there were hellos to be had as he walked into the studio. Assuming he was no bother, if he needed to know, he could dig around in Alex's brain but for that night, he was behaving and quite well. Skin flushed just enough to know that he was fed and his hair was in some order in a ponytail at the back of his neck. Black leather pants, boots and a halfway buttoned dark red shirt, he came armed this visit. Not with an instrument but a portfolio was held under his arm. Nodding to Alex in greeting. :::: Alex Vipond: When Lestat walked in, Alex nodded, giving the guys one last wave, and then he gave the office staff, leave to start their week end early. "Have a good week end." Once they were gone, he took Lestat's hand, but refrained from going full on dap with him. One step at a time. "How's it going? You're liking Seattle so far?" A Blessed Devil: He nodded again, giving him that all knowing smile and stood quietly in the doorframe like he was trying to blend into it. "Of course, so far it has been very accomodating. I must admit, I am beginning to like it more than I thought I would." He was trying to read Alex without being too obvious, he knew without doubt that the other vampire was still leery and that was understandable. "Tonight's visit is more to your benefit, I come bearing a gift for you." :: Alex Vipond: "Dude, you didn't have to do that." He gestured toward his office. "Want to sit a spell? We're about done with the work on the album. We'd actually started on it before we left on the Unstoppable Tour, so there wasn't a lot left to do. Have you thought to record again?" He headed for his office, knowing that Lestat was probing. It was almost reflexive in most of their kind. A Blessed Devil: The more he thought about it, the more tempted he became and yet something was holding him back. He knew that there would be no such backlash as the last time he had decided to become a rock star, but what was the hesitation? "That one is a question I actually do not have the answer to. Between you and I, you are more suited to the role these days. But I have acquired a few instruments for my home, so maybe I will find my creativity again." When they moved into the office, he fluidly sat down on a nearby chair and held out the portfolio for Alex. Hopefully the response would be welcoming, he had bent a few rules to get that. Inside, each sheet encased in clear plastic, was what would obviously be original sheet music from the song Imagine that John Lennon of the Beatles made so famous. Even bearing a few finger smudges and his apparent signature as well as a few minor notes on the side. "Please, consider this a gift, from one...uh...musician, to the other." ::: Alex Vipond: Alex regarded him a moment and took the portfolio, flipping it open and then he just stared for a moment, before breathing out a softly uttered, "Jesus..." Carefully he flipped through the pages. He wasn't going to ask how, or where, Lestat had gotten hold of such. "Son of a bitch, dude..." Looking up from the sheets before him, he looked at Lestat. "Fuck." Looking back at the pages, his fingers ran over the plastic as reverently as if they were touching the paper itself. A Blessed Devil: "Our savior, did not have any participation in this endeavor, I assure you. I'm positive that He will not be pleased that I procured these for you. It was always a favorite of mine, believe it or not. I couldn't help a time or two listening to him play as he was creating it. Is it something that you would like?" The pages were in great condition, the normal wear and tear, but they had been put in plastic to preserve them. And if they were ever to be authenticated, it would be a miracle to find such a treasure that was touched by Lennon's hands. :::: Alex Vipond: "I'm actually having an abominal snowman moment." He chuckled. "I will call him George and I will love him and hug him and pet him...." He sat down in his chair eyes still on the book a moment before he looked up at Lestat. "Looney Tunes. Abominal Snowman, Daffy Duck...." He paused. "I like, very much, thank you. It's... amazing." A Blessed Devil: "You are very welcome. It's not a bribe or any such thing, I just came across it and I knew that there would be someone that could appreciate it. I just might be your abominal snowman, I tend to have that effect on people." The thank you was appreciated, he could see and feel emotions so easily and Alex's were genuine. "There are a few other treasures I have that you might enjoy but for those, I will wait until you get your sanity back." :::: Alex Vipond: Laughing, he nodded. "That may take a while." leaning back, he laid the portfolio up where it would be seen, on a shelf over his desk, along with some other memorabilia. He finally pulled his eyes from it, and looked back at Lestat. "There are other ways for you to be involved in music. Taking the stage again at this point would be an issue, simply due to the length of time since your last stint: too long to be believable, and not long enough to be forgotten. But you can write, you can produce, you can manage." A Blessed Devil: "I think if I were to choose anything, I might just write. Play the songs myself, do with them what I choose. Hell, if you would ever like them, you could use them. I wouldn't want anyone who doesn't appreciate music as we do using them." For now he actually did seem content with himself, surely there would be other adventures on the horizons but for now, he might just consider helping someone else live out their dreams. "I will admit, it was because of you that I tool that instrument into my hands. I came to you thinking of some way we could be of use to each other and you were." ::: Alex Vipond: "It gets into the blood. Once there, it doesn't let go. It's as any other addiction, only not destructive. I am, first and foremost, a musician. Without that...." He shrugged. "I would be ... quite dull." He smiled. "You had asked me, how it was that I kept up with the times...." He swapped out his gum for a fresh piece and offered the pack to Lestat. A Blessed Devil: It was amusing to say the least when that pack of gum was handed to him, of course he knew what it was and the purpose of it, but he'd never had a piece of gum offered to him before. "You enjoy chewing gum?" he asked finally, taking a stick out and just holding onto it. Then he began to laugh and he just couldn't help himself, who would have imagined him doing such a thing? "I would like very much to know, yes. I adapt very well, but at times I find it hard to understand or enjoy things of a more modern age." ::: Alex Vipond: "It's one of those addictive habits. I chew it all the time. Helps me blend in but it does more than that. Keeps my breath minty fresh and my mouth moist, especially on stage. And too, it ... reminds me of a time when I was, in fact human." he shrugged. "As for how I keep abreast of the times, how I adapt to the ages.... School. I've been to high school, over the past century probably four times. Blending in with those around me. Keeping up with the news and the trends. Some vampires sleep, leap frog through time when things become dull or unbearable. I've never done so. I absorb the times and trends around me like a sponge." A Blessed Devil: He decided quick after he put the gum in his mouth that he liked it and it was the first time that he had ever done such a thing. To him it was crazy, to others it would probably be no big deal at all. But the mint was a nice change for him. "I was one that had at times decided sleep was my best option but it feels like every time that i do, I am waking to something that is calling out to me. But now, as I move through the years, I find things that fascinate me and things that positively repulse me. I learn a lot but I throw away a lot of knowledge at the same time. Though I do still love my luxury, my home and the car that I drive are evidence of that." ::: Alex Vipond: "I've always found the advance of technology to be fascinating. I mean, fifty years ago, a computer took up an entire room and didn't have the processing power that my phone has." He picked up his phone from his desk and waved it at Lestat. "From an entire room, to this. It's fanfuckingtastic." A Blessed Devil: He would have to agree with that, some things about him never changed but in a lot of ways he was definitely not the Lestat of a hundred years ago, or even fifty. The gum was tucked into his gum when he saw the phone Alex was waving around, though he wouldn;t have really recognized it. He knew of cell phones, he had been around since the regular telephone was invented, and so many had them but he was astounded at what he saw. "What do you mean by this? That can not be a phone, it simply can not. Not even of the cellular variety. Why, look at it." And the language he spoke, he was definitely not familiar with that word. ::: Alex Vipond: "Dude, I totally have to get you a phone..." He grinned. For all his reservations over the man's reputation, he was fast getting over them. It was something akin to having a younger brother to show how things were done, and that was something Alex had never had. Nicolette didn't count in that regard, no matter how sharp she was with a bow or sword when they were kids. She'd grown boobs. It wasn't the same. Alex rolled over and started showing Lestat the hows and why's of his iPhone. A Blessed Devil: It was knowledge that he was drinking in, he would commit everything that alex told him to memory but never once had he ever considered getting a phone. Of course he'd had to endure Maharet's rdicule until he had gotten an email address and learned how to use it, but this was something completely different. Whatever reservations Alex may have had, he might or might not be doing anything to dispell them. "The others, they scoff at me, as I am well aware. Always saying how I need to catch up to this era. Is this also one of those gadgets that can take pictures as I have seen humans do?" ::: Alex Vipond: "Pictures, video that you can upload straight to YouTube, you got your iTunes, your games, maps, ,you can keep up with your Facebook and twitter accounts and get your email all right here on your phone." He rolled through the menus as he spoke, showing all the various things the phone would do. A Blessed Devil: He was so still again, but he clearly looked confused and he had to hold up his hand to Alex. "I do not have a facebook or twitter, whatever those are. I have heard them mentioned but I would not begin to know how to use them." He could clearly see that even in his immortal state, he would need to find someone to assist him with these things, to play catchup as he had heard it called. "Let us make a deal, Alex, you will assist me with my electronic awkwardness and I in turn will provide you with something." It was mandatory, some things about him might still be human after all. ::: Alex Vipond: "I tell you what. I will help you into the digital age and you can come jam with me from time to time." Alex grinned at him. "Gives us an excuse to hang out without doing the man cave thing in the garage while drinking beer and barbecuing." Sounded good to him and Mars was the BBQ beer drinking bud. A Blessed Devil: "I can agree to that, that is a trade that I believe is far. It has been a very long time since I have had the experience of tasting beer and I'm not sure that I ever barbecued." But that was what men in the current age did, right? It would only be a matter of time anyway before his presence was known in Seattle and then would come the questions. "It is strange, Alex, I could find in you a confidante of sorts and yet you and I are really not a lot alike. Other than our love for music." ::: Alex Vipond: "I am something of an oddity amongst our kind. Most don't know what to make of me. I seem too young to them to be the age I am, too 'current' if you will, and often my humor escapes them. One in particular who used to reside here in Seattle... hated my narrow ass." Alex chuckled and leaned back in his chair once more, thumb rolling over the screen on his phone before he laid it down on the desk. "You can blame LA, or just the fact that I've always rather marched to my own drum beat." A Blessed Devil: The two of them might have been alike, that was after all a trait of Lestat's that the other immortals hated. That he followed no one's rules, that he did what he wanted regardless of the consequences that he might face. "It is such a shame that you are more gentleman than I, Alex, I think that you might be a good hunting partner. But the one you speak of, that hated your narrow ass, he has tucked tails and run, has he not?" That vision from Alex had almost been crystal clear, of a vampire that Lestat himself would have loved to rip limb from limb. :::: Alex Vipond: "That he has. He was .... a total douche...." Alex shook his head. "Fucked with me at every turn, was totally pissed that he couldn't sway Meghan, and gain her favor, and was really pissed when his mental manipulations failed." Alex just smirked like the cat that ate the canary at that one. "It's good to have friends with juju." A Blessed Devil: "You now have a friend that has juju as you call it. And I assure you, I am quite skilled at mine. Probably best that he disappear or else he might have met a very sticky end. Let me ask you something, Alex, your own mental manipulations...have you ever worked on them? Crafted them? It is one of my very useful gifts." ::: Alex Vipond: "I use them when it is necessary. I tend to keep things, by and large, close, and not let too much out, but there have been times, when I have had to use compulsion on others, and just the other day in fact I had to touch on an entire room of reporters to keep them on track and focused on what was important and away from subjects best left alone." A Blessed Devil: "Very wise indeed. I think that we'll be able to learn a lot from each other, Alex. Perhaps we can make good on our deal soon, we can learn much from each other. But I do believe some unexpected company has shown up at my home, so I will need to leave you." He stood, still chewing that delicious gum and enjoying it and he held out his hand. Most others like him sill hated to feel such a strong stone grip but he hoped that Alex would accept it. "Our paths will cross again, my friend." :::: Alex Vipond: Rising, Alex took his hand and this time, went the extra steps, first reversing the grip, then brushing the back of his hand to Lestat's, then palm to palm, before he held out his fist for the bump, grinning the whole time. He'd get him up to speed. "I do believe they will, my friend." A Blessed Devil: The movements were easily replicated, and it was a strange feeling that he was doing something that made him feel human without the dreadful body switching again. But it made him smile and he nodded when he turned to go on his way out the door. "Au revoir," he said quietly, too low for human ears and he would be outside and in his car in faster than blink of an eye. But who knew, maybe Alex would have been able to see it. ::: Alex Vipond: "Au revoir, mon ami." Alex watched him go, and then settled back into his chair, leaning back and staring at the ceiling as he pondered all that had transpired in the last hour or so.
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