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Post by Deleted on Jan 5, 2014 9:01:49 GMT -8
Being newly arrived in town, the tall blonde vampire had properly presented herself to the Master of the City. That having been done as politely and briefly as she could manage, she put a bit more thought into contacting the Master vampire of her line that her research had told her resided in Seattle. She acquired a gift that she hoped he would like, packaged it carefully to keep it from being damaged, and paid a messenger to deliver it to his office at the Museum along with a letter that was hand written in deep blue calligraphy on expensive paper.
"Greetings, sir.
My name is Johanné and I am newly arrived in Seattle. I am of the line of Belle Morte. Please accept this gift. It is my hope that you find it an attractive addition to whatever location you choose for it even if you are not a devotee of the game. Until I am settled in a residence, I can be contacted by email or on my cell phone. Thank you for your time.
Respectfully,
Johanné Eriksdottir"
At the bottom of the letter were her email address and cell phone number. When the somewhat bulky package was opened, it would prove to hold an old-fashioned chess set.
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Hosea Placenia
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Quotes: Books give one knowledge, seeing the world for yourself increases where you've been and seen with your own eyes. Someone is teaching you everyday, listen to their words even the elderly for they are only sending a message. Whether it is true or false is up to the listener to determine as such. I love a good story.
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Post by Hosea Placenia on Jan 5, 2014 12:43:01 GMT -8
His back towards the door and stared out a window of his office, this was his museum and those who worked for him did not slack for each worked hard on their shifts. Around night fall were the night employees who switched places with those during daylight hours, not all of them got off before dusk settled. A knock interrupted his reverie, but had no intention of turning his head to meet whoever was bothering him at this hour. Around his neck set something valuable made entirely of brass with a bit of iron. Dangling upon the brass chain was the face of a Mayan, a feminine face. It tweaked, shining in the dim lighting, too much of that light made his optical nerves hurt so he kept the office of a low lighting. People around here thought he was strange, others think of him as plain weirdo. He's heard worse so smiled for every person walking in gave him a comment. Yep, he was the sponge that absorbed what came out of the mouths of babes. One of his messengers who worked the day and night shifts came to deliver a gift from someone who sent it. The man, human and smelt entirely of mortality spoke to his employer even when Hosea wasn't looking at the man. Hosea's nostrils flared detecting a familiar scent knowing who it was without eye contact. "Yes? What is it Razeem? " Razeem placed the gift on his desk. "Someone sent this Mr. Placenia. I didn't read the letter for that is personal. "Good to know the fellow was decent enough not to invade one's privacy. Finally, he turned around to face Razeem directly. "Thank you Razeem, most appreciated. You may leave me be for now. Stand by if I need you." The Indian nodded respectfully, then just as quickly he exited the room leaving his employer alone.
Sitting at his desk, Hosea opened the package and behold, something he loved ever since he was a little boy. Dad taught him strategy and to do that presented him with a chessboard game that helped him move when his enemies did. Hosea could be considered a strategist. Giving his opponents the reasonable of a doubt that he looked harmless up close, that he wasn't capable of much but this Curator who sought out treasures of old. A smile dazzled his flawless mask, a face that was the reason why Belle Morte chose this man for his looks, but for his intelligence that made even the most powerful of them all wonder what goes in someone with an IQ of higher scale. Picking up the envelope, he tore the top with a sharp fingernail. Maybe his vampiric nature wasn't half bad seeing he didn't need to grab a letter opener. Reading the handwriting very slowly while the writer's scent drafted into his acute olfactories.
When he was done reading, he sent a return to the recipient.
"It is a beautiful gift Senorita. Very nice. I am fond of such tools and it'll be of use to me. While I do not favor gaming as much, this one I find an exception since it reminds me of the smarter and wise in a band of war. Let me say, welcome to the city. If you like we can meet up somehwere. You choose the place."
He then called to Razeem, handing the Indian a new letter he written with the girl's name on it. "Drop this off at the post office." Razeem nodded his head retrieving the envelope tucking it away. He soon left the room, doing what his employer requested of him.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 5, 2014 18:55:03 GMT -8
When she read the reply to her letter, she smiled slightly. Apparently her gift had been well received. She sent back a shorter note this time.
"Señor,
Thank you for your kind welcome. Would 9 PM at the wine tasting room of the Grand Hyatt hotel on a night of your choosing be satisfactory? If you have a venue that you would find more comfortable, please let me know. I have only just arrived in town and am not yet familiar with the best meeting places.
Respectfully,
Johanné"
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Hosea Placenia
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Quotes: Books give one knowledge, seeing the world for yourself increases where you've been and seen with your own eyes. Someone is teaching you everyday, listen to their words even the elderly for they are only sending a message. Whether it is true or false is up to the listener to determine as such. I love a good story.
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Post by Hosea Placenia on Jan 6, 2014 9:32:52 GMT -8
It was the next morning, he got up bright and early. Most vampires "died" at dawn, but not this particular creature of the night who entered a church with all those holy lights. How he did it was his secret. Getting up out of his bed leaving the comfort of his chambers in the comfort of his million dollar estate complete with a stable, a barn, medium sized swimming pool in the backyard. All belonged to him. He also had other properties other than this one such as the one in Hong Kong, China worth three thousand dollars, a nice apartment than a house he instead chose to live if he ever visited the Asian continent. Another was his beautiful manor in Sao Paulo, Brazil worth ten million, so he could buy an island if he wanted--he actually did. His own private island that was a remote one that not a single person unless he told them up front.
One of his messengers who worked alongside him gave him a new letter from the same sender from last night. The new one was a rendezvous to a wine tasting place. He was there in a heartbeat. He sat at his desk in his mansion's home study writing in his neat handwriting with bold strokes that was in cursive writing, rarely did he print his words on paper.
Senorita,
I will be honored to meet you at the location you provided. I'll see you there at that time then. I should be able to pick you out of the crowd considering the scent I picked up from these letters definitely belongs to you.
Oh yes, he kept this one short and sweet. Right to the point.
A new envelope with a seal of aztec emblem was shown. Call it Hosea's signature of a sort. He did need to contact Alex see how he was doing. He missed sending him a gift when he could have on Christmas, it should be an interesting present he thought the musician would like...after he was certain his messenger sent this letter to the woman. After he watched the man leave he got to work.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 6, 2014 11:11:07 GMT -8
When she received the reply to her note, he hadn't specified a night or a different location. Shrugging slightly, she went to the closet of her hotel room to look over her wardrobe. She would just have to be there every night at the designated time until he made an appearance. One had to indulge the whims of elder vampires when one was a relatively powerless young one. A rich blue knitted dress with a supple black leather belt and a pair of stiletto-heeled black ankle-boots that had straps buckled around the tops were paired with her tiniest platinum and sapphire earrings. A minimum of makeup to give her a touch of color on her pale complexion, a comb run through her hair, and she was ready. Collecting her silver leather clutch, she took the elevator down to the level with the restaurant and made her way to the wine-tasting cellar. Taking a seat at a small table with a good view of the entrance, she settled in to wait.
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