Fame;; bobby

[jackslater]

Oh, London had been too good to Jack. His new store, Fierce was off to a tremendously glorious start. He had gotten it all set up and filled, and hired new employees so he didn't have to be there all the time. Although he was there quite often. It was what he loved to do after all.

But there was something Jack loved above everything else in his life, and that was shopping. He had finally settled into his new condo, and now he needed new decorations and new clothes to fill it even more! The sun had recently dipped below the horizon as Jack made his way down the packed streets of West End. All around him were vampires either buying or selling. Some had set up shops on the sidewalks, others were carrying their goods with them. There were people from all over the world there, selling what their culture offered to make money.

The man carried a few shopping bags on his arm as he strut down the sidewalk in his black, leather pants, adorned with a studded belt, a black vest and a stylish black trench coat. He looked around the crowd with his twinkling eyes, lined with black eyeliner as always. "Hmmm..." Jack murmured to himself softly, putting most of his weight on one leg and kinda sticking the other hip out. Nothing was really catching his attention. With a sigh, he started up the street again, figuring he'd find something; he always did. The vampire looked down at his black boots and smiled to himself, they were his favorite pair.

tagged // bobbi // ren
word count // 267 :/
music // ----
notes // yaaaay fabulosity!
lyrics // stiff kittens by blaqk audio
credits // oh, FORGET me not // @ Caution 2.0 <3

[Bobby De Grossi]

What a wonderful night to be wandering around vamp-ville for a midnight stroll. It was cold, and just gross outside, everything was starting to melt that that just meant that she was going to get dirtier than usual. Anyone might think, now why would a hobo give a shit about being dirty? Bobby agrees with this statement, who really would care about something like that right? It was like, she was poor okay, not allergic to showers. Ah, she remembered the feeling of warm running water, and the after-glow feeling of not being chased out of that motel that she broken into. That's why she had to find someone to mooch off of, since her last 'boyfriend' accused her of only using him. Which was completely and totally true by the way. She has been back out into the streets, and in winter too the nerve of that man.

No matter how badly she hated the weather, the time of night, and her location she had to find something to do. Which was going to be stealing, typically, tonight she was going to eat like a king. The best thing to do would to go to an area with a high shopping local, because people that shopped had money. It was horrible, maybe, but if they had the extra cash to buy clothes they really didn't need then they could spare some change for the local neighbourhood hookers. Bo hated that term, hooker, she preferred to be thought as company for hire, sounded a lot less dirty. Dirty like your mother.

All she had to do now was wait for a Jew to slip up, and she was going back to the park bench in style. A blanket would be nice too, yeah that was a much nicer plan. Eat very little and buy a little purple blankie to call her own. Instead of that coat she considered buying she could tie the blanket around her neck like a cape. The caped homeless woman with an aluminium hat placed on her head, then she would fit right in with everybody else. Dragging her feet along the side-walk she kicked a small stone off onto the street. Like that was going to happen, Bo would rather just be mooching off of the common working folk then parade around the streets like the homeless avenger. As her father always said, pretty girl's never have to go without a home, and that's because you could always be a stripper. Too bad she never got a hang of that career, you might be surprised but she isn't always the smoothest person.

Bobby walked over to the edge of the side-walk and leaned against one of the buildings. Looking out into the crowd she wondered who her target was going to be that night. All she had to do was find someone with the money that they wouldn't end up missing, shouldn't be that hard really. She sighed a exasperated sigh as her almost none-existent patience grew thin. Why couldn't millionaires just prance down the street in larger than normal hats, laughing an obnoxious laugh going 'haw haw haw haw, I'm going to go home and have my latina maid count my money!'. Honestly weren't people classy any more?

Right when there seemed to be no more hope for her gold-digging ways, she noticed quiet the character walking down the street. A man, no ew a vampire, whose age she couldn't guess since he was probably 140 years old and a cold-blooded killer. This freak was dressed up to his eyeballs in leather, which was a true indicator of gayness. Like the litmus test of homosexuality, the fact he was walking down the street adorned with shopping bags didn't help his score any. Despite this a mischievous little smirk grew too wide on her face, this was only to be so easy.

Most people would say, don't steal from a vampire! It's dangerous to your health!

I agree completely.

Bobby twisted into the crowd, not taking her sight off of the extravagantly dressed man. A person may feel like a bit of a creeper, but all she knew or cared about was that there were things of value in those bags. There was only that split second thought, that moment where she couldn't remember if vampires were the ones that could run fast, or if they were just the strong ones. Under the circumstances she kind of hoped they were neither, but she was going to have to find out somehow and she figured that this one would be the most profitable. She waited, and waited, just for that split opening where she could dash in there and just take whatever he had on him away from his possession.

Then she saw it when he took a moment to look down at his feet. Sprinting forward she snatched one of the more loose attached bags from the odd looking man and weaved herself into the crowd. Not having a single intention of looking back, that would just be a fatal mistake. Accidentally running into another larger man she stumbled backwards for a moment, completely dazed, before she ran around him and back into another group of people. Thinking that she was finally far enough that she was out of sight she slipped into a corner. One of those weird alley, street things, she had no idea what they were called. Only that they were beside two buildings and led into the back that was usually a parking lot. Looking down at the bag with her nose slightly upturned when she took notice to the fact that she must have broken the handle to the bad in her snatch and dash. Oh well, with a grin she sat down on the ground, her back sliding against the wall as she cracked open the bag to see what kind of loot she managed to score.

[jackslater]

For a split second, Jack stood there in pure shock. A whiff of whoever had nabbed his bag filled his nose and he let out a vicious growl, immediately turning on his heels and following her trail. It was easy to figure out she was a woman, they seemed to have specific scents about them. But damn. This girl needed a shower. Bitches didn't mess with his clothes.

Jack weaved in and out of the crowds of people, following her scent easily. Squeezing past other groups of shopping people, Jack shook his jet black hair out of his eyes, the silver moonlight catching a few of his blueberry colored highlights. His crystal blue eyes zeroed in on an alleyway that practically screamed the girls scent, and a smirk tugged at his lips.

Moving silently, the vampire held his other shopping bags closely, so no other human would be stupid enough to fuck with them. He strut into the alleyway with fluidity and grace, somewhat intimidating to people who didn't personally know him. He could hear her heartbeat, quicker than a normal human's would, because she had run from him. Luckily for her, Jack wasn't interested in human blood. It grossed him out. If there was one thing he'd kill over, it was fashion.

Standing in front of her, Jack crouched down, not kneeling on the ground, most certainly not wanting to get dirty, but not wanting to appear condescending either. He looked at her face, able to see quite clearly in the dark, and he saw some dirt. Hmm. Inspecting her clothes briefly, Jack quickly came to the conclusion that she either really hated personal hygiene, or she was homeless.

"Excuse me," he said softly, looking at her with a stunning smile, "But I believe you have my Prada boots." His voice was soft, not angry at all. Of course if the girl put up a fight, he'd totally bitch her out. But hey... underneath that grime and dirt, the girl was actually very pretty. And she obviously had some balls, to steal one of his shopping bags.

With another glance down towards her clothes, Jack sighed and stood up, gently picking her up by her elbows and standing her on her feet, taking the bag and tucking it inside one of his others. "Girl, we have got to get you a new look. Grunge heron-chic is sooo last year," Jack said, grinning as he linked his arm with hers and gently pulled her back onto the streets. Hey, he could be her little project to occupy him for now. Who knows what'll happen.

tagged // bobbi // ren
word count // 430
music // ----
notes // yaaaay fabulosity!
lyrics // stiff kittens by blaqk audio
credits // oh, FORGET me not // @ Caution 2.0 <3

[Bobby De Grossi]

A heavy sigh left her lips as she realized that she only managed to wipe a pair of shoes. At least they might be able to sell if that odd individual stored the receipt in that bag. With a shine of hope Bobby searched further into the flimsy bag, but was disappointed to find nothing of the sort inside. Now only if she had a computer, then she could just sell it on the internet. Everything sold on that thing for the last century, so why not some pair of male sized boots? Well that would be because she didn't know of any guys that would shop for second-hand clothing online, that was just silly.

Anyway, despite the slight disappointment that it brought, the boots looked like they were worth about twenty bucks and that was good enough for her dream. A small smile remained on her face as she concerned where she was going to sell those things to. Step. Step. Step. Like a deer in the headlights she knew exactly what was going on, somewhere deep inside her, before she turned to look up at the incoming figure. Now this is where a very bright flash light would be just great, go to war against the vampire menace armed with garlic and lazer pointers. Sadly she had none of these essential materials, so she just decided to stare up at him to just see where this was going to end up.

Vamp-dude squatted down in front of her, making that childish eye level that she was familiar of since her childhood. Bo's only option really was just stare defiantly at him, which she did completely. She wasn't about to give up just because someone was trying to stare her down, she just wasn't going to do that. No'sir'ee. "Excuse me, but I believe you have my Prada boots." Ew, so the boots had a name now? Well wasn't that just interesting, she thought she heard that term before. Who knows, she was not the person to take notice to what people name their clothing. It sounded like a name brand however, and that meant that she might find forty American big ones for it.

The weird thing was that he didn't sound all that pissed off, which only seemed to confuse her further. Why wasn't he angry, she just went ahead and stole his shit. It was almost infuriating, when he smiled at her the only thing she did was smile meekly back. Just like a child that knew she did something wrong the whole time that she was doing it. Bo didn't lose the feeling that she was being inspected, maybe she managed to steal something from him previously. That just wouldn't be a good situation at all, it would take some serious skills to save herself from that impending doom. If she learned from her mistakes it would be better, but most of the time she just didn't.

With a sigh the taller male stood up to his full height. She thought that it was a good thing, maybe he was planning on giving up and leaving. Lifting her up by her elbows he stood her up on her feet, without forgetting to take his bag back of course. "Girl, we have got to get you a new look. Grunge heron-chic is sooo last year," Her eyebrow quirked at this comment, now he just lost her completely. First, she stole his stuff, and now he was going to buy her something. Totally meant that she scored some pity, but in the very back of her mind she was thinking the worst.

In the back of her mind she had the feeling that this was working too smoothly, no one took this kind of encounter well. With the conclusion that he was just trying to get her to the police, he was just trying to make her go with him quietly. Too bad she was a little stupid because by the time she came to this conclusion she was already being pulled down the street. It was dark she was being kidnapped by a vampire and she was confused and scared. Bobby was going to be arrested, now were the end of the days of Bo. The first step of her survival would to be weasling out of his vampire death grip.

She pulled her hand out of his loop and buried her hands quickly into her pockets. At least now if she had to run she wouldn't be clotheslined by her own arm. Now she was going to have to talk herself out of something before something happened which she had no idea what that something even was. That was a lot of somethings in one sentence. "So... you like boots."Pause, yeah that was smooth. Apparently he liked men too, judging with her amazing humanitarian skills anyway. Too bad these self realizations never really stop her from talking without putting in much thought. "And you're a vampire."

Bobby had no idea where this guy was apparently going, so she just stuck close to him, maybe if another vampire wanted a midnight snack she could hide behind something more durable. That was a good idea, hide behind the guy if some other physco-blood sucking bitch decided to come up and eat her. She was certainly getting herself into a vampire-eque mess tonight. "I'm... Bobby, and I'm human." 'And I like to have places to sleep at night and men to mooch off of while I try to get a job with my grade two education level.'

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[jackslater]

Jack did nothing but smile as the girl retracted her arm from his and shoved them into her pockets. He simply continued walking, looking around the streets curiously, trying to think of where to take her for clothes. He brought up his free hand to ruffle his black, straightened, done up hair, making sure it was still perfect. It was.

"So... you like boots," the girl said. Jack looked down at her and grinned, nodding. "Why yes, I dooo! And clothes." He smiled at her charmingly and looked around, waving at a passing vampire that he knew, not bothering to stay around and talk. She always talked his ear off anyway, always fawning over his new collection. Continuing his strut down the street, Jack stopped as he came up to a shiny, black Lexus parked on the side of the road. He pulled his keys from his pocket and unlocked it, opening up the back seat and setting his bags inside. The vampire stood up and closed the door, locking the car back up and smiling at the girl as he tucked his keys away.

"Yes, I am," he replied, giving her a fang-revealing smile, continuing his walk with her down the street, towards a women's store that he thought she might like. Well, he didn't really care if she liked it or not. He was gonna put clothes on her that looked good. "But I don't like, bite people. That's just... ew, gross. I have a deal with a butcher in town." They got there quite quickly, weaving through the crowd of people in the busy street. "Nice to meet you, Bobby. I'm Jack."

When they got there, Jack grasped the handle of the door and opened it, bowing his head and motioning inside with his hand. "Ladies first," he said sweetly, smiling and walking in after her. Jack looked around, glancing around the store before going over to a rack of jackets, looking for a leather jacket that would not only look good on Bobby, but keep her warm as well. "So tell me, Bobby," Jack said as he looked through the selections, "Where do you live? Or... reside?" Judging by her clothes and mannerisms, Jack had no doubt that she was homeless. Hey, he needed a room mate. Why not put an offer out?

tagged // bobbi / ren
word count // 384
notes // :3
lyrics // stiff kittens by blaqk audio
credits // oh, FORGET me not // @ Caution 2.0 <3

[Bobby De Grossi]

I DON'T MIND SPENDING EVERYDAY,
OUT ON MY CORNER IN THE POURING RAIN,
BECAUSE I CAN STILL SEE MY RAINBOWS.

There was one thing, that if she looked at herself in retrospect she would judge that she was a horrible person, and that was that guy definitely acted like a fruiter. A little too high on the gaydar, Bo didn't even really know what it was exactly that made her think that. Maybe it was of the way that he talked, the way that he struted, the way that he wore leather? Only the gay God's of broke-back mountain would know, but it still caused her to wonder. Her father would have said that he was as straight as Uncle George's church group. Then again he father wasn't the most reliable of sources.

And this guy was giving her free shit. That was good.

For a homosexual man he was very nice to girls, which was odd since she was always led to believe that those men really didn't like girls. Actually she was told that they downright hated women because they... were bitchy women? Hell she didn't know, she didn't know a lot of things so therefore she was going to give up trying. "Well then I guess it hasn't been too bad meeting you." Bobby said as she attempted to weave through the crowd right being Jack, since he seemed to already have the way cleared out for her. Any other further work and attempts would just be stupid.

Apparently they arrived at his destination, inside of a clothing store thing that had that weird factory-made new clothes smell that she imagined that all stores would have smelled like, and walked in through the door after his quick gesture. He also seemed to have more manners that she did, which was a bit of a shame and if she was more of a stuck up person she would have been hurt about that fact. Not only did he have more manners, he did seem to have a better idea where he was wandering in this Hallmark card stand. But instead of Hallmark it was a name brand that she didn't know, and instead of a card stand it was a clothing rack.

"So tell me, Bobby. Where do you live? Or... reside?" She wondered blankly for a moment if it was that obvious, which was a stupid thing to think since it was obscenely obvious, only some blind guy could have missed that. Her history of where she resides was a rather long and expansive list, since she never really stayed anywhere all that long. "Well I lived on the street for about a year, then I moved in with my ex who I was with for 'bout six months. Then went over to the Women's Shelter for about three months, and decided to hop around public buildings and sneak in there over-night. Which ya'know isn't a bad idea of the staff is crap." She seemed to have felt that she needed to add that, since, indeed a lot of staff could just be crappy about checking those kinds of matters out.

Then she just supposed that it didn't really matter what she was doing before, that really wasn't his question. Park bench however wasn't a very nice answer, and if she made it sound like she was living in places before than she wouldn't be so pathetic. Bo might not have much dignity sometimes, but she wasn't all that pathetic that was for sure. At least she hoped. "I've been hanging around the park these days though since my last roomie kicked me out." Which was totally fun by the way, with all of that freezing out in the cold weather because it was God-damned winter. Time to queue the lying act, then maybe work up the gold-digging corner up a notch. What a horrible person she may grow up to be, at least she'd be warm (( >=) )). "It's all cool though, it's a pretty kick ass fucking park." She grinned rather enthusiastically, what was the point on looking at the dull side?

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