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Post by hanariyo on Jan 25, 2010 15:09:29 GMT -7
The trip to the West End was pleasant. Her companion, Art, wasn't an idiotic driver and was quite a conversationalist. He didn't seem to mind that he was stuck in confined quarters with a bloodsucker. He even wanted her to show her fangs when she smiled. What he didn't realize was that showing her fangs too often may be considered a sign of aggression, something she had explained to him on their way there.
"Well, we're here." Michaela said as the car stopped into a rather hidden street and she got out. She didn't usually eat here so she'll gladly let Art lead the way. "But where are we going exactly?" She asked. She gave the area a cursory glance. This place was crawling with vampires, and not all of them were vegetarians or sated. Some would kill a human just for something to do. It wasn't just prejudices that made vampires so highly unpopular, after all.
She was able to handle herself but... Michaela cast Art a glance. He was young, lithe, and seemed to be able to handle himself quite well, but he was also very, very mortal. It felt strange to actually take into consideration the needs and weaknesses of someone else. She had been alone or with vampires for such a very, very long time. She broke out of her reverie quickly though, when Art began to talk once more.
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Post by Amos Artan on Jan 26, 2010 5:22:18 GMT -7
He knew that baring fangs was something that vampires only did when they are feelings of mistrust and anger between them, but why not just let them show when talking? "Even just showing them when talking? Seems like a pretty petty thing to get angry about if you ask me". Amos laughs softly. "I guess that's why you don't see vampires smiling that often, always look so sullen. So you never smile in a way that would show your fangs?". To Amos that seems a little extreme. What does a vampire do when they're happy enough to want to smile broadly?
Before closing the door and leaving the car Amos checks that all the doors are locked and that he has the keys on him. Satisfied that he has everything Amos looks up at Michaela. "I don't eat that much anyway so a small meal will do us both fine". Walking out into the main street he looks around slowly, looking for a place to go. He spies a small little restaurant not that busy. "How about over there. It's not too full".
The inside of the restaurant isn't large, but at the same time it's not exactly cramped either, there's enough room to move around between the tables and chairs. Amos chooses a table near the window. "If you don't feel like eating much you can always pick away at whatever I choose to have". Why are you been so nice to this vampire?! When you're done entertaining she's going to sink those pearly whites into your soft neck and drink you dry. That little voice in your head that tells you to not do things and that something if going to go wrong. Well at the moment that little voice is screaming his Amos's head to leave. Amos however is actually enjoying his time with Michaela despite the fact that she is a vampire, the creatures he has carried a hatred for for so long.
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Post by hanariyo on Jan 29, 2010 16:12:37 GMT -7
Although he didn't seem to mind her fangs, Michaela was rather self-conscious of them. It was ridiculous, especially when she'd had her fangs for nigh on two centuries. She wasn't an insecure person, but she'd preferred to keep her anonymity, something very impossible, especially with fangs such as hers. Such was the difficulty of being a female vampire. "Don't be ridiculous, Art," She laughed, "I'm just a sour puss by nature, that's all. " There were plenty of vampires that smiled - when they no longer had to hide their immortality from their prey. She cast an appraising glance at the restaurant he pointed out before quickly deciding that it was alright. "Let's get a move on. I'm ready to sate your curiosity." She said. She practically jogged to the place, so anxious was she to not be in the open.
As expected, the restaurant wasn't extremely large, but was rather spacious (in a cozy sort of way). Art had already chosen a window seat for the two of them. Although she'd much prefer to have a more private area, she'll bend to his decision just once. She didn't like being ordered around, and this slight assumptive action on his part irked her slightly. She held her breath (not that it really mattered to her static body) and sat down gracefully. She won't hold it against him, it would be pretty petty on her part.
She smiled, this time widely and with a chuckle. He was rather considerate after all, and her earlier ire at him faded away rather quickly. "I'll have something, don't worry about that." She assured him. Besides, they were strangers still, not close friends or anybody intimate. It was hardly appropriate to eat from his own meal. But then again, she was raised in the wrong century. Was she old fashioned? She pouted a little at the thought. She had always thought herself as a chic and modern woman.
It didn't take long for a waitress to find her way to their table with menus. After a brief glance at their menu (for such a humble looking restaurant, they had a large selection of food), she quickly ordered. She had passed through the more heavier meals and ordered a plate of Cantonese chow mein, a glass of water, and strawberry ice cream to be served afterward. "And what would you have, Art?"
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Post by Amos Artan on Jan 30, 2010 8:11:49 GMT -7
"You dont' seem like that much of a downer to me, maybe you're just acting nicer towards me because I'm human, don't want me to go running off in a panic like a crazy person. Not that I mind the way you've been acting, it's nice. I'd rather you act this way than like most othe vampires around this town; always looking for fights to show that they're stronger and tougher than eveyone else. Which they are if they've picked a fight with a human. Nasty things see us as nothing more than food to fill their bellies". Amos looks at Michaela. "Sorry, that wasn't directed at you".
"Hey you smiled enough to show your teeth. Guess all it took was for you to relax a little maybe? Get you comfortable enough to let down your guard and show them". "They're not even that bad you know. It's not like you've got Sabre-tooth tiger teeth that hang down over your jaw". "I'll have something, don't worry about that". "Alright. Order whatever you'd like then. But... I insist that I should pay for this. A gentleman should never let the lady pay for the meal... it's like a rule or something".
He always ordered the same thing whenver he went to a chinese restaurant. "He glances at the waitress with a smile. "Sweet and sour pork and fried rice please", he pauses for a moment, " And fried ice-cream for the desert thankyou". When the waitress leaves Amos turns his attention back to Michaela. "How long have you been a vampire. If I may ask, I've always been told it's impolite to ask a ladies age".
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Post by hanariyo on Feb 5, 2010 20:59:18 GMT -7
Michaela smiled lazily once more as she let her eyes roam around their surroundings. Her eyes were unfocused, and seemed to be staring through something rather than at it. However, her eyes sharpened and she tensed when Art mentioned sabre-tooths. She was aware that he meant well, but sometimes, men just didn't know when to let a woman's faults go. He was slowly digging a hole for himself, like most men. "Would you like to take a look later?" She smiled now, flashing him a bit of fang. Her tone was calm and relaxed, but her eyes were cool as stone.
She, however, did reach over to brush her fingers across the back of his hand in appreciation over his offer. It was rare that anyone would pay for anyone else's anything these days. "You're much too kind, Art. I insist that we split the tab." It would also be very rude of her to let a practical stranger pay for her meal. At least she didn't make a habit of it, after all, people can't put a price on human lives. "If you must pay, better luck next time." She chuckled.
When Art ordered, Michaela contemplated his choice. Fried ice cream? It was odd that a treat, normally cold, could be fried. She wondered how it'll taste. However, her thoughts were distracted when he called her attention to himself once more. "It is true that it's rather rude to ask of a woman's age, Art. But I'll let it slide just this once." She hummed in contemplation and glanced up at the ceiling briefly before returning her gaze back to Art. "I'll give you a few guesses first, to make it a bit more interesting, of course.."
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Post by Amos Artan on Mar 19, 2010 11:20:27 GMT -7
Amos tenses a little at the mention of him taking a closer look at her fangs."No... No I think looking at them from where I am is perfect. I'm getting a good look of them from right where I am thank you". Amos watches Michaela for a moment getting the feeling that he had stepped a little onto annoying her and the last thing he ever wanted to do is get on a vampires nerves in any way, shape or form.
"You're much too kind, Art. I insist that we split the tab"
His skin tingles a little when she brushes her fingers across the back of his hand. He knew the touch of a vampire is cold, but he'd never get used to never get used to been touched by one; the chill in their skin just unnerved him a little. At least her mood seems to have softened a little. "A split tab, I can deal with that".
"It is true that it's rather rude to ask of a woman's age, Art. But I'll let it slide just this once" "I'll give you a few guesses first, to make it a bit more interesting, of course"
"A few guesses huh? Well you could be any kind of age, for all I know you could be hundreds of years old". He leans back in his chair and crosses his arms across his chest. "Okay then. Are you... over hundred and fifty?".
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