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Post by nyx on Sept 12, 2010 14:22:46 GMT -6
Andras leaned forward, elbows on the counter as he eyed the wooden grains of the counter top silently. Save for the save screams in the back, or the quiet muttering of the occasional barkeep, it was silent, just as he liked it to be. Well- not exactly- he would rather be stargazing, or writing, but lately the streets seemed more dangerous then ever, so sitting on a blanket writing by candlelight would be rather hazardous of his health. Pity really, sitting alone in a place like this wasn't how he often spent his nights.
Long, thin, pale fingers held the glass of blood loosely, only by two fingers. He swirled the thick liquid around as he stared at the wall, frustrated. He was starting to get sick of war, and in all his life, he never actually was part of it until now, mainly because she promised some power and land. It would be nice to actually be alone sometime. Mostly it was because he looked so... different that people tended to look at him first before any other. He looked- some would say- like a girl. In fact- some mistaken him for a girl already. It's maddening.
He shook his head, scowling. One look at the assassin, people could tell something was off about him, the air around him was disrupted, agitated, off. The immortal was upset about something. What it was, people didn't know, they weren't sure, but they didn't come and ask him. Usually- Andras was nice, soft spoken, rarely ever speak unless he needed to. He usually did favors for a ridiculous price, but he did his job efficiently. Normally- he also avoided the blood bars- saying that it gave him a headache, and finding some sort of excuse to slip away and be alone.
But for him to be here- it was something else. He was very close minded, never doing outside of his daily routine. But he was in one of his funks- again. Reason remained unknown, maybe because he himself didn't know why he upset.
He looked at his glass. Now that he had gotten his fill, it was the need for sustenance that sparked his interest.
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Post by cecilia on Sept 12, 2010 22:55:03 GMT -6
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Cecilia wondered down through the streets of the vampire city. Not sure where she wanted to go or what she was planning on doing tonight. It was night outside of the vampire city so she could go out. She often would wonder around the forests. She never knew why she loved it so much but she was always out there. She didn’t really like to bother anyone; just go about her business. Though of course she couldn’t really help herself if she ran into a stray human if she was hungry. Depending of course on who it was she would make death come quickly or would make it slow. Either way rarely the person ever got alive when she found them. But that’s why people warned young children to stay out of the woods. Most of the time the parents told children about the hideous monsters that lurked around in the forests. They never did tell them about the people like Cecilia. The ones who looked liked the rest of the humans. They were of course the most dangerous of hunters.
But tonight Cecilia did not feel like wondering into the forest. A small inn was calling her name tonight. She would visit the place every now and then when she felt like having company of people. Cecilia had heard many rumors about how it was dangerous being out alone now a days. And it went double for women. Cecilia wasn’t totally full of herself but she knew she was attractive. Which meant she didn’t want to be caught alone if something was to happen. So being inside of the inn seemed like one of the best places to go now. She walked over towards the old building and took in a small breath before walking in. She looked around the place seeing if she recognized anyone. There was one vampire that she recognized but his name slipped her mind. She had seen him around the castle every now and then when he was getting assignments from the king. She still spent time in the king’s castle even though she was no longer his main squeeze. Though she was glad she hadn’t been totally kicked out. She wondered over towards where he was and sat down in the chair next to him on the counter. She ordered herself a drink and looked over at him. “Haven’t seen you in here before.” she told him before reaching out and taking her drink in her hands. “But maybe that’s because I’m not a frequent visitor here much like you” she said giving him a smile.
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WORD COUNT • • 421
TAGGING • • Andras
WEARING • • THIS MINUS THE HAT
NOTES • • Next one will be much better I promise
CREDIT • • MINNIE @ CW
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Post by nyx on Sept 13, 2010 11:35:08 GMT -6
Andras tossed his shoulder length hair back lightly, looking down at the half empty glass. He frowned lightly, shaking his head. He was suddenly aware of another presense entering the Inn, coming in his direction, and he tensed lightly. He wasn't that conceded to think that someone was going after him (though he wouldn't be surprised if someone was), but one could never be too careful, could they? One look at the brunett, one can tell that he was trained to kill- the way he sat, his eyes, sharp on the table. His posture never budging. He never relaxed nor moved from how he had sat down, except to lean forward and take the glass that was placed in front of him. Sure enough, the door swung open a few seconds later.
The immortal didn't look over the the newcomer. He kept his head down on the glass, listening to the footsteps as they neared him. As expected, she singled him out of the long bar. He really wasn't surprised, despite the fact that he was dressed in all black. Andras lifted his chin up as she seated herself on the seat next to him, his lips pressed together before parting slightly to partake a sip from the glass he had in his hand. He took a breath quietly, leaning back in the seat to straighten himself and look more sophisticated as she started to speak to him. “Haven’t seen you in here before.” she commented to him; and he shrugged noncommittally. His kohl lined eyes eventually slide over to look at her. And he had to admit- she wasn't bad- at all. “But maybe that’s because I’m not a frequent visitor here much like you,".
"Actually, I am not a frequent here," he informed her. "Perhaps that is why you have never seen me before," he added thoughtfully after a moment, the glass halfway to his lips as he spoke, the corners of his lips moving into a small smile, matching her own. He tapped his nails against the counter lightly as he spoke, as if thinking if he should carry a conversation with her. He never really socialized with someone he didn't know, but he had seen her around before. Cecilia was the name she went by, the king favored her quite a bit, but other then the name and that one piece of fact- she was just another stranger to him.
"I'm Andras," he introduced smoothly, his voice soft.
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Post by cecilia on Sept 20, 2010 13:15:37 GMT -6
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Cecilia was glad that she found someone who would at least talk to her. People these days would get so snobby. Not bothering talking to people who they guessed was "bellow" them. Luckily for Cecilia she had been taken in by someone who was high up in the city. But she did run into the people who would believe they were too good for her. And would simply not talk to her. Cecilia on the other hand enjoyed talking to people and would take it up anytime she could. Even if was to someone who was "lower" than her. She found the whole thing stupid anyway. Back before she was turned into a vampire she could remember being on of the people who would believe they were better than everyone else. But now after being alive for over two hundred years, that feeling started to go away. New ideas and feelings would take place of old ones. And one would look back and think about all the dumb things they use to do.
Cecilia couldn't help but give a small smirk when she heard his thoughts on how she looked. It was a nice compliment to get. Though most of the time she regretted hearing what men would think about her. It was always the down side of having telepathy. It was helpful most of the time. One time she helped her father catch a man who had been stealing from the King. He of course was lying about the whole thing. But he couldn't hide what he was thinking. And it only took her minutes to figure out that he had in fact been stealing. And a lot more than they had thought. It was also helpful when she wanted to communicate to someone with out other people hearing. She could have whole conversations with someone just in their head. But for the most part she tried her best to stay out of people's minds. But there was the rare time when she slipped up and she would end up listening in on people. She was doing her best to block out all the thoughts of people in the small inn. She didn't want to know what they were thinking when she walked in. She also tried her best to avoid telling people about the gift. Though there were some people who knew about it of course. High officials. The King. People who might need it to help them with their job. She was used most to help interrogate people. She didn't mind that though. She found it rather thrilling to use her gift like that.
Cecilia held her drink in her small hand and looked back over at him. "That must be why. So if you aren't a frequent visitor here, why are you here tonight?" she asked him curiously. She smiled when she heard his name. She recognized it immediately She had heard many stories from her Father about him. She held out her hand to him, "Well Andras. It is nice to finally put a name to a face. I've heard about you... and well I've seen you around. I guess I never put the pieces together. I'm Cecilia. If you didn't know" she smiled at him. She was glad that she sat down to him tonight. From the things she had heard from her Father he was very good at his job. And jobs like his always interested her. She wished that she could do them. She figured she might have the skill for them. But she just needed someone to teach her the real skill behind it. But she doubted anyone would ever want to teach her.
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WORD COUNT • • 641
TAGGING • • Andras
WEARING • • THIS MINUS THE HAT
NOTES • • WOW! I am so so so so sorry this took forever....
CREDIT • • MINNIE @ CW
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Post by nyx on Sept 20, 2010 19:45:47 GMT -6
Andras set the glass down his arms rest on either side of the drink as he looked at her. Simply observing quietly. It was a habit- he was being discreet about it. But still- he hadn't been paying much attention to her since she walked in and spoke to him, maybe that was because she only settled down, get her drink and moved elsewhere. But it soon became apparent that she was going to insist on staying and talking to him. Though he didn't want to seem rude, it was a small world and trust could only take one so far into the game itself, he had to be aware of things- little things, big things, subtle things, things that would be done in an overly flamboyant style. He had to take notes, his mind has to be constantly sharp like a blade. And she posed no threat to him yet, he still couldn't be sure that she was a traitor or was after him. That would be the downside of his job, instead of being on the down low, he was easy to catch. And the Queen's little brigade wanted him dead for the number slaughters he had done. And keeping in mind that how he looked didn't even blend in with everyone else. However, the good thing is- vampires will be vampires- born and existing only in the night- he was the devil of the dark. The shadows was his friend, and he could easily use it to his advantage. Shadow manipulation was a gift he acquired, and that would just be an insult if he didn't use it.
He, now paying attention, watched her carefully. Every details he could possibly notice was listed into his head. From what she wore down to how she was holding her cup.So far- nothing was out of the ordinary about her. But for some reason something seemed off about her. He didn't know what. There was a air, maybe a smell that clung to her like a wisp of smoke curling from a drag pipe. To his frustration, he didn't know what it was. And it bothered him.
That was Andras for you. His mind was unable to pause and relax, he was constantly think, constantly working out something in his head, be it a strategy that Thea would never hear about- or even his next victim- how to lay the trap, what role he could play. His weakness- was his mind. He couldn't, if he wanted to, do something without putting to much thought into it. That was the vast expanse of his head, clicking, gearing, turning and churning every idea, fact, tips that he had picked up in the sic hundred years of living. One could go far enough to say that if you knew how his mind worked, you could tear him apart- just with his mind. He was a strategist after all. Though, the problem was to separate what he was thinking, one thought to the next. It was jumbled together in his head, and though it has proven more then once to be a distraction, he had come to find that useless information could always come in handy. He could flip though information in his head as if was a book. But first- the book needed information to be stored in it, no?
He inwardly scowled. What's wrong with this picture? Andras rarely was stuck. It was rare for him to be so too. A master at manipulation, he couldn't put a slim finger on what bothered him. However, he didn't know much about her to make any conclusion. He knew her father- great man.But that was it. In fact- he wasn't aware that he had a daughter until Thea's little temper tantrum and the King becoming her sweet little bed buddy. In a few seconds, he could tell her personality, a little on her history, but that was all. Pushing everything aside, he extended his hand and shook her in a firm grip before letting go with a light shrug. He picked up the glass once more, twirling the liquid around as he thought of a reason of why he was inside. There were many.
'The night doesn't seem right to be outside right now,' was all he settled on saying. The shadows told him, as crazy as it sounded, it was nerving. Something big was coming, and he felt a little restless using his powers, which made him weary to be outside in such a condition. Andras was no a superstitious type of vampire, but that didn't mean he couldn't catch a drift of the bad wind wafting his way once in a while. He looked at the door for a moment before turning back to her, a small twitch of his lips.
'Name to face? You have heard of me?' he mused, quite flattered. He wasn't well known to the public, in a way. They saw him, but didn't know his status, in court, he was known alright. Though he remained modest; the last thing he needed was some sort of trifle and silly idea about fame and power in his head. He had no use for such a thing, and couldn't conjure up the time to put it in play. 'The daughter of one of the greatest vampires I've ever known. I know you,' he said, not unkindly, most of... reminiscing. 'I know you, Cecilia through stories. You are more beautiful then I expected,' he uttered. Again not as an insult, he knew she was going to be striking, but in a different way. Still- one can't deny what exact beauty was if it came up to them.
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Post by cecilia on Oct 4, 2010 16:34:37 GMT -6
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Cecilia once again couldn’t help herself but to listen in on the thoughts that seemed to flow through his head. It was a problem for her. Once she heard one thought from someone the rest just rushed to her. She had learned to be very good at not reacting to the thoughts she heard from people. It would give everything away if she did. People would get very suspicious if she suddenly looked really surprised or upset and it matched up with that they were thinking. But every now and then a smile or a laugh would slip by her. But everything else she had to make sure she kept covered up. She had almost got caught being telepathic by reacting to what people thought. That of course was when she was still a young vampire. She was more trained with everything now.
One thing was bothering her about his thoughts though. The fact that he noticed something was off about her, something different. But she kept herself calm, not to give herself away. But she had to think and figure out how to approach this. Maybe he would just drop it if she was lucky. Or worse he would want to figure out what it was. And with a job like his she did not need him snooping around to figure out what that off. What was almost bothering her was that she didn’t know what exactly he was noticing. She didn’t need him finding out about her ability. She really didn’t want more of the vampires to find out about that. She was already starting to become an outcast in the society. And having them finding out that she could go into their mind and read their thoughts would probably just freak them out more. Vampires with abilities were rare. And they were either praised and accepted or shunned and pushed to the outside. She didn’t want to find out which one it was going to be. The people who did know about her ability liked it; only because they got to use it to their advantage. Maybe she was just blowing things out of proportion. Maybe this would be a way to get back her position in the society.
Her position had been slightly faltered when Fabian had started a horrible rumor about her sleeping with a human. It was far from true. She would never do that. She was still trying to figure out why he did it. And yet they were still close friends. They considered eachother their oldest and closest friend actually. The friendship and love for eachother was the reason why she was giving information to Pandora. It was to protect him from what was going to happen. She needed to keep Thea away from him. She was going to lose, Cecilia knew it. And she was not going to sit back and watch Thea drag down Fabian with her. So she started this whole trade to protect him from what was going to happen. Even if she was risking her own life by doing it. She wasn’t planning on being caught. Plus she had some certain tools on her side that would help her with not getting caught.
"Of course I know who you are" she said giving him a sly smile. "How could I not? My father talks about how good you are at your work. Always saying if he needs someone you will be the first he calls. Plus Fabian has mentioned you." she said bring the cup to her lips. "Well thank you. I like to think my father is a respectful vampire. Just glad I haven't messed things up for him" she admitted. With everything happening with her she was glad her father’s reputation still remained strong. She then couldn't help but smile when he gave her the compliment. " Thank you. And I do hope the stories aren’t bad" she told laughed. "Well I’m glad sat down next to you. I hope you don't mind me asking you some questions. I am rather....curious about what you do. If you don’t want me to I wont" she said giving him a quick look over. He wasn't so bad looking either. It looked a bit different close up than he did standing from further away.
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WORD COUNT • • 720
TAGGING • • Andras
WEARING • • THIS MINUS THE HAT
NOTES • • I fail....sorry D:
CREDIT • • MINNIE @ CW
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