The Cherry Blossom
31 Mar 2011, 05:12Location:
California, USCash on hand:
The Crazy Fruit
Posted: 28 Jan 2012, 04:37
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Bipolar Tangerine in This Means War
Nikolai waited, tapping his fingers against the cool metal of the throne he sat on. He had ordered to bring the Princess up from the dungeon over an hour ago, and he hadn't seen her yet. Honestly, how long could it possibly take to walk from the dungeon to the throne room?
Then again, the two were very far apart. But an hour? The dirty dog must be fighting tooth and nail.
Then he heard the growling, and looked up. Two vampiric guards entered, holding a woman between them. She looked like she'd been through hell and back, and she probably had been through her eyes. She'd been tortured in an attempt to weasel the werewolves' military tactics from her, or to get her to surrender.
But nothing had happened. So, a plan had formed in Nikolai's head. He'd humiliate her, strip away her identity and pride until she had nothing to do but surrender to the vampires.
"Princess Aria, I presume. Very well. Quite an ugly little thing you are right now. But let's get down to business, shall we?" Nikolai stood up from his throne and took graceful yet casual steps towards her, stopping when he was a foot away and looking down at her.
Nikolai was handsome, perhaps even beautiful. As a result of the technology that had created vampires, he appeared to be in his early twenties - he was actually over a thousand years old - and was in peak condition. Lean muscle covered his skeleton, his bright green eyes had a healthy glow to them, and his black hair would have made women around the world jealous. The only thing that gave off his vampiric side was the fact that his skin was pale. Sunlight meant he had to consume more blood and, while it tasted good, it became a hassle after a while to find a mortal to bite from and then to wipe their memories of the event. It was much easier to avoid the sun altogether and devour less blood.
Although, staring down at this girl, he could feel a thirst starting to built up. A thirst for blood that was practically forbidden to enter a vampire's mouth.
"You have refused to give in, so I have a new proposal. You are to be my slave, doing what I command until the end of your miserable, flea-ridden life. Should you disobey, more of your kin will be slaughtered before you. And they will know it was your fault they were killed. Not to mention the punishment you will be subjected to. I can reduce you to a common blood whore."
A vampire's bite was ultimate bliss. As a result, the few humans who knew of vampires became known as blood whores. Desperate to be bitten by a vampire and have their life's blood drained from their bodies. Should this flea-bag displease him enough, he'd be forced to bite her - distasteful as it may be - until she became addicted to his bite. Then he'd release her and watch her suffer from afar.
Bipolar Tangerine in Star-Crossed Killers
Looking over her reflection in the mirror, Hannah Zinamir leaned forward to adjust her hair. She knew she was beautiful - that's what all her personal clients told her - but she didn't understand how she could be beautiful unless her hair was how it was supposed to be. And, right now, the loose and attractive bun that she had attempted to put her brown hair in was making her want to shave herself just to rid herself of the entire issue. But, rather than pull a Brittney Spears, Hannah reached behind her with a slender arm and used a small hand to pull her hair loose. Pleased that it seemed to (for the most part) fall into place, Hannah closed her right eye in a wink and kissed towards the mirror.
Pleased that her face looked presentable, she then backed up to look at the rest of the ensemble. She wore a sexy green number, the color she'd always wished her eyes could have been. It was low-cut with thin straps, allowing plenty of room for her flesh to be shown. It stopped just below her knees, making her normally-boring calves look like something exotic. On her feet were green two-inch heels the exact color of the dress. A silky ribbon wrapped up her calves a few inches before tying, like ballet slippers. Doing a little twirl, Hannah grinned at the ensemble and turned her brown eyes to the room she owned for nights like this. For nights when she was going to slip out and have fun without being yelled at by her parents for responsibilities to the family company.
She had just gotten her purse in her hands and her cell phone out when Hannah remembered that they wouldn't be meeting at her usually haunts. She was to meet him at his place tonight. Pausing, Hannah pulled out the text message that contained the address, nodding as her mind quickly placed the location of the man's home. Grabbing a gun and Swiss army knife, Hannah slid them into her purse and proceeded to walk out of the small apartment and towards her car. Moments later, she was driving the very short road that connected her house to the house of her newest client.
On the way there, Hannah reviewed the information that her client had opted to give her. Which, granted, wasn't a lot. He was shady about giving his name - indicating he was probably married - and he seemed to live in a higher-end place. So he had money. Not that she cared. Her family (and she) made plenty of money contracting out their "skills" to others. This was something she did because Hannah was, to be blunt, quite a fan of sex. Parking the car on the street, Hannah locked it and walked up to the doorman, smiling at him seductively so that he wouldn't notice her stepping in without stating who she was seeing. And it worked. Until she got inside and realized she didn't have a unit number. Reaching down with her phone, Hannah Zinamir promptly texted her client that she was in the lobby and settled in to wait.
Reina in The Rule of Three
Outside was a typical day, the sun was out but luckily it wasn't ridiculously hot. Even though the heat didn't bother her, she was more irritated by the half-naked women that seemed to walk around constantly in the sun, hell, they do it in the Winter so why was this even a concern for her? It was apparent that she needed caffeine; it was like a drug first thing in the morning. She needed to get her fix otherwise she wouldn't be able to continue her work. Hauling her laptop bag comfortably over her shoulder, Rumiko walked in to her local coffee shop. It was crowded even more so than usual today, it was a good thing she called the day before to reserve her space for a few hours.
Finally getting in, there was a medium sized table located to the left of the shop, situated next to a large pine bookshelf. The table had all the usual condiments on it as well as a small sign that had the word 'Reserved' written on it. Walking over to the table, Rumiko took off her coat and placed it on the back of the chair ensuring that it wouldn't fall onto the ground. She looked over to the wall to notice that they had put in a new mirror, it was strange in many ways as it wasn't there yesterday, what was even more concerning was that she looked like a train wreck. Normally she didn't care that her hair was messy, but for some reason it truly bothered her today. Maybe it was the fact that she still hadn't had her caffeine fix.
Her slim full figured face shows of the light caramel colour in her eyes. Usually the length of her hair reached to the centre of her back, however, she decided to put her crimson red hair into pigtails for reasons unknown to even herself. Her skin tone is an olive based colour, which depending on the lighting can come across a light shade of mocha, but today she looked paler than normal. She had so much work to do and her deadline was coming up rapidly. Before making her way to the counter, she heard a voice asking if she could sit down, luckily the curvy woman, who was clearly attractive, had been talking to another woman, who looked as though she’d just come from a wild rock party. It was time to get her coffee, it was way overdue and now she began to feel hungry.
Leaving the table, Rumiko walked over towards the counter. Adjusting her 'Kawaii Kitty' T-shirt and pin-striped trousers, she approached the counter nervously, James was behind the counter today and he seemed more attractive than usual. She was never attracted to blonde men, but there was something almost impish about him that made her feel flustered every time she walked in. "Morning" She muttered, he looked at her with a more than happy smile as he responded "Hey Rumi, how's my favourite game designer?" She laughed lightly and shook her head "Oh come on I'm still learning, I'm nothing to brag about" A look of shock crossed his face as he countered her statement. "What?! You're way too modest Rumi, Shadow of Susperia was an epic RPG I'm amazed you hang around with the regular folk" He seemed like a typical fan boy, but he at least appreciated her talents unlike her class mates.
The queue behind her was growing, so it was now time to place her order. "Thanks James, you are too kind as always, can I order a Grande mocha chino, a cheese and pesto Panini and a slice of carrot cake please" She was going all out today, it was necessary for her to get as much fuel as possible if she was going to work towards her deadline. "I'll bring it over to your usual table ok" He said with a wink and walked off to prepare her order. Smiling to herself she walked back over to her table and sat down, reaching into her large bag, Rumiko pulled out her laptop and turned it on; she then pulled out a medium sized notebook which contained all of her study notes. 15 minutes had gone by and finally James had come over with her order "So...how much do I owe you? I think its $11.75 right?” James leant over as he placed the tray down onto her table. “How about we hang out sometime, that can be what you owe” Blushing even more, she accepted his offer and allowed him to walk away. She never really understood her sexual preference as she was keen on both sides of the coin; perhaps this guy could help her make up her mind. Although knowing how she is, that may not be the case.