Lume di Luna[Open]

[Enrico Vivenzia]

I awaken to sunlight that's beyond bright
This day will be done right
There is a war, just waiting on the other side of the door
But I'll be bringing God to the gunfight
Can't live forever, so have some fun,
right?

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The rolling glow of the impassive moon rolled the outstretched fingers of her illuminance across the sterling shaded pillars that reached to kiss the ever shadowed sky of Asura, leaving only the waltz of colors-black and white- to cast to heavenward a surreal, if not ghastly portrait of blurred hues and swirling rays which moved in disgruntled harmony with thick clouds. And while the cold pearl of Heaven watched from her perch in the celestial wilderness, joined by her siblings within the black of emptiness, she brought the fantasia life of the night into the spotlight. On center stage of stirring ambitions and desires in the blanket of the eve, only where the seemingly infinite, yet realistically restricted reach of the nocturnal sphere, it was in these places that could not be enveloped in brilliance that served as the haven's of sin and shamelessness. Inequity flourished, bred when joined at the hip with illict yearnings and base pleasures. Grim and Mildew, not of the literal descriptor but related to the black which watlzed whimsically underneath the soul.

Enrico awoke to an unfamiliar ceiling, fighting through the haze of grogginess, the stupor left from cheap venom, and the wear on the body. The world moved faster than he preferred, tottering, lurching away from his loose grip on reality with some parts slipping through the fingers regardless. The room was somewhat recognizable, on the grounds he was here-once, hopefully the last time. Despite the stirring of the warm, albeit naked misses beside him. Her moaning caused by his lack of finesse or delicacy as he quickly escaped the sheets, dressed himself with his typical attire, found his weapons, and choose to leave before she would awake. The routine was always the same. The bitter hope and false smiles that their night of guilty pleasure meant they had some sort of connection. He would lie and said it was the best he ever had. She would would whisper that she loved him and would always call. But as soon as both hit the street and realized the girth of their impurity, neither would look back.

He preferred it that way.

Gunslinger Maverick, Disaster, Idiot on wheels, whatever this magus of the Holy Church was called today didn't-or ever- mattered. Especially as he paced the eternally lively streets of this foreign world, unconsciously navigating back to where his escapade of sweat and forgettable passions had begun.

"Seven Thumbs." Tavern.

The pub itself was nothing spectacular. The locals were typical. The guests were what you would find trying to grab a drink in a rather shady area of the traveler's venue. Even an alleged 'Saint' like Enrico had to work hard to attract attention in the bastion of showgirls, song, and ordinary unruliness. Though for being in the area for only two days, and a passing trip at that, the churches Fixer had already made a mild name for himself.

"What happened to Calina?!" the bartender, who's name escaped our antagonist, called.

And he shrugged slightly. "She wasn't around when I woke up." he muttered back, barely enough for the keeper to hear, but did nevertheless. Heading first to the bar, he pointed to a brand of wine from the row of reflective glasses on the wall, not whiskey, that he couldn't quite make out the name-eventually poured into a murky glass. "Thanks." he said lazily, more out of habit rather than honest gratitude.

"Not going to ask why yer' here lad or 'ow long ya be stayin'. But you should be going soon."

Enrico raised an eyebrow. "Why's that?"

"You make some of the regulars...uncomfortable."

The cliffhanger to any classic adventure.

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[Nikko Rinjiin]

WE WERE THE VICTIMS OF OURSELVES
maybe the children of a lesser god, between heaven and hell

Spending any time indoors was a rare occasion for Nikko, especially when one is comfortable being in such a location -- when being a claustrophobic to start with, having all these strangers in one cramped location at night. Perhaps the friendly and warm atmosphere was good enough to distract the boy from trying to claw his way out by any means necessary, instead, he sat happily with a group of guys. Some a little older then he is, others his peers, they all sat at a round table, strangers to each other minus a few friends that dotted amongst them. They spoke of nothing spectacular, joking around and from time to time the group would erupt in an acceptable decibel of laughter at an antic of a silly individual. Basically it was a guys night out, grabbing any fun looking passerby to join in on the fun away from the ladies to just be themselves for once. Nikko, wanting to fit in with his new found companions and not to attract any attention while simply walking down the street, had hid his tail in his dark jeans, and his pointed ears in a dark navy blue knit hat, to look just like any other tourist.

But suddenly the atmosphere changed inside the pub, he could feel it, his instincts told him that the humans felt more... perplexed about something. Resting his feet on the edge of the table, completely lax, letting his chair balance it's self on it's two hind legs, Nikko shot a look over his shoulder to see some blond walk in and start up a conversation with the bar keep. He didn't want to intrude on their conversation, but what ever was happening at the guys table was falling on deaf ears as his swiveled towards the duo, catching parts of their conversation. It intrigued him, that someone could make almost a full room of people uncomfortable by their mere presence. Hey, dude. one of the guys sitting next to the blue haired boy poked Nikko's arm. I. I think something just moved in your hat. he pointed out a little skittishly, blue hued eyes trailed back curiously at his neighbor and just smiled. "Oh, it's probably just static." he said waving his hand nonchalantly. "If you'll excuse me, I have something to investigate." placing his feet back upon the wooden flooring of the pub, Nikko stood up, stretching his cramping legs waving goodbye to the gang who excused him merrily.

Walking past the new comer in the pub, he caught the last words the older man said and one of his world famous smirks danced on his hansom features. Turning to an opposite side of where he came from, keeping an somewhat friendly and respected distance between himself and the blond, Nikko smiled to the bar keep. "That is no way to talk to a customer."

» notes: i'm a little rusty, so i apologize if my posts are a little dull.
» tags: enrico!
» words: 478
» music: fire flies - owl city

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[Ella Hansel]

/cause in my head there’s a greyhound station
/where I send my thoughts to far off destinations
/so they may have a chance of finding a place
/where they’re far more suited than here

It wasn't that Ella hated Asura. It wasn't that she loved it either. It was just there. She had no feelings toward it. To her, it only felt like a bridge she had to cross, and nothing more or less. Yes, she had heard it had some interesting tourists attractions, mysterious unexplored lands and even some nice locals. But that never really caught Ella's attention. After all, almost every land has those features. So why would she use up her energy on this one? Ella had no reason.

Maybe that was why she was surprised at herself, surprised by what she was doing. Even if she had a valid excuse, it seemed so unlike herself to be doing this! But the hunger compelled her, like a moth to the flame, to search out for a meal before the hunger took over her senses and succumbed her into a monstrous fit. And no proper Ghoul enjoyed that feeling. That feeling of losing all of yourself and falling into a deep mist. Ella had never felt that before receiving the curse of vampirism, and if she could tell her past self about it now, explaining it would be impossible. She couldn't put it into words. But, that didn't change the fact that Ella hated it so, which brought her to search out a meal. And she had to do it fast.

Searching for a meal was one thing, obtaining it is another. It is a very delicate process, one that fails quite often. First, she must find a target and befriend him/her or convince him/her to come with her for awhile. Then, she must lead them into a place where no passerby will see them. And finally, she must suck them of their blood. The first part is the hardest, of course, which brought Ella to her search of a mortal. Her quest to evade falling into oblivion.

But in all truth, Ella enjoyed Delphine. It was a vampire's paradise, no sunlight, no worries. And the sights were pretty nice too, though it escaped Ella why a human would ever want to come here. She knew the creatures got depressed without sunlight, she was like that too once. Though it was hard to remember why she was, it had been thirty six years since she felt that after all. And thirty six years is a long, long time.

As she was admiring the sights, for a split moment she laid eyes upon a tavern nestled in between the towering buildings surrounding it. Compared to it's neighbors, it seemed ugly and out of place, like a sore thumb. But that only attracted Ella's attention, and out of pure curiosity, she entered the old building. And to her surprise, the interior of the building looked even worse than the outside! Ella turned up her nose, and took a seat at one of the tables that were spread out across the room. She would need to come up with a plan, how would she lure one of these humans out of this stink-hole of a tavern? Well, she didn't even understand why they weren't dashing out of the place in the first place...

( OOC: Erm, first RP post, blah blah blah. Not amazing though it's pretty good for myself. I had to assume some things about Delphine's areas, so it might be a bit off. )

[Enrico Vivenzia]

“The thing that a lot of people cannot comprehend is that Mother Nature doesn't have a bullet with your name on it,
she has millions of bullets inscribed with
'to whom it may concern.”

"'e's not a customer. 'e's ah guest." The barkeep chimed back, his dissatisfaction with the outside interjection apparent in his town, but not quite on on his face as he continued to nonchalantly-and rather poorly- clean glasses. Place the finished work down and picking up another he drew his eyes land heavily on Enrico, speaking in low tones that could barely be heard even for the two in close proximity. "An' when guests over stay their welcome. That's when they ought to be leaving..." The wind of his cigarette and beer tainted breath reached out to strike the boy's senses stronger than any physical punch and clearly matured over ages of outright negligence.

A thin grin curled to the lips of the Pistol Crusader which disappeared immediately as he sipped his wine and the bitterness planted the knife within his tongue. A sigh, the clap of the cold drink ware on the table, the shuffle of his suit fabric as he shifted in the bar stool to return the looming stare given by the owner all became a silent rhythm while he waved his hand dismissively. "Now, now. I'll be out of your hair shortly." he began slyly, placing folded paper currency on the glossy counter and then gesturing to the newcomer. "As soon as I finish my business, take care a thing here and there...you won't even see me around again. Sound good?"

The keeper slid the money from the bar top warily and within his pockets before he took another empty, albeit cleaner glass and placed before the cerulean mop lad who felt obligated to join the disputing pair. "On him." the Keeper said flatly, tilting his head back to present the row of life's poisons and pleasures lined up and labeled. But rather than waiting to hear as much as a request or decline, the barkeep turned his attention back on Enrico, leaning in closely while he pressed a stern finger on the counter. "Ah don' care about you personally buddy. Just can' be havin' folk that makes regular's feel uneasy in the establishmen'. Bad fer' business."

"When you mean regulars, you mean vampires?"

The hammer was already primed to fire the bullet of happenstance from the gun madness, letting the atmosphere once saturated with a myriad of possibilities to drain into the few; and only one of those outcomes being welcoming. The rest a ballet of chaos the only required a pin drop worth of momentum to roll into the actions of pandemonium. In layman's terms: The Drama Bomb.

"By regulars ah mean regulars. Care nothin' about race or origin' you hear?"

"Yeah, I do." Enrico snickered, finishing off the venom in his glass and took a side glance at the 'boy' nearby. No scrutiny in his gaze, merely that of a casual observer, soon-to-be passerby and hopefully forgotten. Not even as much as embedding the image into his head, Enrico pulled back the sleeve of his coat and glanced at the omen hissing at him across the wrist watch. Time perpetually kept mooning him with the weight of urgency, not unlike many of things in the satire of his life, spiraling aimless as organization was still absent from his affairs. Little doubt that the condition was far from unintended or just so habitual it was now unconscious.

"So," he chimed in abruptly, reestablishing his side glance towards the boyish figure. "This may come off as a pretty wild question but...seen anything out side the normal lately?" The question was smoothed, if anything, jovial as he smirked slyly and moved his gaze toward the reflection and mirror painted by the bottles resting behind the bar. Not that it mattered. People came and went all the time. What difference did it make if he saw the individuals who called this place a-destination-.

Or did it?

[Nikko Rinjiin]

WE WERE THE VICTIMS OF OURSELVES
maybe the children of a lesser god, between heaven and hell

The retaliation of the bar keep was more then just something, not the most friendliest of owners now is he? Narrowing his blue hued eyes, Nikko tried to keep in touch with what was going on, who ever this is, and what ever is going on was fishy... and not in a good way. No, something foul was a foot, and he can smell it. The boy didn't feel comfortable enough to take a seat, his claustrophobia and uneasy feeling about the place now was all coming into play, and all he did was slide his hands off the counter and stand a little ways away from them, almost eying the two suspiciously while sharps ears took in every word, even whispers. For once he was glad he wasn't human. Why doesn't he just walk out? Well, for one he felt a little connection to his new found companions sitting a little ways away, still glimmering with glee as he left them, one even gestured for Nikko to return. He smiled and waved back, turning his attention back to the goings on at hand, only to catch word of vampires.

It struck him as a bad omen, pupils constricted to needle point and he discreetly glanced over the bar for any shady characters. It never struck him that vampires would be here, though it should be been obvious with the location's description, but probably being more of a night dweller himself, it never crossed his mind. He spotted a lone blue haired girl enter the tavern, but not wanting to jump to conclusions he payed little attention to it. "This may come off as a pretty wild question but...seen anything out side the normal lately?" he kept his cool, no matter how bad things might get if there are some leeches in the tench, it might be fun if this guy is a bount of some sort. "Out of the normal. No, not really. Depends what you think normal is these days." he said mirroring the sly smirk given. Who was this guy?

He seems to be so shifty, though Nikko cannot label himself being all that innocent either, but at least the humans around didn't feel uneasy about his presence yet. "If I may, why are you interested in the abnormal?"

» notes: that's right, Nikko is the only one with out an 'e' in his name B)
» tags: enrico && ella!
» words: 380
» music: fire fly- breaking benjamin

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[clue]

Delphine had all the makings of a beautiful city yet Sloane never enjoyed her time here. But there were times when a girl had to travel and there certainly were worse places to meet your connection. Reflected light of the moon on the surrounding structures provided most of the illumination, a slightly disorienting effect. For the past two days she had seen no sun, not a single ray of warming light. Giving a long yawn while she tossed her cigarette butt over her shoulder Sloane made no move to cover her mouth. She was exhausted despite having slept long into the morning so normal social manners where not at the top of her list.

Heading in the direction of the bar she recognized by sight, the thought of spending her remaining hours in the dim tavern was as appealing as any. Sloane despised the perpetual evening and would rather hide away in the windowless interior with a drink.

Pushing open the rough wood of the heavy door Sloane did not bother to tale a long look around and crossed the room to the far side of the bar. The stool she slid onto was wobbly and the counter she rested her elbows on sticky. Giving the bartender a signal with the flick of a finger he moved slowly from the other males and their conversation to fulfill her request. It wasn't an immediate order on her part but she supposed business was slow enough for him to appreciate any customer. Once the club soda was placed before her Sloane slid her payment forward and gently took up the thick glass.

The carbonation made her nose tingle and she wrinkled it response to the bubbles. Turning the swiveled top so she could lean her back on the counter Sloane's eyes scanned the other patrons, her eyes pausing on the other girl sitting alone. Loners always interested her, for Sloane knew why she had no partner but why others would travel solo puzzled her. Once again social graces never crossed her mind and her eyes never left the girl, something in the pit of her stomach made her stare. Checking her wristwatch with a quick glance Sloane began tapping her foot absentmindedly.

[Ella Hansel]

/they will see us waving from such great heights
/'come down now' they'll say
/but everything looks perfect from far away
/'come down now' but we'll stay...

Nobody liked the feeling of awkwardness. Not knowing what to say or do to fill up the empty space that was begging to be filled. Or just feeling like you needed to say something but you didn't know what in God's name to say. It was a very common feeling, one every race felt, human, vampire, changeling or spirit. You name it, they felt it. And lo and behold, that was what Ella felt right now. You couldn't really blame her, she was alone, the bar-tender was arguing with one of his costumers (As rude as it seemed, he was really doing it. What was he thinking anyways?) and a few people seemed to be giving her stares of wonder or intent for God knows why. Not to mention she couldn't think up a plan to get a meal anyways. It would be a lot easier if someone would come up and talk with her, but no one was. They all seemed occupied with something, important or not. So Ella was left sitting there, fiddling with the blue stone she always kept in her pocket. Man, it sure did save her from going insane in times like this.

Ella sighed, and with an empty motion, she put her head in her hands. Maybe she would leave soon, it didn't seem like she would get any opportunities in the stink-hole that was Seven Thumbs. Of course, the name itself was strange enough. Who would name anything 'Seven Thumbs'? The people who made this tavern sure didn't know any good advertising strategies, but of course that only mattered in the mortal realm. Pushing the irrelevant thoughts away, Ella began to stand up in attempt to leave the place. She would just go to the mortal realm, where they had good advertising strategies and plenty of 'snacks'. Besides, she didn't want her stone to suffer the affects of atrophy. As silly as it seemed, Ella had grown attached to the thing. Maybe she would give it a cute nickname sometime, such as 'Stoney' or 'Rocky'... Ella snapped back to reality, she had zoned off again! Damn, she hated her ADHD! Wait, can Ghouls even have ADHD anyways? Vampires don't catch human illnesses, so maybe she was like this when she was human too. Huh, she couldn't really remember....

Continuing to ponder about stupid things for a while, despite her constant attempts to keep herself on task, Ella was awoken from her daze by one simple word. 'Vampires'. No, it was not just the word, but the tone that which the word was uttered with. It was coated with disgust and hatred, and the owner obviously felt the same way toward her brethren. The owner found Vampires, no herself, disgusting.

Ella would have normally been uncontrollably angered by this, but she felt the exact opposite. Ella felt afraid. If anything, the owner was from The Holy Church, and since Ella belonged to The Rozen Order, she had a huge target on her back. In short, she was in a predicament. Ella couldn't leave now, that would attract the strangers attention, nor could she stay here for too long without the hunger taking over her senses, which would reveal her true nature too... She had to find a meal, and fast. And she had to make sure she got away without the blond haired stranger noticing that she was a Vampire.

( OOC: Hooray! Ella has Vampire ADHD! *cough cough* )

[Enrico Vivenzia]

OOC: This post sucks. Sorry about the wait. I had something better earlier, yet decided against it at the last minute. I'll evolve the quality back up to par next time.

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“Imagination is the one weapon
in the war against reality.”

"Me, oh nothing in particular." he answered, speaking light heatedly but with sonnacy that held the texture of tussore. He paused, childishly spinning in his chair until several circles were completed and any assumption of whatever maturity he had was left in the orbit of the skeptical. The gunslinger remained idle, then leaned back on the bar and pointed to yet another drink that was hesitantly served to him in the same blurred glass. "Just curious. I'm the kind of guy who loves a good story, a fable or so, eh?" His furtive grin continued to illuminate his young features as if seemingly empowered by the little spotlight in the drinking hub.

"I'm also looking for someone." he continued. "I have something very special that belongs to them." Enrico chuckled lightly, though the cruel irony and message would go unnoticed. In his peripheral, displayed from the reflective images cascaded from the glasses of bottles and the like, his vision caught the colored silhouettes of the new arrivals, but only one actually had his concern. The undivided attention akin to a predator and the intimacy with prey. Sapphire eyes allowed a feral shroud to flash over them, making out the shape and impression of the -target- in his mind delicately and through the colored ware. "But...that's something for another day. By the way, drinks are on me." he said quickly, rising up from the bar stool after finishing a half spin and nearly glided with silken urgency towards the delicious game.

Our hero slid into Sloane Gray's view and offered that impossible, yet signature smile. Sparkling teeth and all that jazz.

"So it's true, an Angel 'can' fall from grace."

Best. Pick-up line. Ever.

Or...not.

[Ella Hansel]

/eagle in the dark
/feather in the pages
/monkeys in my heart
/are rattling their cages

The hair on the back of Ella's neck was rising in an uncomfortable manner, and that did nothing but make Ella even more nervous. It was in times like these that she really hated being a Vampire. Why? Well because you had one of the biggest organizations trying to kill you all the time. It was even worse if you were a Ghoul, since you had no powerful abilities to help you. (Well some Ghouls did, it's just that Ella didn't. What luck.) And when you were stupid... well, that didn't help either.

Yes, her stupidity sure was showing. Ella stayed standing up in that about-to-leave-but-suddenly-stopped position for quite some while before realizing that by doing so, she was attracting even MORE attention! Ella quickly sat down after she realized this, and began storming her brain for ideas of how to get a meal and how to not get noticed.

Yet it seemed in times like these, when Ella needed an idea most, she didn't get any. Maybe it was the pressure and fear lurking within her, or the hunger that was slowly consuming her consciousness. But whatever it was, it took forever for Ella to even get the simplest of an idea. Calling the bartender over.

"Excuse me, bartender sir." Ella said loudly in an attempt to get the man's attention. Thankfully, it worked, as he came strutting over in short notice. Looking up at the menu and picking first refreshment she saw, Ella took her order. "Could I have the Barbera wine please?" Ella asked softly, and the bartender replied with a nod before heading off to the back-room to pour the drink, which Ella had no idea of what it even was. Ella expected a long wait, so she could think up a plan, but soon the bartender came out with the drink, which left Ella under pressure again. It wasn't like she could drink it, but she couldn't leave it sitting here either... Pushing the thoughts away for a moment, Ella gave the bartender the proper pay, and let the panic consume her again.

( OOC: Done. )

[Nikko Rinjiin]

WE WERE THE VICTIMS OF OURSELVES
maybe the children of a lesser god, between heaven and hell

He didn't feel any danger at the moment truthfully, like Nikko was in the safe heaven of his species having nothing to do what might be going on at the moment. Something kept telling him that this man was from the holly church, or maybe even a vampire looking for another or the other, just because those are the usual two who seem to hunt each other. Shoot, this could be just a normal human too, perhaps he was just over thinking things. "Sounds like fun I guess." Though him making the people nervous is still odd.. He continued his thought mentally. Giving a half ass sigh, Nikko perked a little as the blond said the drinks were on him, don't mind if he does.

He called the bar tender, and asked for a Heineken, once the green bottle was settled before him, the busy man walked over to a lady sounding voice behind them. He caught a glance of the blue haired girl, this time scrutinizing her a little more. Boy did this place seem odder and odder as time passed with him watching. Taking his drink, smiling at the blond who had started flirting with one of the new visitors, Nikko decided to do a little more snooping, this time by the girl with the wine. She smelled of something horrid, like a bad omen of some sort that should push others away and not drag them in, but truly; curiosity will kill the cat, one day. He took a sip nonchalantly of his beer, and smirked warmly to the girl before speaking in his calm hansom tone. "May I take a seat? You seem lonely." His group of new friends took a glance over their shoulders once one pointed out his movements, they laughed out of sheer cheer like the nice guys they are, and continued on their little happy go lucky conversations.

» notes: Sorry for the wait! D:
» tags: enrico & ella!
» words: 315
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[Ella Hansel]

/i've been traveling on this road too long
/just trying to find my way back home
/but the old me is dead and gone
/dead and gone

The purple liquid sat in front of Ella, untouched, and to her despair, looking absolutely disgusting. Well, it wasn't like she could drink it anyways, she was a Ghoul, drinking mortal food would make her cough up blood, and boy, would that damage her situation! That would pretty much give away her race, which would give her nothing in return but a holy bullet in her head. And to her 'joy', Ella was stuck with a drink in front of her, that she couldn't drink. Really, this did nothing of any good! She was such an idiot.

Ella soon lost her interest in staring at the swirling wine, so, curious on what wine smelled like up close (As Ella never got to the drinking age before becoming a Ghoul), Ella picked up the delicate glass and sniffed it for a moment. She expected something great smelling, as she could remember adult mortals loving it to death. But what she got was much less appealing than what Ella imagined, a sour smell that was unknown to the young ghoul. And lo', her classic reaction emerged out of it's slumber, a loud squeak and a jerk back, which only caused her to fall onto the ground, sprawled out in shame. Letting out another squeak, this time even louder, Ella set her chair right-side up and sat back down, her face now stained with a bright red blush. But that was when a young man came up to Ella, bearing a charming smile and a open bottle of Heineken. It took Ella a moment to figure out who he was, but then she remembered, he was the one talking with the blond haired stranger! Thank heavens he was a halfing, a race outside The Church. So, as he appeared to mean no harm, Ella nodded in acceptance to his offer.

But when the man came closer to Ella, the hunger took grip over her senses. She couldn't hold it in anymore, she had gone too long without a meal, and when a snack came this close to her, Ella's body took the offer. Standing up abrutly, Ella stepped quickly over to the man, her mouth opening to reveal a pair of long canines. And then, Ella lost all reason.

( OOC: Sucky post. D: I have no muse today. )

[Nikko Rinjiin]

WE WERE THE VICTIMS OF OURSELVES
maybe the children of a lesser god, between heaven and hell

He watched for a moment, violet and blue hued eyes sweeping the area. The girl didn't seem like someone to worry about, clumsy by letting herself fall the way she did. Nikko would have extended a helpful hand, but she got up on her own quicker then his reaction; not that he minded, less physical movement for him. He took a sip of his drink, awaiting some sort of answer on her part about his offering of company. This girl, she is unusually silent, perhaps she was too shy to answer or was giving him the silent treatment. No worries, he can catch a clue to when he is not wanted and was more then happy to wave her off on her own and go about else where -- probably back with the guys or outside to find new faces and out of such a crummy closed in space like this. But instead of walking away, Nikko was caught off guard, usually a girl coming closer was an automatic flirt invitation, but this was had turned odd and instead of getting closer too, he backed off slightly wondering 'what the heck is going on!'

The blue haired half-blood was just about to categorize this chick in the weird category, one not to stay with too too long as his instincts told him off about his current situation that had turned sour. 'Are, are those fangs I see?! What in the world have I gotten myself into, I just wanted to keep an odd girl company, not become lunch!' Swallowing several times rapidly, the boy gripped his hat to make sure his identity to the humans wouldn't be revealed. How to get out of here with out looking like an odd ball, with out being supper either. His tail tucked into his pant leg was starting to become a little uncomfortable, stiff and in dire need to lash out as his species would normally do in such a situation. Her movements were quick, and he just needed to be quicker. The boy side stepped around the table in hopes of keeping some sort of distance between them, not sure what kind of leech she might be, worse things other then being a walking buffet could happen if she is of royal blood. "Now now, no need to cause a scene." A futile attempt a reasoning? Either way, he was trying to weave his way towards the door.

That blondy over there better notice odd goings on when it happens, vampires made this kitty nervous beyond all reason.

» notes: again sorry for the wait, things came up.
» tags: enrico & ella!
» words: 424
» music: lifeless - 30 seconds to mars

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[Ella Hansel]

/they will see us waving from such great heights
/'come down now' they'll say
/but everything looks perfect from far away
/'come down now' but we'll stay...

One might consider the act of losing one's self another form of what you truly are. Being two-faced is bad trait in some people, but aren't all people really two-faced? The first face being the one that they usually are, and the second being the one where they lose all self control. If this analogy is to be accepted, Ella would now be on her second face, and she couldn't snap herself out of it. Well, it wasn't like Ella could even try to anymore.

Ella had reached this state quite a few times. Most of them being when she had just become a vampire. As it had been thirty six years since Ella had been bitten, you would think that she would learn how to avoid sinking to this level. No, Ella should be able to easily avoid such a mess she was in now. But here Ella was, losing herself again. Of course, it wasn't like Ella knew that she was doing it again, she had no memories to look back on when she entered this state. Maybe it could even be considered to be a luxury, to have no burden, no worries... Ella, however, hated it deeply. After all, who wouldn't hate losing yourself?

Being propelled by instinct, Ella began to inch near the passive Nikko, moving in the manner that a zombie would. (Vampires aren't that far away from zombies, in all truth.) The dark pupils that lay in Ella's sky blue eyes had now become cat like slits, and adrenaline rushed through her veins, giving Ella a significant boost of power. Humans get such a boost by experiencing fear and panic. Vampire's, on the other hand, get it by going for to long without a meal.

Lifting one shaking arm into the air, she grasped the cat-boy's shirt, and tried to pull him closer. Closer to Ella, closer to sink her fangs in.

( OOC: I'm so sorry for being tardy. T_T )