Shiloh Ariette DeMarco
Onyx Vampire
The Informant
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Mistress of Disguise
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Post by Shiloh Ariette DeMarco on Dec 29, 2012 23:07:51 GMT -5
There was something about being called Duchess that made Shiloh want to laugh every time. Oh, excuse me, Ariette. She went by her middle name in this particular persona. This was her base persona really, this was the one that most knew her as and the one that she went out as when she wasn’t actually on a mission. This one was absolutely the most her. It was her going out in the rank that she had actually earned and was part of. Well, technically she was an archduchess, but if she said that outloud everyone would know she was the Informer.
And she wasn’t quite ready to come out so soon. The only Archdukes and –duchesses after all were the Council. And she was the only one who hid herself. It was just asking to be found out if she went out in her own personal rank. Duchess was close enough and even that amused her to the point of laughter. She found it so strange. Her? A duchess? One that was at the top of society? She used to be one people wouldn’t even look at because she was a half-breed. Someone nothing wanted in those days.
This was the persona most people knew. She was often out as this, with her own personal looks and her own personal style. She didn’t wear a wig, or contacts, or change the way she dressed. Sometimes people would look at her and say she looked familiar but in a society where most didn’t age—some people just plain looked like each other. Especially family members. So it wasn’t so uncommon that people looked like each other so no one questioned it too hard. She quite enjoyed this fact, but at the same time it seemed to often make her job too easy.
Like tonight she knew no one would look at her and go “Maybe her. Maybe she’s the Informant.” People thought her own personal personality was too bubbly, to loud and happy, too truthful and blunt to be one as shady as the Informant. That was part of the genius of it. She had bowed slightly to Laevinus as she had entered, a playful smirk pulling at her violently red lips. He had to know she was doing it in jest. Though Shi was loyal to Laevinus to the tee, she was bad at those societal polite…things.
The blood red shoes she wore elevated her already impressive height to one that put her a shade higher than most women already here, it made her noticeable. She loved hiding in plain sight. And her dress most certainly made her stand out. But the stockings she wore, with the swirling patterns, hid her marks. Where were of course the most individual markers of a vamp. Those she always covered creatively, even with her love of short and scandalous clothing.
Shiloh, under the guise of Ariette, made her way about the ball. The night was young yet and she was amused. She adored these sorts of things, not for the music and the atmosphere, but for the secrets. Things always happened at these things. She could always count on new dirt. And she was curious to see what humans would attempt to crash. It was a dangerous thing to do, no doubt, but she had a feeling that one would attempt it anyway. It seemed to be in their nature to do things one shouldn’t. The desperation of those who were dying out. She had been a vampire too long to really remember how she had been as a human, so they fascinated her.
She knew for a fact that one or two were going to crash. She had had one of her spies infiltrate a group of humans and the spy had reported back to her a knowledge that they were speaking about crashing. She had told her lovely spy to let them be, to let them come and crash. It would make things more interesting than if they had decided to spill the secrets right then and there. Of course, she had told Vin what she had learned as soon as she had learned it, like she said she was loyal to a fault, but she had told him she wanted to let it play out.
It was so much more fun that way.
With a grin, the red clad woman trailed around the edges of the ball, amber eyes taking in so much loveliness. She adored men in suits. It was so lovely and yummy. And of course all the women looked like swirling flowers in varying shades of red black and white. Which of course brought her back to the other reason that she was here. She entirely expected to get this gorgeous red dress off her body by the end of the night. People were always sneaking off out of the ball scene to get it on, and tonight would be no different.
She was certainly hoping that she would be one of those who would find herself getting away for a little bit. Man or woman she didn’t care, she had no preference in that regard. She just wanted to have her fun. As long as she kept her lips to herself, of course.
Sometimes being a succubus made life hard.
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Post by Anthony William Scott on Dec 30, 2012 1:35:18 GMT -5
No matter what the big man in charge dressed this event up as, it was still a social one. Anthony clung to the edges, waiting to see if someone interesting came in or something interesting happened, something that might need his attention. But, so far as yet, nothing had happened. Nothing other than the hard wired niceties that made society work. People came in, made their obeisance to the Monarch, and made their way around the room, taking in the people that were there and the situation that was at hand. Eventually, they all ended up circling around one another in that overdone dance known as polite society. There was something forced about the whole thing, but then again, the entire basis of society was a little forced, wasn't it?
The edges, that was always where he was comfortable. In his black suit, Anthony stuck to them, interacting with the people that he needed to and no more. There was nothing that could be done to make him feel at all comfortable in this situation. He was still young enough that the world of his youth, the mountains and the trees and the valleys and the rivers had a hold over him and time spent too long in society made him innately uncomfortable. Perhaps it was the people, perhaps it was the walls. He didn't know for sure but whatever it was, society made his skin crawl, he wasn't born to it and he wasn't copacetic with it. He was here, as usual, as part of his responsibility to the Monarch. Trying to get out of these things for him was about as impossible as a beaver getting out of one of the traps he had set in his youth.
He was out tonight in a three piece suit, it was the closest that he would ever be to full formal dress. He was grudgingly wearing a tie, but had, as usual, eschewed the bow tie for the typical noose-type that was found in the normal world. Even if he was going to wear a noose, he would wear the one he wanted to, damn it. Although he was loathe to wear the clothing, he was bound and determined to look good while he was doing it. This, of course, meant, that he had spent far too long with a tailor and getting stabbed by pins to get that look. He was one of many men that were dressed in black while women in color swirled around them, white and red and black. His second sartorial rebellion was his comfortable shoes. There was no way on this green earth that he was going to wear those overly constraining shoes that seemed to be part of any formal get up. What if he had to chase a human who decided to crash this event down? Well, the hunters would probably take care of it, but there was nothing that he could do about that, now was there?
He'd settled into a rhythm: walk to the alcohol, say hello to someone important, walk back to his standing spot, repeat when necessary. It was working so far and what little he felt from the alcohol was taking the edge off of his discomfort in society. Sticking his nose in the scotch, he realized that the only thing that could take the edge off entirely would not be allowed in the ballroom. It was, in fact, something that would have to take place in a further flung corner of the castle given the nature of the escapade. Wouldn't that be convenient? Take the edge off with a good old fashioned boot knocking. It was always a good way to get things done.
His thoughts were interrupted when he did see a familiar face, someone that he (for the most part) trusted. Ariette was more familiar than most people in the room, someone that he could hunt with and avoid the mass of humanity in the citadel with on a normal day. Perhaps today she could serve a similar purpose, only to help insulate him from the mass of humanity that surrounded him. It was always worth a shot.
He left his selected post at the column, moving through the crowd more like a predator than a member of the group. He carried himself differently, apart from the motion of the groups as people passed back and forth between the two, his eyes on the proverbial prize. Although not hunting in its purest sense, he was chasing an escape from the world that bore down on him with sound and fury. For the moment, there was nothing to notice but his escape in her red dress and shoes. This was hope, a brief surge of it passing through his mind. Closer now, the hunting instinct faded back to its normal recess of his mind. The man returned, the hunter displaced.
"Ariette," he said with a smile as he came up behind her, "I can see you're trying to cause a scandal. Any successes so far?"
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Shiloh Ariette DeMarco
Onyx Vampire
The Informant
played by reesa [/size][/i][/center]
Mistress of Disguise
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Post by Shiloh Ariette DeMarco on Dec 31, 2012 2:57:27 GMT -5
Oh how Shiloh adored these sorts of things. There was so much fodder for her future endeavors. So many chances for things like blackmail and so many chances for her to find new routes to explore in her future spying. She loved being able to look around and make commentary in her head. Like that duke who had seduced her Academy student persona, and currently had an arm around his luxurious wife who was leaning into him with the sort of ease that suggested she had no idea. Or the Academy student who had evaded a Hunter the other day after crashing a high scale party she had been at and made off with half of the silver in the next room.
She chuckled. Oh how she adored knowing things. Most things she didn’t share that she learned. It was just good for future endeavors to know things, if she got into a jam that was. But anything that had to do with mutiny, or people making too many whispers that could cause trouble, that she reported. She was well aware that a week after she shared her information the Hunters would take out said person at “random.” But she never felt guilt over this knowledge.
She did what was best for her. And right now what was best for her was Laevinus staying on top. It was the first time she had a solid position in society—even if no one else knew she had one. She wasn’t going to jeopardize that.
But she pulled her focus back to the ball itself. She noticed a few wandering eyes as she passed people, with a drink in her hand. She supposed it was because her dress was just a tad shorter than most ball gowns were supposed to be. And it was a hot shade of red that caught attention. She adored the attention though. Hiding in plain sight, that was always the best way to go about it. No one suspected her, who would? She was just the Duchess Ariette Gekek who was goofy and quick to grin, and more than a little bit scandalous from time to time. She said things that made the other ladies she hung around with gasp and she adored it.
It was perfect.
She scanned the crowd, looking for her next victim, looking for the person who would possibly help her out of this dress she was currently in. Shi would be quite disappointed in herself if she managed to stay in it all night, after all. She leaned back against a pillar, examining her choices, seeing who noticed her and smirking. Oh yes, she would be seriously disappointed. There were so many choices here tonight, and everyone looked so lovely.
The classical stuff wasn’t her scene though, so she was biding her time, waiting until the night got later and everything got a little bit more wild. It wouldn’t be too much longer now, so she didn’t mind the wait. As long as something came along to appease her and help her pass the time.
And speak of the devil. It was more like a someone it seemed.
She turned and answered to her borrowed name as easily as if it was the one that her mother had named her when she had been born. She had been answering to it for the past three years or so after all. Ever since this monarchy had been set up and she had needed a persona among the nobility that she could step out as when she wasn’t on a mission. So answering to the name Ariette was so beyond easy for her now. She turned, pleased that only a strand or two of her hair fell out of the complicated up style she had pulled it into—it would have been smarter to leave it out but she hadn’t been able to help revealing more skin in pulling it up.
”Anthony” she greeted right back, warmly. She turned when she had heard her name and the smile had blossomed, if a bit satirical as all her smiles were, upon her face. The Tracker knew her under a different name as well of course, not that he knew that. He was one of the few of the Council who’s company she honestly enjoyed both in and out of the Council room. Not that she didn’t do her best to be an annoyance within the Room of course. It amused her to spice up the meetings by seeing who’s cage she could rattle.
Either way, she enjoyed the friendship she had with the man. If it could be called a friendship, she suppose it could be. She tended to keep people at arm’s distance. But she enjoyed hunting with him, enjoyed escaping the city for a while and getting back to her roots, getting back to what she had done often as a child among her mother’s people. So she was happy to pass the time in conversation with him.
She laughed when he spoke of what she was wearing and gestured to the dress. ”How could you tell?” she asked, feigning innocence before shaking her head. ”Unfortunately no scandals just yet, but the night is still young” she spoke. She knew she perpetrated a scandalous air about her when she was in this persona. It made it all more fun. It made it easier to say whatever the heck she wanted and be her usual blunt self.
She looked over the man who stood before her and nodded appreciatively. She wasn’t sure she had ever seen him done up except for these sorts of things. ”You’re looking pretty dapper yourself,” she said, with a small nod once more. She quite enjoyed seeing people getting all dressed up. She often was in her laid back clothes, but there was something about the fancy dress that made everything seem just a little bit…well…mythical. To her at least.
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Post by Anthony William Scott on Jan 1, 2013 5:11:32 GMT -5
It was worth noting that this was an impressive bash and was getting everyone in the citadel out and having fun. Some of the hunters were even out of their uniforms and looking uncomfortable in their fancy dress. He couldn't really blame them, he was in the same state discomfort. However, it was something of an occupational hazard if he wasn't here. He and Vin were on good terms, as good as anyone could be with the man and not be a female, but the line between good graces and death was thin and he really did prefer being on the side he was on. He was under no illusions that it was his job to help keep the man in charge happy and in charge. And if that meant showing up in a tie once in a long while, that was what it meant.
As much as he tried to fit into the scene, Anthony knew that there was a rational root for his distaste for society. Perhaps it was years of near solitude, not this many people within fifty miles of him, or perhaps it was the result of being taught that self-reliance outranks all other virtues save loyalty. From there, he'd simply made the connection that an agglomeration of any being, compounded in one area and infinitely reliant upon the work of others was a bad thing. Whether the reality met with his perception of it, however, was a different thing. Eventually, he would have to evaluate this vision of the world as a group of co-dependent ninnies, but he would save that for a day when he could sit in front of the fire with the dogs and a glass of scotch, pondering the world.
His eyes strayed for a moment, tracing the curve that her dress followed, before returning to Ariette's face. It was a simple biological fact that he was easily distracted by a tightly sheathed female body. One thing he did not miss from the past were the dresses, gargantuan affairs of calico or satin, obscuring everything that the wandering eyes of a teenage boy would want to see. He'd appreciated the twenties and came to love the tighter and skimpier fashions of the eras that followed. And this dress, this red wrapper, was exactly the sort of thing that was missing in interior Alaska when he was young.
"Thank-you," he said, grin tugging at the corners of his mouth, "and as with everything, the proof is in the pudding. You're alone, you just got here, and no one is running around in tears or throwing a fit, so I can only assume that you have yet to crush some poor sap's heart under your rather impressive heels." He took a sip of his drink, letting the alcohol sweep away the blandness of the cliche he had just employed. As usual, he was the man of few words and an even poorer ability to speak. That, he noted, was the problem with isolation. Thankfully, he was still able to communicate on more than a 'me Tarzan, you Jane' level. He had the blessed ability to form sentences.
Despite his proclivity to bland phrases, there were blessings in not speaking. Hunting was by far improved by a lack of conversation, as were other activities including the concentrated swilling of scotch and whatever may happen behind closed doors.
The time for those conversations had passed thirty or more years before, leaving him for a time a shell, empty and unable to function in any world, his own or the society so rudely thrust upon him. The idea of continuing had almost been too much, salvaged by getting tackled every morning by the small vampiric torpedo better known as his daughter. It was that simple to carry on. But now, even his reasons for staying sane and in the world no longer needed him. It was the realization that came with what he felt was his second childhood, if the rampant womanizing and continual disappearance into the woods could be called a childhood and not a crisis of some kind.
Thoroughly awash in a milli-moment of nostalgia, his gaze once again slipped, tracing again the lines beneath the dress. He rejoined the world and once again had to force himself away from thoughts that involved less red and more white skin, against what his mind had failed to provide. This was either a reaction to some kind of stress, the alcohol, the setting, his appreciation of modern clothing, or more likely, a combination of factors, setting his mind on edge and preventing the formation and execution of a few socially acceptable impulses.
Mind aligned with the manners of the evening, he gathered his thoughts and rejoined the world. "Come, let's go freshen these up," he said, holding up his glass in one hand while sliding the other behind Ariette's back, pressing her away from the column and towards the bar.
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Shiloh Ariette DeMarco
Onyx Vampire
The Informant
played by reesa [/size][/i][/center]
Mistress of Disguise
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Post by Shiloh Ariette DeMarco on Jan 2, 2013 21:16:59 GMT -5
Oh if Shiloh could just bottle this feeling. So much potential in this room for mischief. Oh she would mostly behave herself, she didn’t feel like getting her head taken off later by Vin, thank you. And yes, she did just call him Vin. She knew he hated it. That was why she did it. She was damn lucky she was the best spy in this damn Sector or she knew he’d have killed her by now. She chuckled to herself with the thought and shook her head. She hoped he wouldn’t kill her. That would spoil all her damn fun.
She shook her head. If he hadn’t yet after she had been working for him all these years, he wasn’t going to now when they finally had something like peace and they were on top. Anyway, she wasn’t looking to cause too much of a stir. Mostly she was going to watch and have some fun. She had to have a night off sometime, didn’t she? She chuckled to herself once more, and absently ran her fingers over the elegant updo she had woven her raven hair into. She had done herself up for something after all.
Out of the corner she thought she noticed more than one look, and one that possibly came from her current male companion. But she wasn’t quite sure on that note. She knew he chased after the teenie boppers, but she was over two hundred years old—just barely but still. She was no teenie bopper for all that she acted like one. So she dismissed it until she had more evidence of that. Shi figured that she wouldn’t get any fun of her own until the night got more loose and wild and the music changed for the better.
She wasn’t very fond of the music of her childhood, she wasn’t very fond of anything from her childhood to be exact. So the classical music was not up her alley, even if she could do most of the dances in her sleep.
Turning her attention back to the man who she had designated as her way to not be bored any longer, she forced her mind to stop wandering so damn much. She enjoyed his company, honestly and truly, and that was rare with Shi. Someone she felt like-minded with, on most things. Or at least someone she could hunt with—even if he was delirious and thought his mutts were better than her beautiful birds.
She smirked at his comment, mischief in her eyes. Well, she quite enjoyed that image, that sounded like fun. The cliché didn’t make her even pause, it was an amusing image so she could easily brush that of. She hadn’t gotten that far in her night though, he was right. She laughed outright. ”Ah, well, the night is young yet, isn’t it?” she teased, unable to stop the mischief, the playful tone in her voice. ”Though, for all you know I could be planning to behave myself tonight” she said with an exaggerated pout. Of course she wasn’t. Her dress said that and more, didn’t it? She was fully planning on misbehavior.
She waved off her pout and her fake insult easily, downing a bit more of her drink as she did. ”Such is the perk of not being a Council Member, I don’t have to behave myself.” she teased. And lied. Of course. She was a council member but she would keep that lovely little tidbit to herself, especially against other Council Members. It wasn’t all that odd honestly. She deceived them in some ways more than the common people. And it made it easier to have honest relationships with each. If honest was truly the word. But either way, it allowed her to step away from that persona.
But that was what she had been doing all her life. Stepping away from this or that persona. She nearly sighed with the thought. But it wasn’t tiring. She enjoyed it. Most days. Now that it wasn’t a necessity anyway, now that it was her choice to flit from persona to persona.
Ah! But she did catch it that time. It wasn’t in her head, she was certain of it. She hid her smirk along the edge of her glass as she finished off her blood-wine easily. Well wasn’t that amusing. She would certainly intend to possibly have her fun with that. After all, what was the fun in a ball if she didn’t get her dress off from time to time? Counter productive maybe, but who really cared? Her own eyes wandered for a moment. She really did enjoy a man in a suit—not that there wasn’t plenty of that around here.
But all the same. It made her amused.
Her lips twisted into a grin that she allowed to be seen this time and she tilted her head slightly. ”Taking charge, there, Anthony?” but all the same she easily moved with the hand on her back. She laid a gentle, barely there hand on his shoulder—more out of habit from her teenager days than anything else—and allowed herself to be pressed towards the bar. ”I’ll allow it as long as you get me something a tad bit stronger” she teased, her amber eyes amused, as she arched a brow.
She couldn’t help herself. Most of the things she said were teases, gentle playing things. And when she was comfortable with the person she was with it came out more than usual. Shiloh found herself most comfortable around Anthony, to be honest. So that was where they were coming from. Besides, a little scandal here or there was positively what she lived for.
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Post by Anthony William Scott on Jan 3, 2013 22:12:50 GMT -5
He smirked at the idea of Ariette ever behaving herself. This was woman that he knew was not compelled to follow the social norms that were expected of her. She was clearly in what he had recently decided to call the ‘second childhood’ phase of her life. Slowly but surely, he was getting there as well. There were more than enough things in life that were no longer worth worrying about and plenty more that were. For example, he could stop worrying about whether or not he was ever going to go bald like his father had. 102 years of life and there were still no follicles missing from his well coiffed head. One thing he could start worrying about, however, was stopping himself when any statement started, ‘kid, when I was your age...’. That was going to have to go if he was going to live a new life that didn’t include so many damn things pointing to his being old and other things like that.
There were many thing that the night seemed to entail. Around them, paired off vampires spun through the moves of the waltz and the foxtrot, any of the classic dances that could be mounted by man and woman, framed in their arms, carrying either passion or the simplest mutual respect across the floor. It reminded him of watching human movies about princesses with his daughter. It was at this type of type of event that the prince and the princess would meet and fall in love. Although he had never put much stock in the ball-and-love theory (his reality was a cabaret and war), it was easy to see where the fantasy came from. Everything about these kind of nights pulled on the classic romanticism castles and bastardized fairy tales. As with everything though, the reality of the fairy tale ball was probably that the prince and the princess snuck off into a corner, knocked boots, she got pregnant, and (having knocked up a well born woman) the prince the married her out of responsibility. He laughed slightly at the thought, blessedly in time with Shiloh’s self deprecating humor.
“Yes, I do actually do that from time to time, I’m not all hunting dog, you know,” he said with a laugh, steering her through the crowd and towards the bar. From across the room, it appeared that there were quite a few people congregating at it, enjoying the blessing that was free alcohol. The ability to get alcohol for free, well, that was something that normally only women could do. Unfortunately, just as women’s hemlines had risen from the ground to barely covering that which most societies declared off limits, so had the prices of alcohol. Perhaps the two were directly correllated, perhaps not, but whatever the causes of the precipitous rise in hooch prices, he had definitely been unhappy every time they went back and he blessed society with his return.
A strong drink was not the only thing on his mind that night, as surprising as it might sound. No, the earlier realization that knocking boots would alleviate his stress and the continued stream of booze and the presence of a beautiful woman on his arm, hand on his shoulder, well, lets face it, what red blooded straight man wouldn’t be thinking of sex? What man wouldn’t, indeed? And as would be the same with his compatriots, behind a lot of thoughts about other irreverent and irrelevant things, there was the preoccupation of every species, sexual or not: reproduction (or at least a damn good practice run at the real thing).
“We’ll see about something stronger, although I am not sure that His Royal Highness would go so far as to allow backwoods hooch into a top-notch bash like this,” he said, smirking. Oh, those had been the days. Alaska, like the forty-eight incorporated states, had felt the sting of prohibition and the only thing you could get was the gin that some old trapper distilled out in the woods. It had been a time where everything went behind closed doors and skirts were short and came off with surprising ease. He’d learned everything he’d ever been taught about women from the vamp that took over his care when he was banished from his own home, a whore of fame and fable in the fifty miles surrounding the little town she worked in. The twenties, oh those days, running through speakeasies at fifteen, seeing what he could apply to the women he met. He’d been rather a rake in his younger years, chasing anything that moved until he met a cabaret singer in London and ended up being hooked for a few decades.
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Shiloh Ariette DeMarco
Onyx Vampire
The Informant
played by reesa [/size][/i][/center]
Mistress of Disguise
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Post by Shiloh Ariette DeMarco on Jan 8, 2013 19:14:25 GMT -5
Shiloh was a trouble maker. No matter the shape she took, no matter the personality, there was always that smirk ready to come into play. Even if she appeared to be totally serious, with not a smile breaking through the surface, in her head she was plotting, she was playing. And she always left behind some sort of chaos in her wake. Even if they didn’t know it yet because she hadn’t set into play doing something about what she learned. She was a bit of a trouble maker that way, a bit wry and sarcastic, but she just liked to play.
Though Shiloh was named after the hawk, though she nearly always had hawks or falcons on her and though her original tribe had been all about birds of prey…whenever Shiloh found herself exhasperated and talking to the sky, it was to the Coyote she spoke. Call him the Coyote, Loki, whatever. That was who her soul belonged to if you believed in that sort of thing. She was definitely a creature of the Trickster, not a doubt about it. She was now and she had always been, and in her long life she likely always would be.
She was a spy after all.
But it wasn’t the spy in her that had her dressed the way she was, all in tight red fabric, it was the troublemaker. Most definitely that. And she happily noticed the looks that she got all around. Including looks from the man she was with which she definitely appreciated. What? He was damn handsome, she was allowed to appreciate the looks, thank you very much. She smirked, amused with her own inner thoughts. She was a strange little creature but she was amused by herself and that was all that mattered really.
Besides, she had come to this ball with a mission. And it wasn’t a mission that involved her job as an Informant—though she had some of those. Briefly she wondered how Anthony would react if he knew the truth about his hunting buddy, but she dismissed it. She knew how other council members would react, but that was because she was a notorious button pusher with most of them. That thought made her full red lips pull into one of their most familiar facial expressions—a smirk.
She laughed at Anthony’s comment. ”You sure?” [/b] she teased, with a grin, though she easily let herself be led. Something she didn’t often do, as she was a dominant little thing. It came from being pushed around too much when she was younger, now she wanted all the damn control. Though she hid it easily behind a guise of being easy going and laid back. She let her confidence cover it and usually people didn’t notice her little spazzy moments. Right now she was fairly relaxed, being that it was a party and she was entirely amused. It was a good time, what could she say? She was likely going to get some more than once tonight, she knew there were plenty of people she could bother and she knew for a fact that humans were crashing which would make for a good show. So she wasn’t even slightly freaking out in her head. Though she did joke about it anyway. ”Well, I am all hawk. So be careful, or I may bite”[/b] she said, sing songing the last part, batting her eyelashes and leaning into him like a bimbo as she did. But then she laughed and regained her usual manner. She was in an odd mood, that was most certainly clear. It happened. She was happy, she was relaxed, she was bound to be making odd comments. Besides, she enjoyed the looks she was getting, it elevated her already fairly high ego. Meh, she didn’t care. She had her fun and that was all that she really cared about. Why not? She was practically immortal, she had been alive a damn long time, she needed to have her fun otherwise her life would get totally boring. She didn’t get why other vampires acted all stuck up. Life was boring that way. She snorted at his answer, like a total lady she was sure—some duchess she was supposed to be—and nodded a bit. ”Seems its all about the blood-wine tonight” she agreed with a bit of a huff. ”Guess he doesn’t want everyone getting all drunk and wandering off to ‘enjoy some fresh air’ with a partner…or two. What a buzz kill,”[/b] she said with a little laugh. In this role of duchess, this persona knew full well that Vin would be the last one to stop people from having sex. Heck, he was probably planning on slipping away with half of the women here himself as soon as he could manage to. But it was fun to bring it up anyway. [/blockquote]Words: 811 Muse: Not the greatest, but its there! Comments: It'll get better >< |
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Post by Anthony William Scott on Jan 13, 2013 17:29:44 GMT -5
He turned her towards the bar, pushing their way through the crowd. The simple fact of the matter was that in any given situation, there would be a dominant force behind any motion. The crowd would part if enough momentum moved them forward. This simple rule of nature would move them through the crowd. If they pushed and they carried through, the horde would part like the seas before Moses and they would pass through to the bar, carried on by the momentum of respect, nature, and the sheer fact that there was alcohol there, albeit controlled and strictly limited to what the monarch had in mind as the appropriate forms for the evening. Perhaps it was possible that there was something stuck behind the bar, even if it was the kind of thing you had to pay extra for (that, or just ask for it specially). He hadn’t been too curious about that earlier in the evening, but now the time was coming that he was looking for something more than the staid, fairly typical blood wine. The monarch hadn’t wasted any money on getting a more expensive base vintage (much to Anthony’s distaste), probably aware that the majority of the populace would have no idea the difference between a drinkable vintage and a truly excellent one. Sadly, Anthony had developed that sense and thus was a little bit disappointed with the wine.
He nodded at her mildly mocking comment. He had to be something more than a weapon or a someone’s tool, else there really would be no point to this entire living thing. There were more than enough reasons for him to be something other than just the Tracker. He’d had an identity and although he’d been a hunter all his life, he liked to think that people sometimes thought of him as something else. Adventurer, father, friend, all of those were words that he hoped were at times applied to him, even if they weren’t the core of his identity. He’d spent too long in the world to be comfortable with being fully defined by one trait. It would have made him flat, rather than the rounded individual he tried so hard to be over the course of his life.
“Well,” he said with a laugh, “if that happens, I’ll probably bite back.” He was in quite the mood tonight, it was probably obvious, but the cheap wine he’d been drinking all night might just be starting to go to his head. Not enough to get him drunk or even tipsy, but enough that his mood and normally rather stoic demeanor were lifted. Wine was a drink for celebrating, scotch was a drink for thinking, and he loved them both equally. There were few skills he was as proud of as his ability to discern the bad from the good from the great in both of those.
Of course, it could also have been the air of excess that was settling over his mind in addition to the alcohol. This was a night for excessive actions of every kind, and by all the fine wines he had, he was determined to sample at least a few of the excesses that were there. His eyes strayed back to Ariette’s curves. Excess indeed. Between the wine, the night, and the company, his mind was a whirl of ideas and thoughts that on any other night would left unconcisdered and unacted, but this night, well, it was a horse of a different color.
“It’s a shame, really, although I am sure that if that is the case, His Imperial Highness will be breaking his own rules at some point,” he said as they arrived at the bar. The one thing that Anthony knew he could count on the Monarch for was an incredible and sometimes frustrating amount of self-interest. And should that interest involve ‘fresh air’ as Ariette had called it, well, he would be one of the first to be leaving the room. This wasn’t a principled monarchy with rules and norms that could be broken. No, it was a well known fact that the man in charge was quite the rake and that he would quite happily sleep with the entire female population of the sector, if not the rest of the world, provided they met his aesthetic standards. Though that was the case, few people seemed to speak about it, perhaps out of some old deference to power imbued during the eras where they had been raised. Strange thing, Anthony hadn’t really lived in one of those. He was the son of an outlaw, raised in the wilds of Alaska where almost anything went. His respect for governmental authority was grudging at best and a trait that he had been forced to learn later in life than most.
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Shiloh Ariette DeMarco
Onyx Vampire
The Informant
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Mistress of Disguise
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Post by Shiloh Ariette DeMarco on Jan 19, 2013 1:12:49 GMT -5
Shiloh was thoroughly enjoying herself. It seemed in the atmosphere of the party, everyone was letting their guard down and having a little bit of fun. Or maybe it was all the wine, she thought with a smirk, but either way, it made things more entertaining. And she did so love when life was entertaining. For a while she had moped about, until she had just decided to eat up the scandal in life.
And that was her current goal. That goal had gotten her to being the Informant to the Council because of her knack of being who she wasn’t, sticking her nose where it didn’t belong, and stirring things up until she got what she wanted. So she thought her lovely idea of living was doing just dandy for her. She was actually doing pretty well for herself for once and that made her pleased as could be. It was better than moping and if it meant this persona of hers had quite the reputation, well that was damn fun.
Speaking of peope letting a bit loose either because of the atmosphere or the free alcohol, she noticed that hint in Anthony and decided she was quite amused by it. She enjoyed her friend’s company, enough so that she had once debated sharing who she was just to see how he reacted, and so to have this conversation ultimately caused her to grin. Oh these things would never ccease to amuse her, would they? Well that…that was a good thing. She laughed and shook her head. ”I dare you she said, arching a brow in clear challenge just to see what would happen. She was just that way. Scarlet lady indeed.
She leaned on the bar easily when they got to it, resting an elbow on it and simply leaning into it, but keeping her attention on her friend and company because she was polite, even if her amber gaze did from time to time wander and make sure she wasn’t missing some sort of scandal and be behind on all the news. It was always a bad idea for a good spy not to be in the know. But she was good at multitasking so most of her attention stayed squarely settled on Anthony. She laughed and nodded. ”Oh trust me, I’m certain he will be breaking that rule if it is indeed a rule.”
Carefully, because the bartender was distracted at the moment, Shiloh went up slightly on her toes to reach over the bar and grab, well, whatever was nearest. Which happened to be another bottle of wine. She groaned softly. ”There must be something other than that back here.” She complained softly and mostly to herself, but then she shrugged, and proceeded to refill her glass and offer the glass to Anthony with an arched brow. She was too lazy to wait for the bartender to come their way and offer them something better. Usually Shiloh was patient, she had to be to get her game. And she would always be infinitely patient when she was hunting, either here among the socialites or out in the forest.
But it was a party, and she decided she needed something more. So there it was. Perhaps she would behave herself in a moment, if the bartender decided to come over. But where was the fun in behaving? She was wearing what she was wearing for a reason. She turned back to Anthony as she took a sip, purposely tilting a hip to the side to rest her other hand on it as she pulled the glass from her lips.
As she scanned the crowd and waited to see what he would answer about wanting the bottle or not—despite the trouble it may cause in taking it of course, she took a moment to snag a chocolate covered strawberry off of the tray of a passing pet. A small one, of course, so that way she wouldn’t have to deal with trying to catch the chocolate as it splintered off from her taking a bite, and she happily inhaled it with one bite. Which then distracted her further as she closed her eyes and hummed in approval. ”Can I just take a moment to appreciate how all the old myths about us not being able to eat are wrong?” [/b] she said in a laughing tone as she opened her eyes to fix them on her friend. ”Because then I would have entirely missed out on chocolate and that would have been just tragic”[/b] she said, with an over dramatic flare. It was true though, chocolate was an expensive delicacy that wouldn’t have been given to her half breed self. But oh it was wonderful. She shook her head. Perhaps she could manage to get herself back on topic, hmm? What had been the topic anyway? Oh! Right, the Monarch—aka Vin because Shiloh refused to be respectful in her own head where no one could hear it—and his unspoken rule—that wasn’t really a rule because she knew he would never say such a thing—about people sneaking off. ”So, do you intend to break the rule, if it is a rule I mean?”[/b] she asked, amused. She liked asking questions, storing away the answers for later.[/blockquote] OOC: Omg I'm sorry she just goes off saying a million different random things -_- |
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Post by Anthony William Scott on Jan 24, 2013 17:54:17 GMT -5
What was there to say to her daring him to bite? If she was serious, then he would wait, press that advantage later. If she wasn’t, well, it wouldn’t be an issue in the end, now would it. All he had to do was bide his time, count the moments hanging in between what was happening now and what could be happening in the near future if the night ended with less than decorous behaviors on their part. He wasn’t about to let the opportunity to feel the curves that had been magnets to his eyes the whole night long. Yes, that would be the appropriate end, wouldn’t it? “Don’t tempt me,” he said, sotto voce.
Anthony filled his glass from the bottle that he was offered. Wine was good and bloody wine was bloody good, as he had learned in his youth. Chasing across the world with only a gun and a few other young companions, he’d sampled whatever it was that was considered a delicacy by the local humans and vampires. And after many calf brains and goat stomachs, he’d stumbled across blood wine as he wandered through Italy before the war. It was new, it was thrilling, and after watching the vamp who had first showed it to him gently insert the shunt into the arm of the human that the blood came from, he’d been a little entranced by the entire idea. Of course, a few decades later and he found himself here, rather unimpressed with the lack of ceremony that surrounded the bottle they were now sharing. Some common citadel pet was probably convinced to do it, as much a matter of survival as anything else and bled much drier than the pampered and adored young woman that had filled the first cup. He remembered that night vividly, from the wine to the end, the smells of sweat and ecstasy filling the small room that he spent the night sharing with his host’s prize. Of course, later on, a few hours before dawn, he’d been run off with pitchforks and torches, cursed at in Italian, and told never to return. But oh that night.
Food. What would life had been without it? Certainly easier at a few points, but in general, the world would have lost some color and some of its entertainment. From sitting around a campfire with his companions on safari, chasing down lions and elephants before doing so was illegal; to sitting around the table with his family, human and vampire, arguing over something and making sure that Daryll and Liz ate all of their vegetables (instead of the dogs eating them). He pondered what life would have been like without food. It would have been boring. “Tragedy indeed,” he said, chuckling softly. He couldn’t remember the last time someone had tried to tell him that vampires couldn’t eat normal food. His typical reaction had then been to eat something just to prove them wrong. Humans, well, they preferred to live with a few fantasies that made their life better. It made them secure to think that they would know who the vampire in their midst was because the individual wasn’t eating like everyone else. More likely, the people caught in that manner were suffering from an eating disorder, while the vampire was sitting next to the person doing the killing, filling his face as much as a human would be expected to.
At the question, Anthony smirked a little. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t thought about the evening ending or continuing in that manner. In fact, it was most likely his preferred manner of bringing a close to the course of events. There were few enough other satisfying ways that the evening could play out. “If the opportunity presents herself," he said, his eyes trained on hers. Even if he couldn’t eventually lead her off into some closet for a bit of forbidden fun, he was sure that there was someone in this room that he could. He wasn’t, after all, cursed in the departments of looks or status. Sometimes, that was all he needed to get what he wanted. But for the moment, those thoughts were locked away. What he wanted was the capable, fiery, strangely bird obsessed woman that was with him at the bar. That was all.
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Shiloh Ariette DeMarco
Onyx Vampire
The Informant
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Post by Shiloh Ariette DeMarco on Jan 26, 2013 15:51:54 GMT -5
”Oh but tempting is what I do so well” Shi easily returned to Anthony’s comment, a smirk lighting up those full red lips of hers. She was in quite the mood tonight and she blamed the atmosphere for that. Usually she tried to avoid getting in too deep with her fellow council members. Not that she couldn’t keep up the act of Ariette as easily as breathing, it was the one personality that was who she actually was. But she did have a little worry that getting too close meant coming too close to compromising her privacy.
But a little bit of fun at a ball, that was all in good fun. So she hushed that little voice and went on having it.
She grinned when he took the bottle from her to refill his own glass. Well good, it meant she didn’t have to bother flagging down the idiotic bartender. Who was busy dealing with other shit. Not that she didn’t think she could snag his attention, she was wearing what she was wearing for a reason after all, but she would rather keep enjoying her current conversation instead. It was much more entertaining to her, for reasons she had yet to peg down.
Shiloh took a long grateful sip of her bloodwine. She had never gone Crimson in all her long years and underneath her Onyx exterior she was an Azure but that didn’t stop her from being grateful for this amusing little mixture. She wasn’t surprise that someone had thought to combine alcohol and the blood that they needed to survive. But all the same, she was amused by it. It had come in handy when they had still been in hiding, the rich red of the wine hid the extra ingredient, letting Shiloh easily stay underground even during the beginning of the war when she had slipped among humans to hear what they had to say.
Did she feel guilt sometimes for betraying her former species? Possibly. But they had always been cruel to her growing up and she hadn’t been human for a very long time so that didn’t stick. She did root for the underdog, that was different. But she had to get her kicks somehow didn’t she? And she was a damn good spy so why not use what she was good at to get through the time? It made sense to her anyway.
It had also helped that she had been able to eat and humans had still held on to so many of their little myths in those days. She lamented about what a tragedy it would have been not to eat as she took a bite happily into her chocolate covered strawberry. It would have been. Anthony agreed with her with a chuckle and she grinned slightly, looking over at him once more with those amber eyes of hers that she had inherited from her mother, though her mothers were darker…hers had been lightened by her mixed heritage she guessed.
She couldn’t help but tilt her head slightly. Too much time with her birds perhaps, lead to the habit. She was often doing that, the head tilt. Anyway. She couldn’t help the momentary appreciation. Though, true to her spy nature she did her best to keep it to herself. What? She could appreciate a man in a suit, though that wasn’t ever the only factor with her. She just enjoyed this moment and moved on a bit. Okay, well true to her next question she didn’t actually move on.
She was asking for the sake of storing away the answer for future notice of course, whether or not he planned on breaking that unspoken rule. But of course there was a hidden selfish nature to the question. Originally Shiloh had just intended to use this conversation to pass the time until she could cause some real chaos, when people were a little bit inhibited by their liquor and the music got a bit more fast and furious. But why not have a bit of selfish fun a little bit earlier? She didn’t see why not. The earlier thought of not getting tangled too close to her fellow council member was a factor.
But Shiloh made a habit of not getting too close to those she slept with. She wasn’t the commitment sort, so that wasn’t really a factor.
So why not?
Her head tilted the other way for a moment, her hair slightly shifting from the confines of the style she had pinned it up into earlier that night. An oversight with her plans, but she had wanted to show off her bare and lightly tanned shoulders. She could do it back up after she had her fun anway, it was realitvely simple.
She smirked and took yet another little sip of her wine. ”Well I’m sure there are plenty of opportunities ready to fall into someone’s lap in this room tonight.” A soft laugh added in, she kept her eyes on his, a small shrug. She drained what remained of her glass and sat it down on the bar.”And if our exhaulted Monarch didn’t want people sneaking off, he shouldn’t have provided so many tempting dark corners to sneak off to here tonight.
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Post by Anthony William Scott on Feb 2, 2013 10:15:30 GMT -5
Anthony chuckled slightly as he took a drink of his wine. The attitude of this place mirrored so many of his younger years. The heady feeling of decadence as he helped his mentor get barrels of bootleg whiskey into the backdoors bordello that she ran. The feeling of victory parties after every war that he’d been involved in. It was all too bad that his wife hadn’t survived to see the end of this one. The fine frenzy following had rivalled the ticker-tape parades they’d gone to in New York when they got off the boat from England. It had been a good run of years that they’d been together, but then it came to an end, like everything had to. There wasn’t anything that he could do about it except keep on living.
But the past was the past and it was done, and the only thing to do was move on from it. And focusing on the fact that this evening was a gala event in the new world that had been created in the image of their miraculous species. There was nothing better than the realization that yes, the world really was theirs for the taking. It made everything just a little bit better, a little bit brighter, a little bit sweeter. There were more than enough things that could make the world reach those states, but the fact that vampires were in control, well, that was the real cherry on top, wasn’t it? There had been enough hiding and enough pretending to be human in his life that he was tired of it and had been more than ready to show himself when the war came.
He sipped his wine again, enjoying the simple pleasure that came with it. He did wonder sometimes what had happened in the aftermath of his inelegant exit from that home, but it was something that hadn’t really concerned him in the days directly following. No, he’d been young and followed his instincts, etc... to war. He hadn’t been anticipating getting involved in the effort, but it had happened and it turned out to be one of the more important things he’d ever done, given that at the end he was on a boat home with a wife and a future that looked considerably more fun than it had as he worked his way through the world. And all of that had put him here, with another glass of bloodwine in his hand. Strange how the fates twisted people on their fingers, wasn’t it?
“Not all opportunities are the same, nor do they present themselves equally,” he said with a slight wave of his wine glass towards her whole ensemble. He wasn’t past being a little bit subtle. He’d had it knocked into his head in his teens that unless a woman was being paid, he couldn’t go charge into the topic without a little grace and that it was preferred in all situations involving two people and certain possibilities. He chuckled, it was true that there did seem to be plenty of dark corners and closets to slip into for a break from the official festivities. “Perhaps we should investigate them, save his majesty the trouble,” he said as he finished his glass of wine.
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Shiloh Ariette DeMarco
Onyx Vampire
The Informant
played by reesa [/size][/i][/center]
Mistress of Disguise
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Post by Shiloh Ariette DeMarco on Feb 9, 2013 18:50:58 GMT -5
The whirling of the black white and red as those on the dance floor moved about in time to the classical music, it was entrancing in a way to the little succubus. Okay, well technically she was a vampire but often with her affinity she found herself feeling more like a succubus than a vampire. She supposed she was lucky it only affected her kiss though, if it affected sex in general that would put a damper in her love life, now wouldn’t it? Well, not love exactly. Shi had never been in love, nor did she ever intend on it. She thought love just put a hold on her fun, having to stick to one person forever and ever. And with how long they lived, it just seemed like ti would be so saddening to then go on without the other person if they should die. She would rather stick to her flings, her partners that she sometimes kept around longer than others. She enjoyed the way she ran. Besides, love meant secrets and there were some secrets Shi couldn’t allow herself to share with anyone.
Though, that just made her feel more like a succubus. Not good for her already far too large ego, she thought with a little laugh as she drained her drink. It was easy to get just as intoxicated on the attitude in this place as it was off the blood wine, and though Shiloh had a high limit for both things she found herself giving in a bit. And why not? Vampires were on top of the world, she was sided solidly with the man on top of those on top and life was seeming pretty good for once. She’d take advantage of that before the tides turned on her.
And she’d most certainly be happy to take advantage of the company she had with her. Not that taking advantage was truly the right way to put it, being that she was fairly certain, based on the current line of conversation, that it would most certainly not be taking advantage, but instead just having good fun. Which was why she had worn this damn dress to begin with! She nearly laughed again at that thought but instead managed to keep it contained in a smile. This was a good night. She could feel it.
He spoke, and waved his glass in her general direction and then she did indeed manage to laugh and shake her head. She wasn’t quite sure she got what he was getting at, but she was certain she got the general idea. She shook her head and sat her drained glass down on the bar beside her, done with that type of intoxication for the moment, she would be likely to go back to it soon enough. ”I’d drink to that if I had any more drink,” she answered, amusement clear in her voice as it ever was.
”I like to think this opportunity” she said, gesturing to her ensemble now herself, before continuring, ”Is very well presented indeed.” And she did. She quite enjoyed her dress even if she doubted she would wear it again, playing the part of the noble who could discard things once she was done with them. But she was happy to make it clear that she had “presented” herself as it were in this way on purpose. Not that she wasn’t fairly certain that she had done that in the first place, but she enjoyed this conversation.
She smirked at his reply, being that it was exactly the sort that she had been hoping for when she had spoke about the dark corners in the first place. She stepped away from the bar a little bit, back towards the masses of people and of course towards the dark and sheltered corners that she had already mentioned moments ago. Shi would be more than happy to help her fellow Council member—not that she was making it apparent that that was what she was—“help” out their Monarch by checking things out.
”Well, it would be my honor of course to help out the Monarch in this way” she said, overdoing it on purpose, being fakely proud and then she laughed before stepping more away, arching a brow in invitation to join her of course. ”Shall we?” she asked, feeling the need to accompany her actions with words while she still intended to do so. Shi had come here for the sole purpose of finding a scandal or two, inciting a few fires. But she saw nothing wrong with creating one or two herself first.
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Post by Anthony William Scott on Feb 13, 2013 16:41:50 GMT -5
Intoxication seemed to be one of the great impulsive things in his life. Whether it was the 1920’s search for the mode of intoxication to the more relevant and current search for intoxication by touch, it was truly an overbearing urge. He’d been the subject of this very urges whims many times in his life, more often in this, the latter end, as he tried to purge from memory the feeling of everything being ripped away until he had been so drowned in flesh and wine and whiskey that he could no longer think. Indeed, he’d lost something that had kept him grounded with the humans during that age and had remembered that what it was that made him different was what made him strong and gave him the strength to do exactly what he pleased. And by all gods---living, dead, and imaginary---he was going to do exactly that this evening.
He smirked. “Drinking isn’t the only pleasure, you know, there are far more things which fall under the categories of ‘fun’ or ‘pleasurable,’” he said. In fact, there were few things better than some of the so-called deadly sins. Being a gluttonous fool could at times be the best way to experience food. Pride truly was no sin, it was only self confidence, something anyone must have to function in the world. Envy encouraged an individual to become more than they were to become something better. Greed meant being set for life. Sloth was just relaxation taken too far. Wrath was a perfectly natural reaction in a world as full of chaos and uncertainties as this one. And lust, well, lust was simply fun, wasn’t it? Indulging that seventh sin meant seeing that every Christian sect had been, for the term of its influence, trying to take the fun out of life and make people into sheep (or, should you happen to be a vampire, a sun-burnt husk).
He’d never been uncertain that she had dressed exactly this way to elicit exactly this reaction from someone. Had he been on the outside, he surely would have snickered under his breath at the poor man who got himself wrapped up in her clutches. Now, as the prey in her little game of gowns, he understood why women did what they did when it came to attracting men: it worked. True, this had been a lesson he’d been learning his whole life, but there were moments came to be clear. His wife had never, outside of their time in London, been a particularly provocative woman. And now he was somewhat under the thrall of one of the best known provacatuers in the city. It only went to show how things changed and how situations meant the world.
Following an impulse that could only be described as teenage, he grabbed the bottle of wine in the moment before he left the bar to follow her to some secluded space outside the music and the color that seemed to define this night. “We shall,” he said, catching up to her. The game was afoot, had been for a while now. But these, the final few maneuvers would put a seal on the deal that had already been made. There was some satisfaction in that, knowing what the ending was even if the precise path had yet to be defined.
He used his empty hand to start guiding her through the crowd. There were some things that she should be able to do as a woman, one of them being walk backwards in heels following the lead of a man. Wasn’t the technical name for that set of actions dancing or something? He kept his eyes locked on hers. From the outside, it was easy to see the lusty, predatory look that he had. This was a chase, a hunt, and it would end with his achieving the end in mind, hunts always did.
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Shiloh Ariette DeMarco
Onyx Vampire
The Informant
played by reesa [/size][/i][/center]
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Post by Shiloh Ariette DeMarco on Feb 16, 2013 23:23:09 GMT -5
It almost was funny to Shiloh how what had started off as her trying to entertain herself with someone who’s company she quite enjoyed while she wanted for the night to heat up turned into her quite enjoying herself to the point that she had stopped thinking about the entertainment she would have when the night got farther and farther along. Oh, she still entirely intended to get her Informant related fun, her scandals and her blackmail, before the night was through. But now she was more than a little bit distracted by her own, much more physical, fun.
She did so adore her scandal, however. She fully intended to get into those later. But what was so wrong with creating one or two of her own? She had dressed in order to do just that, after all. Which she had made perfectly clear over the course of this conversation, and from the start of her entrance to this damn ball in the first place. What was the fun of stepping out as Ariette if she didn’t get her scandals in? It was the only personality where she bothered to hobnob with the elite. And get up close and personal with the stories she heard.
He spoke, and she couldn’t help but smirk and nod, agreeing with him even if it had been brought up by her own comment. ”I find that I whole heartedly agree with you,” she said, with a nod as well, though she absently fiddled with the stem of the glass that she had set down. She wasn’t actually looking at it as she fiddled, which she supposed was a bad thing being that she could drop it, but she found her conversation with Anthony to be far more interesting, so if she dropped it oh well. She didn’t much care.
Being that most of Shi’s fun came from keeping an entirely level head and twisting people’s worlds upside down with her scandal and those things that she could manage to learn, she most certainly agreed. Mostly, Shi made a game out of knowing secrets and making sure that she used them to her advantage, making sure that she herself was safe and so was the Monarch, but also there was a second element of messing with anyone’s head that she could. She was over two hundred years old, after all, she had to get her entertainment somehow.
But ah, how she was getting her entertainment tonight. She had walked away from the bar they were currently having their conversation at in order to head, backwards might she add, in the direction of one of the afore mentioned dark areas, some even curtained off so it was obvious what they were there for. Despite her claims before of teasingly saying the Monarch didn’t want them sneaking off-which she was entirely certain was a lie but had been amused to say it anyway. And now they were heading over there to check out said dark corners, for purely the sake of investigation of course.
The idea made her laugh. Investigation her ass.
He caught up to her as she walked backwards towards the dark corners and she smirked when she saw he had grabbed the bottle of wine. Well than, that would just make it a bit more fun, wouldn’t it? She didn’t see why not. She nearly laughed but instead kept a cork on that influence, even as it mingled with other emotions in her eyes. She was excited and amused, but most of all enticed. Of course she was enticed.
He lead her through the crowd and though she didn’t make a habit of wearing heels, she wore them often enough that she was able to make her way backwards without falling on her ass. Besides, it was almost like dancing in a way, which made it more entertaining, made it easier. She was smirking, obviously, as she kept her eyes locked on his, ready to get down to what their conversation had been leading towards. And there was obviously no way to deny that that was where they were heading, not with the current movements. ”Well, lead the way” [/b] she said, just loud enough to be heard over the music. She knew where these little alcoves were, of course, but she was going backwards, and she had no intentions of moving her attention, or taking her eyes off their current target. [/blockquote] |
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