Post by Seraphina Amare Morte'Poratore on Sept 7, 2015 0:37:50 GMT -5
"Ehi, attento a dove andate" Gwen shouted at the young neanderthal that had almost bumped into her; it'd been so long since she'd walked the streets of the beautiful city of canals. Many came here to celebrate honeymoons or other romantic milestones. At one point Gwen had dreamed of being one of them, drifting down the canals in a gondola; wrapped in the embrace of the one she loved. However her last visit had earned her the Name of Gwen the Ripper after she'd ripped the heart of a handsy police captain. The thought brought a faint smile to her face.
As she continued her stroll Gwen looked at the old weathered stones beneath her heels eventually turned into solid concrete. Gwen had always thought the older parts of the city were more beautiful. she was going to continue back the way she came until the sounds of cheering caught her attention. The hooting and hollering was emitting from a bar just ahead of her. "Why not" she grinned. Stepping into the door Linette could smell the booze that had been spilled on the floor and a more intoxicating aroma.
It seemed that two "macho men" were fighting over a game of pool or something one of them had a cut over his right eye and a bleeding lip. With a solid right hook the jaw scar's opponent fell to the ground with an ungraceful thud. Everyone in the bar shouted and cheered and began to rush the victor; giving him pats on the back and high fives. " How dare they have all the fun" Gwen muttered in discontent. Weaving through the crowd Gwen approached the young man. He seemed american based upon his accent. Most around here would find his sandy brown hair and deep blue eyes mesmerizing .
"Do always take so long to win a fight?" Gwen remarked. "Only if there's a beautiful girl to show off for" he shot back. This is going to be to easy she thought to her self. brushing a few strands of her Amethyst hair out of her eye Gwen steeped forward placing her right hand on his shoulder. She leaned in closer " Well maybe you can show me some of your moves later" she whispered into his ear.
It took but a second for him to begin kissing her and the remnants of the crowd began to cheer again. The blood on his lips was intoxicating but it wasn't enough to send Gwen into a frenzy. Extending her fangs Gwen playfully bit into the strangers lip; releasing her own intoxicating venom into his system. She could of probably gotten him to do want she wanted to with out biting him, but it was more fun this way and took less work. Pulling away from the kiss she could see the glossed over look in his eyes and she knew he was hers. "Follow me big guy" she piratically giggled. As she strutted out of the bar he stumbled after like a lost puppy.
It didn't take long for them to reach a secluded alley away from the main street. Gwen did a double take to make sure no one would disturb her. "Your just a big dumb american who likes her hurting people huh?" she teased him like a mother talking to a child. "Fighting is fun" he slurred attempting to kiss Gwen only to be met with a hand to his throat. Hoisting him off the ground Gwen pushed him into the wall of the alley. " unfortunately you won......" she trailed off and stepped closer to him. whispering into his ear again "You won't win this fight big boy" Sinking her fangs in Gwen began to enjoy the crimson Ambrosia that flowed through his veins. She greedily drank until there was not a drop left to take.
"Gwen the ripper has struck again" she giggles while making her self presentable again.
Cassidy has a very expressive face. When she's not laughing her ass off, or frowning up a storm, she's usually still got a cocky smile on her lips. Her nails are always painted something whacky or just black. Her ears have a few piercings, and her nose looks like it may have been broken before.
Post by Cassidy Fox on Sept 7, 2015 14:17:10 GMT -5
“Lousy goddamned stupid trip,” Cassidy mumbled to herself. It was her first time out of America, and she certainly was not loving it. Venice was a shitty place, in her opinion. It was probably once beautiful; but now ads hung even from the famous bridges, people almost hit you in their Fiat or Vespa at least six times a day, and there were a lot of dirty scamming Italians about trying to prey on tourists. Why bother leaving New York?
Cassidy was certainly regretting her decision. She’d saved up quite a bit, and hadn’t needed any materials she couldn’t get as of late. Life in the underground was starting to go pretty swell, and ‘Fox’ was now a name people knew, which meant that Fox was getting some dough. Plus, one of her recent clients had been bragging about all the places she had been, and how America was so dull and blah, blah blah. Well, Cassidy hated to admit it, and she’d never say it out loud, but she had been jealous. So instead of using her hard earned money on making a bigger name for herself, she grabbed some cheap last minute tickets to Italy. Specifically, Venice. And Gods Above did she hate it so far.
Cassidy sighed to herself. Maybe she’d be able to make some international contacts. She highly fucking doubted it, but it was a possibility.
Or… maybe she’d just go to a bar. That was her usual backup plan. Plus, she didn’t even need to use a fake I.D here. The goddamned States needed to loosen up a bit about that, in her opinion, but it hadn’t stopped her anyways.
Cassidy took a pack of cigarettes from her pocket, and began smoking one. She hated it, it was a lousy habit even for her, but she simply never felt like dealing with the withdrawal. After lighting it, the young woman began simply browsing the streets, looking for an interesting shop or pub fight.
Post by Seraphina Amare Morte'Poratore on Sept 7, 2015 17:17:27 GMT -5
Gwen sighed: there were few things that made her feel this content and feeding was one of them. She could feel the warmth spreading out into her fingertips and toes. The sensation was Euphoric. Ripping the sleeve from his blood stain shirt Gwen wiped her mouth of the remaining blood; she had managed to keep her Marc Jacobs silk skirt and blouse blood free. It was one of her favorite; the purple designs on the skirt matched her hair.
Gwen couldn't remain here much longer, the bait was set and now all she had to do was wait. "Grazie per il pasto. Dormi bene" she said kissing the corpse on the cheek with a mischievous grin. If her plan worked like she knew it would. It would only be a matter of time before the Rossi family would begin their hunt for her. Yes she'd risked exposure but it was time for the Rossis to pay for double crossing her sister. Yes Eve had said not to act against them, that idea sucked, so Gwen made her own.
Returning the way she came Gwen scanned all that she passed; trying to catch a glimpse of any potential pursuers, but they're didn't appear to be any. Gwen turned the corner and smacked foreheads with someone leaving both of them on the ground . "che cosa l'inferno, cazzo, Guarda dove" Gwen began to rant as she looked up to see the idiot who'd ran into her, even though she was probably the one at fault. The sight that greeted her was a hairdo that was even more interesting than hers; granted hers was "natural". The young girl with white and pink hair didn't seem to thrilled at being run int either.
Cassidy has a very expressive face. When she's not laughing her ass off, or frowning up a storm, she's usually still got a cocky smile on her lips. Her nails are always painted something whacky or just black. Her ears have a few piercings, and her nose looks like it may have been broken before.
Post by Cassidy Fox on Sept 7, 2015 19:43:03 GMT -5
Cassidy began humming along to a song in her head, and decided that instead of looking crazy, she would turn on her phone and listen to real music instead. Then again, a few people had told Cassidy that what she listened to wasn’t real music. Especially old people. God damn snooty old people were so full of themselves sometimes, thinking what they like is best.
So she pulled her phone out of her pocket, and plugged some earbuds into her… well her ears of course. She began listening to whatever song she’d left off on, and continued walking down the streets, smoking her cigarette.
She turned around the corner and – wham. Some crazy ass Italian came charging into her. Cassidy lost her cigarette, and one of her earbuds popped out of her ear and dangled like it had been hung like a dead pirate. A warning to all other earbuds.
Some gibberish was thrown at Cassidy, and she was pissed. “I sure as hell don’t fucking speak your bollocks, bitchy, bullshit, batcrazy language lady, and you fuckidy made me drop my fucking cigarette! So don’t you fucking bitch at me you motherfucking wop.”
Cassidy was a bit impressed she’d managed to remember a swear word that was derogatory to Italians, but that wasn’t the point. She got up, and crushed the embers of her cigarette under her foot. Then she actually looked at the woman and instantly regretted calling her a wop. She was sexy, with brighter hair than her own. And damned fiiiiine curves. Cassidy took the pack of cigarettes and lit another, before offering one to the Italian hottie.
“Look, how about ya make it up to me by buying me a drink, ok? The name’s Fox, by the way.”
Post by Apollo Lion on Sept 7, 2015 20:51:10 GMT -5
Strange killings were performed in the city of Venice, some that could not be explained by the mundane. Obviously, this was a calling for Apollo kherut Lion, and his trusty sidekick Bayla.
*Who are you calling Sidekick?* Bayla telepathically communicated to Apollo with a bit of an attitude.
Apollo sighed. *Fiiiiine. Partner….*
Bayla shook her head. *More like, owner.*
Apollo rolled his eyes. They were spending most of their times in bars now, and both were beginning to get a little tired of each other. The ones who were killed were mostly men, all lying near a bar where they were last seen. Obviously, the person who was killing was a woman, or a homosexual male.
The murdered were mostly drained of their blood, meaning that the killers were vampires. If a trend was beginning to occur, then the more Apollo and Bayla spent in bars, the better chance they had for finding the blood thirsty vampire. The downside to this was that the longer they spent in a bar, the more grumpier they became. For Apollo, there were too many mean people trying to take advantage of his innocent appearance; for Bayla, the smells in a bar were too much for her nose to handle. Both had been doing this for a week, and both were ready to leave this job altogether.
Some fools faught in the bar a moment ago. Then, a woman came, and collected the winner of the fight, after first kissing him. This reminded Apollo of how an animal would fight in order to mate with a female. He became a little sad after realizing that he would probably suck in that world.
Bayla noticed something odd about the interaction between the winning male and the pink haired female, then ordered Apollo to follow them both, arguing that this woman was their target. Bayla transformed herself into a bird, then soared among the town buildings, keeping an eye out for the woman while Apollo trailed them from behind. The draconian hid inside the shadows while the woman dragged her man to an alley. Then it happened. The female sucked the man’s blood dry, leaving him nothing but an empty shell. Apollo watched in horror, and felt a little scared to do anything.
*He was doomed from the start* Bayla told him while she watched from the top of a near building. *Vampire bites are addicting. Even if we tried to stop it, he would probably go out looking for her again.*
Apollo shook with fear. This vampire was definitely bad, and he would definitely need to kill it now that it proved that it was evil; however, how?
The vampire left the alley, and Apollo followed, waiting for his chance to strike. Then… That’s when the vampire bumped into another woman. Rebounding, the other woman said, “I sure as hell don’t fucking speak your bollocks, bitchy, bullshit, batcrazy language lady, and you fuckidy made me drop my fucking cigarette! So don’t you fucking bitch at me you motherfucking wop.”
The boy shook in his boots fiercely now. He was beginning to sweat more water than the Nile river. This new woman was everything he feared, hot tempered with female genitals. She, along with a vampire who loved to suck the blood from men, meant instant death for Apollo. He wasn’t going to die like this young, so he began to slowly walk away.
*APOLLO! GET YOUR ASS BACK IN THERE NOW!* Bayla yelled inside his mind. Her voice was so loud that he was given a huge migraine.
*But-* he tried to argue back, but Bayla was not willing to listen.
*DON’T LET TWO STREET WHORES PREVENT YOU FROM DOING YOUR JOB! KILL! HER!*
Apollo sighed. Then turned around to make his presence known to the two women. He leaned against a building, arms folded, a relaxed and confident smile on his face, and said “I-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-if…..” He paused, then cleared his throat. “I-i’ll p-p-pay for you?”
Post by Seraphina Amare Morte'Poratore on Sept 7, 2015 21:26:56 GMT -5
Gwen was still extremely annoyed with the young girl that had gotten in her way, but she didn't let it show through.Even though it was her fault for turning the corner with out looking. Looking her over more closely Gwen realized that she was kind of cute in a punk kinda way. Her white and pink hair contrasted with here glistening blue eyes and that's when Gwen saw it. The look of lust was dancing in the back of her eyes; she'd seen that look fade into oblivion thousands of times. This just brought a smile to her face.
Flashing her smile at the young Girl Gwen layed on her Italian accent very thick " Ummmm, I no smoke. Bad for you;It'z nice to meet you Fox" she said twirling her hair around with one finger; never breaking eye contact with the youngster. She was just about to motion towards the bar for them to grab a drink when a voice said.“I-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-if…..”
Gwen turned to see a young boy about the same age as the girl in front of her lean up against a wall. He seemed to young to be traveling the city at night, certainly not by himself. Despite his calm demure Gwen could see his fear and smell it too; what came next floored her and brought her temper to the surface. “I-i’ll p-p-pay for you?”
"Tu ragazzo stupido, io non sono puttane. il nervo di voi americani pomposo." she shouted and then smacked the boy with enough force to slam his head into the wall.. It took an immense amount of will power not to murder the boy on the spot; he was lucky there were people around. She looked to the girl expecting a similar response.
Translation of what she said to Apollo "You stupid boy, i am not whore. the nerve of you pompous Americans."
Cassidy has a very expressive face. When she's not laughing her ass off, or frowning up a storm, she's usually still got a cocky smile on her lips. Her nails are always painted something whacky or just black. Her ears have a few piercings, and her nose looks like it may have been broken before.
Post by Cassidy Fox on Sept 8, 2015 15:46:06 GMT -5
Cassidy seemed to have made an alright impression with the purple-haired Italian, despite having said some pretty offensive things only moments earlier. The women had, on further inspection, eyes to match her hair. Cassidy automatically thought they were contacts, unaware of the fact violet even could be a true eye colour. She denied the cigarette, so Cassidy shook it back into the pack, before closing the lid and sliding it back into her pocket.
“So, should I just call you bella or do you have a name?” Cassidy asked, her fingers waving a bit, letting the smoke drift away on a breeze. However, before the lovely lady could reply, another stuttering voice interrupted them. Cassidy felt annoyed at the sudden intrusion, but laughter helped cure her mood when her new ‘friend’ smacked the boy around. She was feisty, and Cassidy certainly liked that. It would make later all the more interesting.
“You know, I’m standing right here.” Cassidy replied to the American bit, taking a drag from her cigarette. “But I think this idiotic boy was offering to pay for our drinks. Of course, he still fuckidy fucking well deserved that slap for god damned eavesdropping and shitty interrupting.”
She finished with a bit of a sneer, but still had a smile on her face. Stupid boys amused her, and it was always fun to get a few free drinks out of them and teasing them before rejecting them. “I say let him. A few more free drinks would be nice, but you might regret it kid when we drink you dry.”
Post by Apollo Lion on Sept 8, 2015 20:40:57 GMT -5
"Tu ragazzo stupido, io non sono puttane. il nervo di voi americani pomposo,” the woman with pink hair suddenly shouted at Apollo. He was too busy trying to understand her language to see the woman’s hand flying straight for his cheek. By the time he noticed, it was already too late.
At the power of the slap, Apollo was sent momentarily into the air. His neck twisted first, then his body followed. He didn’t know how, but he did a full 360 turn before hitting the back wall. At a loss for words, Apollo nursed his mouth as the pink haired woman continued."You stupid boy, i am not whore. the nerve of you pompous Americans.”
Apollo wasn’t even American. The boy was half German- half Persian, but when he found himself nursing the wound of a vampire bitch slap, he didn’t really care to correct said vampire about the facts. The other woman with short silver hair was maybe of some good use. She at least understood what Apollo meant. However, even the boy was questioning if she really need to use so much curse words in her speech. It was as though she had created a different version of the English language entirely! These were the people Apollo would spend the rest of his time with…? He wondered if it was too late to sneak away and snipe the woman at a very far distance.
“I say let him,” the woman with the short strange hair said to the vampire woman with the long strange hair. “A few more free drinks would be nice, but you might regret it kid when we drink you dry.”
Apollo let out a depressing sigh while also fighting back the tears. Of course I will, he thought. I regret even meeting you two today.
Eve had specifically told her dear sister not to pick fights with the Rossi family, so naturally she knew that was exactly what Gwen was planning to do. When she noticed that her sister was heading out naturally Eve was to find out where she was going. She had a feeling this was going to be a long night.
Outside this grungy looking bar is where she found her younger sister. But she also wasn't alone. There was a tough looking young girl, and a nervous boy in her company. It was pretty clear that the boy was disliked because Gwen raised her hand and smacked the kid right in the head. Eve didn't show any kind of reaction to her sister's actions. The tall woman casually walked over towards the small group, first stopping at the young male. She was about the same height as him, but the 3in designer heels she wore made her taller. Eve was looking down and straight into Apollo's eyes with an emotionless gaze. "Are you alright?" she spoke in a thick Italian accent. Eve had no intention of bullying weaker creatures. Besides, it wasn't entertaining for her unless her prey was strong. Most humans were no match for her. "I see you've met my sister."
When the timing was right she'd have to talk to Gwen in private about business matters, but for now it seemed they'd be going inside the bar. Eve was going to follow them.
Post by Benjamin Locke on Sept 8, 2015 23:36:41 GMT -5
“Ben had decided to, on a wild impulse, make the trip to Venice. Sure, his decision was based on a whim and he didn’t really know what he was going to do once he arrived in Italy but it’s not like he had anything better to do.“
“Ok, so he was supposed to be working or whatever but the young man had decided an impromptu vacation would be in the best interest of everyone. Well, it was in Ben's best interest, anyways.“
“Truth be told, Ben didn’t care about the interests of the firm who’d been unfortunate enough to hire him. He found it’s gloomy, cubicle ridden environment to be stifling. Ya know? I mean, how can one resist the allure of travel when one instant you’re here, and the next you’re across the world!”
The young man grinned. “But now I’m rambling. I didn’t mean to become a bother, pal.” Ben patted the other man on his lower back in a friendly manner, causing him to swing back and forth a bit.
“I should be going,” Locke said, almost apologetically as he buttoned his dark jeans and began to tie his shoes. Once fully dressed, tshirt and all, Ben checked his reflection to make sure everything was in order. It just wouldn’t do for him to go walking about with his cheekbones out of place again. His kinky black hair was neatly cropped and his tan skin was free of blemishes. All was as it should be.
After making his way out of the building, Locke began to walk the streets fully expecting to stumble upon some mischief. And if he didn’t, well, then the young man would just have to create some. Luckily it wasn't long before Locke came upon a scene wherein a woman was beating on young man in front of another woman. A sex thing, he was almost sure of it.
The young man took up a comfortable position in a lawn chair on a nearby rooftop after ‘porting to the store for a bag of gummy bears. Shortly after he began snacking, a third woman appeared! This was roughly about the time he recognized the other young man as apple, the feisty young chap he’d met not too long ago somewhere far colder on a shrimp boat. Well, it wasn't exactly a shrimp boat. It wasn't made of shrimp or anything, obviously, but neither was it a used for capturing shrimp. Ben himself wasn't entirely sure what the purpose of that particular vessel was, not having been a legitimate captain, but rather he'd been impersonating the real captain who was probably rotting in a barrel of pickles somewhere. It wouldn't do to misunderstand, Ben didn't put him there. The ole captain sure had liked his liquor, corn husking, and, of course, gambling with the lives of small children. He would literally buy children, bet their lives in a poker game, and often lose. You see, the ole cap'n just wasn't a very good poker player. He didn't know the rules and was usually drunk. Alcohol has a tendency to impair one's judgment and the cap'n's was questionable, at best, even when he was sober. Which was never, naturally. Ben suspected the old man would've succumbed to liver complications sooner or later. The old codger just didn't care of himself. Probably hadn't been to the doctor in years and he'd somehow managed to survive off of fermented fish and alcohol. That just couldn't have been good to him. Digestive wise, his bowel movements must have been something straight out of a nightmare. Anyways, Apollo knew him as the surly old ship captain Flint so some initial confusion would not surprise Locke.
Ben was approached from the ground, having teleported to a nearby location that was just out of their sight, waving at Apollo, the package of gummy bears in his other hand. The kid looked like he could use some help. He'd clearly bitten off more than he could afford to chew. Also, Ben was bored with watching. He grew bored easily.
“Yo! Apollo!” He called out to the other young man, smiling. “Funny meeting you here, man. In Venice, of all places. How’s things?”
“Also, you’re a tad more ambitious than I remember. Are you seriously trying to solicit sex from not one, but multiple women?”
Last Edit: Sept 10, 2015 19:22:41 GMT -5 by Benjamin Locke
Post by Seraphina Amare Morte'Poratore on Sept 11, 2015 0:36:50 GMT -5
“But I think this idiotic boy was offering to pay for our drinks. Of course, he still fuckidy fucking well deserved that slap for god damned eavesdropping and shitty interrupting.” Despite the young neanderthal's true intentions being unveiled; Gwen was still livid by the thought of him ease dropping on their conversation, and it also made her question just how long had this kid been following her. Brushing a few strands of hair from her eyes see studied the young boy closely attempting to spot anything to give a clue to his true intentions. He didn't seem like a business man, and certainly didn't dress like one. College student; maybe..... ?
It was then that she heard the distinct clicking of a certain pair of designer heels approaching. This made Gwen groan inside; she'd hoped to have at least a few more hours before her sister came to spoil all of her fun. She could hear the lectures in her head already " Picking on weaker beings is beneath you, i told you not to Mess with the Rossis... yada yada, blah blah , etc...." Gwen loved her sister, but recently she just seemed to tamed for her liking. Ada seemed preoccupied checking on the young man and Gwen could only smirk at the hand print left on his cheek.
“I say let him. A few more free drinks would be nice, but you might regret it kid when we drink you dry.” Fox chimed in, and Gwen hand to clench her jaw tight not to burst out in a fit of giggling. If only she knew how accurate that statement could be. Then again the night was still young and Gwen could go for desert. What was one more body in some back alley to the police.
With a short glance Gwen could tell that Ada wanted to talk soon. Wether it was a could or bad talk she was still uncertain " If we're going to drink. We should go to one of the clubs further down the street; i know the bartender there very well" Gwen spoke maintaining her thick Italian accent, this would give her and Ada a chance to talk; while keeping there guests distracted.
“Yo! Apollo!” train of thought broken Gwen turned in the direction of the shout; to see who was calling. It was another young man with dark curly and tan skin; he appeared to be munching on a bag of gummy bears. “Funny meeting you here, man. In Venice, of all places. How’s things?” So the two seemed to be fairly good friends as far as Gwen could make out. It was his next statement that pushed Gwen over the edge “Also, you’re a tad more ambitious than I remember. Are you seriously trying to solicit sex from not one, but multiple women?”
"What the fuck" ran through Gwen's mind. Did she really look like some cheap whore, and to make matters worse he'd included her sister in the comment. As the stranger grew closer in range; Gwen balled her fist and through a right hook straight for his jaw.
Cassidy has a very expressive face. When she's not laughing her ass off, or frowning up a storm, she's usually still got a cocky smile on her lips. Her nails are always painted something whacky or just black. Her ears have a few piercings, and her nose looks like it may have been broken before.
Post by Cassidy Fox on Sept 12, 2015 13:41:10 GMT -5
Well, the boy didn’t say he’d still buy them drinks. But he also didn’t say he wouldn’t buy them drinks. He seemed a bit too scared to talk, but Cassidy took that as a good sign. If he was scared, he’d probably be too afraid to deny them anything.
However, the little commotion seemed to attract another Italian woman, who came to see if the boy was alright. Then she told them she was Cassidy’s lovely friend’s sister. Well, that was a complex way to describe a relationship. If only she knew everyone’s names.
Cassidy looked the newcomer up and down, and liked what she saw. The two girls definitely looked alike, although where the younger one was feisty and bold, the elder seemed elegant. Maybe Cassidy would get lucky and bring both sisters to bed. That would certainly be a very good night.
However, interruption came yet again, this time as a friend of the boy who’d been smacked. He called him Apollo, like the spaceship, or the Greek God. If this boy was a Greek God than Cassidy was the Virgin Mary with eight arms and lazerbeam eyes. The new newcomer seemed to make the same mistake as Apollo did, although he clearly called the ladies hookers, while for Apollo it had been miscommunication. Cassidy took another drag from her cigarette and let the younger sister do the work, as she was quite impulsive. As if on que, the lavender haired girl swung a punch at Apollo’s buddy.
Post by Apollo Lion on Sept 18, 2015 0:24:59 GMT -5
It was odd, how little it took for women to make Apollo sweat. Even when a woman just stared at him, it would be like he was creating waterfalls from his body.
That's the way things were when a very tall and blank staring woman beamed her eyes into his. "Are you alright?" She asked with an indifferent Italian accent. However, Apollo couldn't answer her back; for he was anything more than alright. He had one woman slap him, one woman curse him, and now another woman stare at him. however, out of all of the women he just met this day, the one that just at him worried him the most.
"I-i-i-i-i-i..." He tried to let out, but failed once again. Just sweating profusely, so much that he was wondering if this was becoming a defense mechanism of his.
Luckily for Apollo, a boy interrupted their talk that was going no where. “Yo! Apollo!” The boy said, greeting the draconian as though they knew each other. However, Apollo knew nothing about this boy, only that he was beginning to give off an untrustworthy vibe. Apollo didn't have this familiar feeling since he met that odd captain in Greenland. That event was incredibly bad, Apollo wondered how this one would develop. “Funny meeting you here, man. In Venice, of all places. How’s things?”
Apollo froze. Too many bad things have happened to him already, he didn't know where this one was leading. He feared that if he said something, ANYTHING, he would have three angry women on his ass at the exact second. Unluckily for Apollo, he apparently didn't need to say anything for bad things to happen.
“Also, you’re a tad more ambitious than I remember. Are you seriously trying to solicit sex from not one, but multiple women?” The boy said. Automatically, the draconian shook in more fear than he had before. The 'friend' of Apollo's just claimed that Apollo was soliciting sex, FROM THESE WOMEN. If that wasn't enough for the pink haired girl to give Apollo more than a slap, Apollo didn't know what would be. Out of instinct, Apollo closed his eyes and braced for the worst attack of his life.
The Vampyre waited for a reply from the young Apollo, but it appeared she wouldn't be getting one. He was clearly making an attempt but being smacked around by Gwen and towered over by herself probably wasn't helping. She placed a hand on his shoulder gently before backing away from the boy a few steps to allow him to calm down.
Having a second person show up out of nowhere made Eve wonder if they were not there by chance, if somehow Gwen had done something to get their attention. Even the girl could be involved. Glancing around at the three strangers, none seemed to be much of a threat at this time. Still, she would keep an eye out. Worst case if they were here for trouble, human necks were quite easy to snap.
She looked back down to Apollo, who was now shaking like a leaf and looked like an abused housewife after the newcomers comments of sexual encounters. Eve looked over to the one that spoke and noticed Gwen about to make a swing at him too. She loved her sister. Eve would have to wait until these kids calmed down before she could introduce herself to Gwen's lovely friend. For now she looked over and gave her a slight smile.
Gwen suggested they go down the road to their club instead of this disgusting one. "Splendid idea." That would give them a chance to speak in private, and also be served much better drinks. And after this mess Eve was really going to want a drink.
Post by Benjamin Locke on Sept 22, 2015 13:35:09 GMT -5
So, Ben was confused. The handsy one had taken a swing at him! But why? The first thought that came to his head was that she'd attacked him because he'd confessed to know Apollo, the kid she'd just slapped a moment ago. It didn't seem like the most rational thing to do, but Locke had come to realize that people weren't always super rational.
It's not like he called them hookers or anything. Ben had said that apple was trying to solicit sex from them. If he'd wanted to imply they were hookers, the young man would've said they were the ones soliciting.
Perhaps something had gotten lost in translation? They were in Italy, after all. Their understanding of the english language might not be too good. All the young man knew was the assault upon his person pricked his temper. Luckily, Ben's temper just so happened to be the laziest such thing ever. It merely rolled over and continued to sleep.
Oh? He hadn't dodged yet? Better get to that part, then.
To someone like the young man, who'd already witnessed purple's assault against his associate, the hook was a given the moment he'd noticed her turn towards him and lift her arms. Arm? It didn't matter. Ben was a goofball. He wasn't an incompetent idiot. So he dropped his gummy bears.
"Oh no!" Locke cried out as he began to duck to retrieve his candy, just as the punch was thrown. This was a clever attempt to disguise his dodging of the hook by making him look clumsy and lucky. Afterwards, he would stand back up, holding the candy, eyes wide with fright as if he'd just realized that someone had tried to hurt him.
"Why are you trying to hurt me!?" The young man would ask, taking a few steps back. Throughout all this acting, Ben prepared himself to teleport. Ya know. Just in case shit got real.