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Post by Shehrazad on Mar 6, 2006 20:53:48 GMT 1
Gret kisses him back and nods her head.
"You're too cute, you know that?" her eyes dance over Ezequial's body quickly. "Whatever you want, baby. I'm game for anything." She giggles and looks around as he does, and looks back at him quickly. "Looking for something baby? There are no mortals down here, not yet anyways." She pushes off you playfully and slaps his ass. She plumps down on a couch that is aged it was quite apparent in that, and crosses her arms over her chest. "You must be tired...Come sit baby. I won't bite ya." She giggles.
(OOC, you see no alarms of any sort, no weapons laying about anywhere either.)
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Post by ezequiel on Mar 7, 2006 6:38:36 GMT 1
"Oh, no! Looking for nothing... just watching your place. It is quite dusty, but it is nice and comfortable. You may want to bring some nice furnitures here. I would look gorgeous for some photos, you know? You could be my model, Gret." He said caressing her cheek, the small wound on his hand, bleeding almost imperceptibly, leaving a small mark on her cheek. "You would look great!"
"So you say no mortals in the vicinity, eh? We are all alone then..." He said the last words in a hiss, his eyes as those of a feral animal, he licked the small mark of blood he made by mistake on Gret´s cheek. It was so sweet. He felt the Beast inside revolting in a mixture of pleasure and pain but he was still cool-hearted enough to overcome it.
"We should go to bed, Gret, or I will not respond for my acts. It is almost dawning anyway".
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Post by Shehrazad on Mar 12, 2006 1:30:55 GMT 1
Gret looks around her place and shrugs. A model? Maybe, she never thought of the possibilities. She rather liked living how she was for now and the last 20 years or so. She looks at him and grabs his arm, wrapping it in with hers.
"You're right dawn will be here in about 2 hours give or take. So, why don't you take that bed over there, and I'll take the couch. Least I can do for someone who's traveled so far and must be so tired." She points to a bed that is wooden and has obviously seen better days. She heads over to the couch and sinks down on it, kicking her feet up ever so swiftly.
"You know if this arrangement is too horrid I can make it to fit you better. What is it your used to sleeping in? A mansion, hostel, or?" She trails off and looks at the bed, it slowly becomes something far more appealing. A gold headboard and footboard with dark purple sheets and bedspread twimed with gold appears to Ezequial.
"Is that more better baby?" She rolls her eyes a bit, but laughs softly.
(OOC Chimestry level 2)
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Post by ezequiel on Mar 13, 2006 8:03:19 GMT 1
"..." Ezequiel was impressed, and frightened... but it was lovely non-the-less! "Gold and purple! So lovely combination! Amazing! So good taste Just as my Queen Sofia in his palace in Madrid. Yes. I remember her rooms. So finely crafted gold. Even in the dark, this golden marvel shines as the brightest star. And the sheets! Silk, it has to be Chinese silk. Yes, Chinese and of the best quality. It can't be anything else. It's a shame this beauty be concealed in this old shambling room, full of dust... Old? Dust? What the h...?"
After a minute of rapturous contemplation, Ezequiel finally came back to the real world.
"A trickster! A deceiver!" He thought. "I have to take care of myself. These criminal Ravnos are said not be trusted. There is no time for running now. Be careful, Ezequiel. You have been in worse situation and succeeded. This Ravnos girl is nothing compared to the devils you have faced on the past. You will stay here tonight, tomorrow you should find a way to leave the deceiver. Tonight you will trust the deceiver... just for tonight, but try not to be obvious!"
"Oh, Gret, darling! You really know how to comfort someone! Won't we share bed, then? I bet you are hot! I will be waiting for you if you change your mind!" He looks her again with wild sexy eyes.
(OCC, presence Level 1 on her again. He has to be sure she would not hurt him tonight).
"It's time to rest, honey."
He take of his shirt, leaving his bare chest to the night. It was pale, but still remained some color and a small scar next to his pierced nipple. His steps were so delicate and refined. Just a last eye contact with Gret and he went to bed covering his body with the sheets. Once in bed he watched for any possible "sun-leak" in the room. He didn't find any".
"So lovely bed... even when it is only an ilusion..." He thought.
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Post by WoDBerlin on Mar 15, 2006 1:14:58 GMT 1
(moved to Ein altes Haus)
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Post by ezequiel on Apr 6, 2006 6:10:17 GMT 1
"Hey, hey, with care!" he told Gret in a friendly way. Joking. "So then, Gret. Lets have a drink, then I have to go a visit my Prince, if you dont mind, darling..." This time, the words were more serious.
"Where should we go now? I REALLY need a bite"
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Post by Shehrazad on Apr 7, 2006 0:03:58 GMT 1
Gret stops and looks at him. "Hey babe-you need to relax a bit." She giggles and spins about the street.
"So what are you into? Club meals, meals on wheels? Do spill, you're cute when you try to be serious." She playfully pats the top of his head.
"Hey then after that I will take you to the prince. I'm sure he'll be glad I brought you. Maybe you can take some pictures for him, he is a good looking fellow." She giggles more and pulls your hand through the street.
"So what kinda music you like? I got all kinds of stops in mind." She stops suddenly and looks around, waiting for him to anwser her.
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Post by alonso on Apr 7, 2006 3:53:18 GMT 1
The little girl and his imaginary companions, Mrs Johanson and Olaf the bear, were walking through the still populated streets of Berlin. It was not so late after all.
"We will find new friends here! If not, we will go and ask Old Papa for new friends. He is a good guy and he will share with us. He must have two or three friends that he is not using."
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Post by ezequiel on Apr 9, 2006 18:44:37 GMT 1
"Ok ok... we can have some drinking fun and dance... I like techno music, thou I can hear and dance any kind. And about the pictures, of course I can take some of him, specially if you say he is good-looking, but remember I have no luggage with me! I lost it somewhere on the trip from Spain. Maybe the fellow that was on the seat next to me took it 'by mistake'. I need to buy tons of things: a camera, photogrhapic films, some chemicals for developing films, some clothes... But tell me about this Wilhelm how and where is he?"
As Ezequiel was talking, they were walking throught the streets of West Berlin. They turned to the right here, turn to the left there... He was a little disoriented. As the newcommer he was, he did not know very well the streets and avenue of his new city. He was getting a little worried. After all, this Gret was a Ravnos and Ravnos are not well known for being good companions. Maybe this prince (or any other vampire in fact) will introduce him into Berlin's Camarilla...
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Post by Shehrazad on Apr 9, 2006 19:08:37 GMT 1
Gret nods her head as he rambles on and on. She turns and looks at him walking backwards now down the street.
"Prince Wilhelm is easy to get along with as long as you please him. He is pretty care free, long as you don't break the Masq." She turns about the right way and walks into a bar, nodding her head for him to follow.
continued in Das Neblige Glas
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Post by Shehrazad on Apr 9, 2006 19:19:37 GMT 1
As Olga makes her way down the streets she notices a few people dancing about the street some of them wearing straight jackets. One lets out a howl and stops immediately looking at the girl.
He makes his way over to her and screams. "Where have you gone to?" Then turns back to the group.
"Lost and cracked, times a ticking. Party? did you see the train?" He asks Olga, his arms bound in the jacket, looking down at her.
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Post by alonso on Apr 15, 2006 16:16:05 GMT 1
"Excuse me, sir. Mother told me not to talk to strangers, Mr Stanger." She was scared, tried not to show her fear.
"Let's go, Ms Johanson... Mr Old Papa Wilhelm is waiting for us."
"There are so many drunks and madmen these days... nights are not so safe as before" She said to her imaginary friend in a whisper.
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Post by Shehrazad on Apr 15, 2006 23:30:52 GMT 1
"Silly girls with the house play. Open up and stop your persuit towards the throne. The name is Hyde, Oswald Hyde, and you my dear have been in a maze for far too long. Do you like to dance any? You're small like a mouse but we can get you inside. Why have you not stopped by for a small mixture? The Throne told me all about you, he is very quiet and a good man, I see all. His colours are pure that I can assure you. As for the rest over there-" He points to the rest wearing straight jackets some wearing trenchcoats. "Is the train to the fun. Climb aboard?" Sure it sounded like a question, but was it for sure that, or more of a demand? He ushers her to the group his top hat now off and showering her the way to the group. You can hear a few laughs from the group, some jump up and down.
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Post by alonso on Apr 17, 2006 3:43:18 GMT 1
" Hi Mr Sir Hyde, Oswald Hyde!, I am Olga. You are not a stranger now."
"The Throne??" She giggles... "Do you speak with a chair? Hihihihihihi" And where does your train go to? My I be the machinist?. Oh!" The stopped abruptly. "I cannot go unless you invite Ms Johanson and Olaf too". And he rise Olaf, the teddybear so Oswald could see him and invite him.
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Post by Shehrazad on Apr 17, 2006 3:49:43 GMT 1
Mr. Hyde ushers the girl to the middle of the group.
"Machinest? Why certainly, we already have a conductor." He points to himself, bug smile on his face.
"For now the train knows not where we are going, but soon we will stop and pay a visit to some food for the night. Olaf of course can come, as for Mrs. Johanson she may attend our train ride as well, only if she sits in middle or the back." He smiles, a few others jump up and down in the crowd, all laughing now.
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