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Post by Cerridwen on Feb 24, 2009 7:24:00 GMT -8
Cerridwen sighed inwardly. "Too simple" she mumbled to herself. Her long fingers tapped out the rhythm of Boomer's song, and she smiled. Very entertaining, and very appropriate as well.
Her eyes followed Boomer as she plopped herself down. Her merriment at the situation catching. She was beginning to wonder if her bet was too low when Ophelia entered the cafe.
What was more amusing then boomer's song was the fact that nothing said to her really mattered any more. She would get the black blood, sit in this cafe and enjoy how much her very presence seemed to irritate Damari.
She'd called ophelia, Cerridwen laughed then. Unable to contain her mirth. She nearly toppled over the chair she was in.
This was probably the best spontaneous thing she'd ever done in her entire time in the city.
Watching Damari, and now ophelia Cerridwen continued to smoke her cig as she casually got up, went to The David's table, grabbed some of the drugs and went back to her table. She sent him her thoughts, "This one's on you, I'll deduct it from the coin you owe me."
Taking her seat she neatly inspected the drugs and began to consume it in earnest.
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Post by Damari on Feb 24, 2009 17:17:15 GMT -8
Damari arched an eyebrow in Boomer’s direction, stopping for three seconds before choosing to completely ignore the fact the female had broke out into song. Instead she gave ophelia a silent look, shrugged to watch Cerridwen laugh like an idiot, nearly tip over her own chair and then go buy more drugs only to consume them in front of her and the Pheeps.
Giving Phe Phe a nudge with her elbow Damari switched her gaze back to the flighty red head.
It was pitiful really, how Cerridwen sat there in silence, studiously ignoring either Damari and now ophelia. Ignored everyone really. It was a bit curious really, why she was even here and what possible reason she’d have other than to be the flunky of the spaced out drug dealer. Of course Cerridwen could have come just to allow Damari the joy of fucking with her but Damari didn’t think that was it. Cerridwen never did think of things on her own, they were usually at the bequest of the men in her life.
Speaking to ophelia she shrugged, “Ohh she didn’t pay for that one. Think that one was pro bono for services rendered?” Snickering at her own little sally Damari attempted a bashful look, before continuing. “heh .. I couldn’t resist. Anyway what did I tell you? She’s like this zoned out idiot now. Not that she wasn’t before but look at her now, it’s kinda sad. All this drab pink-ness and she sits there scoffing down those drugs like some sorry street prossy.”
Switching that gaze then to THE David Damari had to wonder whether Cerridwen ever considered the fact that this one was just as transient in his loyalty to her than all the other men in her unlife.. Damari prided herself on the accurate assessment of people, she had an eye for dissecting the motives of others (although horrendous at figuring out her own). She’d nailed many in this city to the wall with her observation and she really did wonder if Cerridwen thought this fool of a male would really have her back. Maybe the pink cloak Cerrdwen wore was a testament to the fact she didn’t, but her being here at all showed Damari that she believed herself protected in some way by this Midnight group. Curious really, that she would attach herself like a leach to a whole group of leaches. Curious indeed.
She let ophelia in on what she was thinking, choosing to bounce the ideas she had off the woman standing next to her. Not that she was much closer to liking ophelia. There were moments where Damari would gladly toss the sickening little red head off a building but in this case, she was more than happy to sneer at a mutual target.
“I wonder if Cerridwen truly believes herself accepted by this little brood of misfits. From what I can ascertain of the motivation of the group I’d think that her little drama would be a cause for their amusement as well. So she would be an instigator of their amusement and an amusement in and of herself. I wonder how she feels being the butt of the jokes of the people she thinks as allies. Then again, I’d wonder if she wasn’t used to it.”
Giving ophelia a cheesy grin Damari wiggles her eyebrows.
“What did I tell you? Great huh? I swear, she just sits there in silence and takes it. She hasn’t really spoken much, doesn’t do much beyond slurping up the druggy stuff and then she mutters under her breath and keeps on going. I swear, we should invite people and sell tickets or something. It’s a hell of a side show. What you think? You try and see if you get a reaction. It’s like she’s lost what little sense she had.”
Damari slid Boomer a grin too, just for good measure. She didn’t understand the little ditty the other female had sung but some times she wasn’t entirely sure what Boomer’s real role in this city was period. So she figured a smile would have to do for now.
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Post by ophelia Lokason on Feb 27, 2009 16:21:20 GMT -8
ophelia gave a happy little smile and clapped when Boomer was done. Tilting her head at the odd question, she replied. “No Boomer, I'm a bit particular about what I errm...consume, and gosh knows where that stuffs been or who's had their grubby little fingers on it. I am a 'goodie' after all, or whatever it is these days. You know how neat little nick names change. But thanks for the song! It was great!!” She finished with a serious nod.
Looking to Damari for a moment, ophelia raised a brow before turning back to Boomer. “I didn't know Damari had opened up karaoki night though. Not much of a singer myself. Good for her!” With that her eyes were drawn to movement coming from Cerridwen's direction. Watching the woman walk over to some strange man and return with what she could only presume was the tainted stuff, she had to stifle a smile. It was amazing that the old adage held true. The more things change the more they stay the same, she thought to herself. She'd seen it over and over in the city, and it always netted the same results. Some just don't have to hit rock bottom when they'd been lounging there for years already.
Damari nudged her out of her musings again and ophelia grimaced, pondering stabbing the woman with something. Looking around and finding nothing of interest she let out a heavy sigh of regret. It would have to wait. Eying Damari with speculation, she wondered vaguely if she could pinch the office keys to the Cafe from her.
She agreed with what Damari was thinking. Cerridwen never was the best at making smart choices and often times she seemed to follow the crowd. It was only natural that she'd caught wind of this nifty new crew and their uber coolness and slinked out of her shallow sleeping place to latch on to it like a starving puppy. What was even better is she knew that it would probably all end the same way all of the girl's brilliant ideas did. A huff. A stomp. A screech and an 'I'm LEAVING YOU NASTY MEANIES'. But in the meantime it would be at least entertaining to see how long she held out. Perhaps they'd all be surprised.
“Well, maybe she's not saying anything because she can't multi task just yet...or she's thinking super hard? It has to be hard to just awaken, then trying to stand on your feet all doped up, look like you've got back bone in front of friends AND hold a conversation. I'm just waiting to see how long it takes for her to say 'See, she's here now too, I won the bet.' And if she does...well, you know what I said the other night.” ophelia answered with a frown.
~HiS~
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Post by SinisterGrin: on Mar 3, 2009 12:29:40 GMT -8
Idony was itching to start trashing, and was asking Vespertine and Himself when it was going to happen. Well... Grin didn't know. The man was positively indecisive about -everything-. Why on earth would she ask Him?! He had no clue.
And then there was the matter of the cafe being owned by His aunt... Well... that did present a problem. He was staring at her, trying to think of something to say. He really didn't fit into the whole "Midnights" business, did He? Not particularly well at all... Anyway, back to the fact that He was staring, and that whatever gods existed decided to punish Him for it. A finger came in from the left, gouging at one of His steely orbs.
Eyes squeezed shut, one of them watering and bloodshot, now. Reaction? What reaction was He supposed to have. It hurt, but He didn't make any noise. A few more blinks, and He turned to the man with the tophat who was asking Him a question... Who was He? Who was He?
"Why... I'm Grin..." a small smile, not a pleasant one per-say, but a smile nonetheless. "And you'd be?"
Just then, Grin found Himself distracted by... was that Damari? The aunt? Who He'd exchanged words with once, but never really exchanged words with? As a matter of fact, it was... and she was irate about something... making long speeches about ... her apparent hatred for the woman that had come into the establishment, kicked back, and refused to leave... but that woman who'd done so didn't seem to be talking back to Damari. Well. Odd, that.
Did it really matter to Him?
Well... not really...
A curly-headed blond from a few tables over said something about sex, which got His immediate attention. Head turned, then turned back toward the verbal scuffle (which was really a one-sided scuffle) that was happening.... which had now been joined by ophelia...
The curly-headed blond, again... singing...
Of course, He looked like He was paying attention, but was He really?
If somebody were to ask Him about this, tomorrow, He probably wouldn't remember a bit of it.
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Post by MavericksChild on Mar 3, 2009 17:48:24 GMT -8
A finger nail tapped, tapped, tapped in irritation. Now, she wasn’t normally the sort to tell anyone what they had to do. She certainly never forbid anyone close to her from associating with certain people, although she might very well want to. At most, Mav might give her opinion and hope that her childer -might- pick something up from it. If not, there was little she could do, besides gnash her teeth and gut them of course.
Now, after Mav had hung up the phone with Grin, she had waited a bit before second sighting him. She knew that although he was not “young” in the city time wise, he was naive to many things. When she had sighted him. He was in exactly the same spot he’d been in before. Her finger stopped tapping on the polished wood of the side table. Maybe he was just having a coffee. He really did enjoy his coffee. Especially pumpkin latte something or others.
Either way, she felt that she should have a peek on him. Make sure that her beloved Grin wasn’t fouling himself at this very moment. Tarnishing himself for all time at the whim of someone that was merely alleviating boredom.
Mav uncrossed her ankles and pushed herself to a stand. Her long skirt flared out at her ankles in protest to the movement. She didn’t pay it much mind. Delicate fingers retrieved a scroll and she opened it unceremoniously. A word muttered and she stood in front of the Café. Her head cocked to the side slightly as she inhaled the scent of espresso. She always loved the smell of coffee, but had never been able to stomach it.
Two deep breaths, and she was ready to move in. Mav pulled the door open and smiled as a rush of warm air flowed over her head. She stepped in and the door closed behind her. Dark, coal lined eyes began to scan the Café, looking for her wolf.
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Post by SinisterGrin: on Mar 4, 2009 15:38:28 GMT -8
His eyes hit the door as soon as she walked in.
Shit.
Why was she here?! He'd done as He was asked, hadn't He?! Trouble? Was He in trouble?
A groan, and He ducked beneath the table He'd been seated at, which had been so close to that woman and that other fellow... and that eye-poking gent. Carefully, carefully, carefully, He moved. From underneath one table to beneath the next.
The man was attempting to bounce from table to table, while managing to circumvent His Sire completely... and He was headed for the door. He'd needed a good excuse to get out of the place, anyway... Wait. Wait. Wait... Why was He running?
He hadn't done anything wrong!
That He could remember, at any rate.
Well... better to be safe than sorry, wasn't it?
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Post by MavericksChild on Mar 5, 2009 18:33:35 GMT -8
It was just a tad bit comical to see him ducking under tables. As if he really could. All he did was attract her gaze all the faster. Mav cringed inwardly. Maybe he’d already been tainted. Maybe she was indeed too late. Her lips pursed in thought. Would a wire brush and say… acid take the shade of Black from him? No, probably not. If he were vampire she’d give him a Holy Water bath. But alas, he wasn’t. So that was out of the question too.
“Grin.” She called to the man. “ We both know you’re too big to hide under those tables.”
She wouldn’t berate him. Not here, nor in private. He was an adult and if he made mistakes, it was he who would have to live with the results.
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Post by SinisterGrin: on Mar 5, 2009 23:33:32 GMT -8
She'd seen Him!
Coughing, the man attempted to stand from His crawling position, managing to bump the back of His head with a resounding 'crack' on the way up. A hand shot to the back of said head, and He rubbed it, cringing. Scuffling. Scuffling. And there. He was standing at His full height, brushing the front of His jacket off and rubbing a thumb against the stubble of His jaw--straightening Himself up.
"Hiding? Who said I was hiding...? I dropped a coin, and it was rolling..." Right. And the coin just so happened to be rolling right for the door. The hands that had been twitching over Himself were now shoved deep into the pockets of His slacks.
The man's lips curved upward at the corners, lending a creepy air to His usually handsome features. Was that a nervous smile? A plotting smile? He'd stick with nervous.
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Post by Cerridwen on Mar 6, 2009 6:03:01 GMT -8
The rush hit hard and for a moment my mind was in a daze. It almost felt as if I was back in the darkness once more. I longed for it. There was peace in the darkness. Shaking my head, my long red locks shook around me. I stood up suddenly, perhaps to quickly, though my mind was in slow motion. The table before me toppled over, the chair fell back behind me. Suddenly I began to laugh. A crazed manacle sounding laughter, even to myself. A grin spread across my crimson lips and my eyes zeroed in on Damari and ophelia standing across the cafe. This over the top, decorated cafe that was only Damari's style. Suddenly, I felt rage course through me and an idea began to take shape. I move then, jumping across the cafe, and landing on the balls of my feet in front of The David. I stood slowly as my red leather trench coat settled about my feet. I cocked my head to the left and spoke softly to him, my dark eyes asparkle with mischief. "An idea that is developed and put into action is more important than an idea that exists only as an idea." With that she turned and walked straight out of the cafe, stopping first by the two vampires in question. She turned her head and smiled, not a true smile, but a smile full of the mischief she was going about. "It is a man's own mind, not his enemy or foe, that lures him to evil ways." With that she laughed right in their faces, almost toppling over again, then vanished with a tele-scroll she produced. She reappeared in the alley behind the cafe and waited silently, a cloak of darkness surrounding her. She waited as an employee opened the back door then entered. Moving in the shadows and with the speed of celerity she entered the basement. A small giggle emerged from her crimson lips as she began her mischief. Entering the store room of what she thought was expensive coffee she pulled out a bottle of exellerant and doused all around the room with it. Throwing the bottle down it crashed in pieces. She took a kerchief from her sleeve, her zippo lighter and lite the end, then unceremoniously threw it to the fuel about the room. Instantly it took fire. Standing there but a moment she was temporarily caught in the beauty of the fire as it ate across the floor in a rush. Turning she left the store room. Exiting the same way she'd come. Emerging in the alleyway she took flight, soring high above the cafe to land about its roof. There she planted more excellerant and again started a fire at each corner of the cafe's roof. Launching herself into the air she observed her handy work from above. Reaching inside her coat she pulled out a snuff box and took a hit. Then she was gone teleported away into the night. (ooc: had to edit post, previously said there was liquor in the basement, then realized the cafe only serves coffee Had to change it to reflect the descriptions of the cafe. )
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Post by Hessian on Mar 6, 2009 15:02:16 GMT -8
Smoke reached his nostrils and Hessian growled as his eyes opened. His transparent pupils glowed in the darkness as he rose from the dark corner he had been resting in. Standing up he stretched his body cracking joints and twisting his neck as he glanced around his underground domain through the smoke. Flames ran across the concrete floor of the empty room and he could smell the fuel was this an attack on him? He caught a glimpse of the arsonist as they left, not a good enough sighting to identify them, but the scent was not Damari's, the only one who ever came down there besides him, and the coat covering her. He was no expert but he knew it was far to cheap to have belonged to his companion. Snarling he stepped through the fire as if it wasn't there and made his way up the stairs, slamming the metal door shut behind him. With the door closed the basement was airtight, the fire would die quickly without spreading past the concrete cell it was now captured in.
At the top of the stair way Hessian could feel Damari's presence, he could also smell his grandsire and the thought of Damari and Ophelia being in close proximity unsettled him some. It made no sense Damari would be the most likely candidate to attack him but fire was not the usual MO as for Ophelia it would not be unexpected but why would she use fire when he knew she would favour a blade.
Emerging in the public area of the café Hessian adjusted the last few buttons on his jacket as he stalked up to Damari and spoke through gritted teeth.
"Are you behind this? Which one of your lackies has a death wish?"
“Behind what? What the fuck are you on about?”
Unamused and snarling Hessian invaded Damari's personal space until there faces were pressed against one another's "The petrol bomb in the basement, don't pretend you don't know what is going on in your own building!"
He watched her reaction carefully as she glanced to an empty seat and turned over table then to Ophelia before looking back to him raising an eyebrow. 'Oh well, for fucks sake has she completely lost her ever loving mind? I do believe this is the brain child of the ever stupid Cerridwen de Bauer. This silly heifer has lost the plot. Dumb bitch."
Shutting his eyes Hessian froze in a state of concentration for a moment then muttered “Whoever the fuckwit owes me 3 hours sleep!” As his eyes opened he growled approvingly as his face twisted into a sick smile. “Location Zebra and 27! Seconds later Hessian crunched down and spat broken glass onto the floor as he sprinted from the café without control.
Arriving at her location he wasted no time in identifying the woman who he had only seen the back of minutes ago, and making a beeline for her. As he walked Hessian removed a length of thin white rope from within his clothing wrapping it around his left fist in a practised fashion before delivering a heavy blow into the woman's face. Feeling the satisfaction of the connection against his own knuckles.
“You want to fuck with Damari fine by me! Start messing with my space though I don't care pink or not I will find a way to fucking bleed you!” Glaring at her Hessian shook his head turned then with the crunch of glass between his teeth sprinted off once again.
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Post by Cerridwen on Mar 9, 2009 6:45:46 GMT -8
Despite the force of the blow, I felt nothing. To high to truly care what this vampire was spewing really.
“You want to fuck with Damari fine by me! Start messing with my space though I don't care pink or not I will find a way to fucking bleed you!” Glaring at her Hessian shook his head turned then with the crunch of glass between his teeth sprinted off once again.
It was like everything he said and did was in slow motion. The only thing that I truly comprehended was Damari's name.
Thats when the grin came to my red stained lips. The taste of blood reached my tongue and a deep pleasure ran through me.
I looked up to the night and the smell of smoke reached my senses. Another wave of deep satisfaction ran through me. I turned then and entered the Palazzo.
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Post by Damari on Mar 9, 2009 23:17:10 GMT -8
Damari turned to Kemp, the male studiously ignored whatever it was the patrons were doing and turned on the steam, then wiped the nozzle with his towel. It was how he relaxed, how he focused on the task at hand. He wasn’t inadequate at all he just didn’t give a shit about vampires other than his Ava and sometimes Damari.
Slipping behind the bar Damari waited until the male deigned to look at her and used the quick movement of her head to indicate the outside and spoke. “Go put out the fire or whatever the hell it is the junky whore did. Drag Ava with you and I’ll take over here.”
The filthy look he gave her spoke volumes of his opinion about her ability to make espresso but she merely gave him a long look and he silently (as always) left, Ava following behind.
It was light human traffic at the café. Which tended to be touch and go depending on what was happening in Avant’s Garden across the street. The human’s held monthly Twilight Jazz in the Park musicale’ so on those nights it was pretty busy. This wasn’t one of those nights.
Which was probably good. Obviously with her swearing and calling Cerridwen a whore every five seconds was hardly a regular occurrence for human clientele.
Damari couldn’t help but smile, it was a self satisfied smirk that started at her lips, tinged her cheeks a delighted pink and glittered in her eyes like little diamond sparks of amusement. Sliding ophelia a look she grins then and shakes a cup in the direction of the red haired menace.
“What did I tell you? Isn’t she a fucking freak? She has absolutely lost the plot.”
Grinding the beans she flips the thingy thingy (yes, obviously the technical terms for the thing was beyond Damari) under the espresso whatchadoodle and she flipped the button. She knew she was probably arsing the whole process up but Kemp wasn’t here to push her out of the way so she continued. Whipping out the soy milk she pours it, then steams it, continuing to speak even as she slipped another thingy thing into the whatchadoodle too make ophelia a coffee she might not want, but was getting anyway.
“I’m wondering if she really thought coming here was like a good idea. After she stormed out of the city in high dungeon I’m rather surprised she’d come here just to let me laugh at her. Maybe the drugs really have taken a toll on her sense. What’you think?”
Pouring the coffee into the demitasse she slips it to the Pheeps and then combines her Soy and espresso, swirling the foam on the top and lifting it to her lips.
“So?”
It’s not that Damari ignored the customers waiting at the counter for her to take their order. She just didn’t realize she was supposed to serve anyone else but herself so when Kemp barged back, knocked her out of the way and growled at the client she just moved aside and sipped her the coffee she’d made for herself.
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Post by Cerridwen on Mar 10, 2009 9:35:58 GMT -8
Cerridwen plopped herself down on the old couch. Dust flew about tickling her nose. Her red locks pulled back in a bun on her head.
She flipped open her lap top on the table in front of her and searched google for a sign company. Finding one that had large neon signs she called.
"Hello, yes, I'd like to order a sign please." Silence..., "alright, make it the biggest you have, neon pink and flashing. Have it read, Black Blood Here!" More silence... "I'll send over a minion... I mean friend with cash, yes, sure. I need it ASAP, I'll pay extra." More silence..., "Yes deliver to Damari's Cafe, oh you know the place? Great. Thanks! Within the hour? Great!"
Sitting back she smiled wondering if anyone noticed the fire on the roof. Then realized she didn't care. The minion entered the room and she motioned him forward. Taking a long drink as he offered his neck she was refreshed.
Lighting a smoke, she instructed the minion on where to go. Then told him to go stand in front of the Cafe and keep watch. He scrambled up and was about his task.
Next she'd get the picket signs going...
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Post by Lannair on Mar 10, 2009 11:10:22 GMT -8
He strolls calmly into the Café wearing his calf length red velvet coat, black damask ruffled shirt, black leather pants, black leather boots that run up to just below his knees, and a Scottish Basket Hilt Broad Sword at his side.
He had heard that this Café had the best coffee in the city but as he looked around he was surprised to see so many of the cities more unnatural denizens crowded into a coffee shop. With a stride more graceful than one would expect from his 6’5” 250 pound frame he walks over to the counter and orders a regular black coffee.
With his hot beverage in hand he finds the most deserted corner and sits with his back against the wall facing the rest of the room and the door. He lets his long dark hair fall into his face slightly as he leans against the wall.
He’d been told that Café Damari was an elegant place where he could obtain good coffee but from where he sat he could easily see Black Blood being sold and consumed across the room as well as other questionable activities going on through out the establishment. While he rather enjoyed the vigorous nature of the Cafés patrons it was not quite what he had expected. This being so he drank his Coffee in silence, electing to careful watch all those in attendance in an attempt to better understand the city he has so recently become apart of.
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