Caine shook his head. "Not that I can think of." There was the neon sign advertizing for the restaurant. The neon glow caught his metallic stare and reflected eerily. "Well, you've arrived safely," he said with a careful smile. "If you require any more of my services, I'll be a block down at The Dungeon."
He turned and began to walk away, but then, thinking better of it, pulled a pen and cigarette from his pocket and proceeded to write his cellphone number on the cigarette. He offered it to Seiren. "Call me if you have any problems, okay?"
With that, he turned and made his way down the street, both shadowed and illuminated by neon signs and scented by drunks, toward his favorite bar.

It was rare that Caine received a call from a number that he didn't recognize. He could only assume that the number belonged to Seiren and that she was in trouble. Calmly, he got up from his barstool and exited the bar.
Only a few steps out, he heard a high-pitched scream. Seiren, he guessed.
Using pre-natural speed, he appeared in front of the girl and her attacker. The other bloodsucker's eyes were pale with bloodlust. He knew that feeling. Caine's arms folded around Seiren as he lifted her off the ground. "Mine," he growled.

Viviane wrote on still. After she had written the poem down, she put her pencil and notebook back into her trench coat. Looking at her trench coat as she put them away, she stepped out onto the sidewalk...and ran into Caine again. She fell to the ground and landed on her butt, her sunglasses falling off again. Blinking, she looked up to see Caine again.

"You know, I don't want to me doing this all night,'' she said with a giggle, her eyes on him. Ugh, stupid giggle. It's even worse than my voice she thought. Standing up and brushing herself off, she put her sunglasses back on. "I broke my pencil,'' she said with a sigh. Her eyes flicked to her trench coat as she dug out her broken pencil and tossed it in a trashcan.

Mine. A term used if for no other than because her attacker had been young and he was old. Seniority tended to rule among nosferatu. Then again, he did have a certain affection for Seiren.
Now, he held Seiren close, stroking her soft, dark hair as he smiled at the other vampire, suddenly wary of her. Was she looking for a meal? His metallic stare was trained on her, watching for any sudden movement. "Hello, again."

Viviane shook her head a bit, trying to see clearly. "I hate people,'' she muttered, dusting herself off. Her notebook dropped out of her trench coat, but she didn't notice it as she started to walk off again. She was headed to the place where she usually got a meal. "The Dungeon,'' she whispered. She knew the male vampire could hear what she had said, but she didn't care.

She arrived at The Dungeon and sat at her favorite place, a leather care in a dark corner. Immediately, people came up to her. "Get away from me,'' she grumbled, not wanting to have anything to do with them at the moment. They didn't listen of course, so she just chose to ignore them, pushing them away when anyone got too close.

Si glanced down on the floor and noticed the dropped notebook, padding forward and scooping it up, studying it curiously before. "If you don't mind," she murmured to Caine and Seiren, turning around with the notebook in hand. She didn't want to even begin getting into personal affairs, and, if she had heard right, the owner of the notebook had said 'The Dungeon.' Which I think that I have seen... somewhere around here...

It didn't take her too long to locate The Dungeon, and she entered, her eyes narrowing as she got used to the lighting. The small crowd of people attracted her attention, and she headed for it, nudging them out of the way with her shoulder until she stood in front of Viviane. "You need to be more careful with your things," she offered nonchalantly, holding the book out to her. "Dropping things is an invitation for disaster, you know."

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Okay then! :3 -goes to work on skelly-

Caine chuckled and loosened his grip on her. "I don't believe a word you say. You seem to be danger-prone. However, if you've tired of my company, I'll bid you goodnight. You have my number should you need it." He was still for a moment, taking in their surroundings, scoping out any possible threat. Sensing none, he offered Seiren a small bow and was swiftly swallowed by the quickly growing crowd on Bourbon.

Viviane was about to kill the humans gathering around her because they were annoying her too much. Luckily, someone else came and scattered them. Her face went back to expressionless even before the person came up to her. When the woman held out Viviane's notebook she gently took it.

"Yeah, this thing has been all over the place because of my carelessness. Somehow it always ends up back to me, at times with something new in it from the person who brought it back,'' she said with a slight shrug. "All it has in it are my writings after all, nothing that would be utmost disaster if lost,'' she said flatly.

Caine smiled and laughed softly. He almost felt bad for the pretty human girl- he was deceiving her. "I'd love to. What would you like to do?" Most everything in the Quarter, and the entire city really, stayed open all night.
He followed her voice back to where she stood and offered her his arm. "Shall we?" he asked, snapping his phone shut.

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This may sound stupid, but... for an intro, it's actually an intro into the role play, not just a piece of writing that shows everything a skelly tells, right? And can I do that instead of a skelly? -hasn't role played in so long that she isn't sure-

((Yes, of course! that's what I generally do.))

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Okay, great. x3 Because I have trouble simply TELLING things. It's so much easier/more fun to show it. :3

Where did he usually go? Hmm, that was a difficult one. Truthfully, he usually went to the darkest, seediest bars in the most run-down parts of the quarter. He wasn't about to tell her that, though.
Looking at her, he would guess that she was about nineteen at the very oldest. The lovely thing about New Orleans was that if someone of legal drinking age bought you a drink in a bar, it was legal for you to drink it. "Have you ever tried Absinthe?" he asked. He had no intention to get her drunk. He only intended to purchase enough for her to try it initially. If she wanted more, then he would deal with it accordingly. In his opinion, everyone should tangle with the Green Faery once in their life. "There's an absinthe bar on Pirate's Alley next to a nice little gelatto shop."

"Ah... I see..." Si murmured. "But writings can be quite powerful in their own way. It's best not to drop things, period." She blew a strand of hair away from her eyes; it had drifted down and was tickling her nose, making her want to sneeze. "We haven't introduced ourselves, have we?" Si asked, holding out her hand, now free of the little notebook. "My name is Sileny, but do feel free to call me Si for short. And you are...?" She tilted her head to the side, watching her quietly. A quiet tyoe... not into company, I'm supposing? she wondered. But, no matter, it's rude to not introduce oneself. She pasted a smile on her face, shifting her focus to the surrounding area. "Do you frequent this place often?" she asked innocently.

"You're legal if I buy it. That's how it works here. How long have you lived here?" He thought for a moment. It wasn't such an innocent time anymore. A century or so ago it would not have been out of the ordinary for him to ask Seiren out for a drink after knowing her for so short a time. Now, however, vampires were not the only creatures who preyed on pretty young girls.
"If you're up for it, we can visit that bar, but if it'd make you feel more comfortable, gelatto is legal for all ages."

Viviane shrugged. "I know the power of words,'' she said flatly. I deal with them all the time, I write poetry after all, she thought. When Si stuck her hand out, Viviane gave it a firm shake then put her hand on the arm of the chair again. "I am Viviane,'' she said softly. "And yes, I frequent this place somewhat often,'' she said with a shrug. This person is certainly curious. I could only help to wonder why. Never mind, I don't really care. I just don't like answering all these questions she thought.

Black boots hit the ground with a resounding smack of leather against the street. With a soft grunt, Lae

straightened up, glancing around with acid-green eyes. Brushing his loosely-spiked ebony hair from his face, he

looked up at the windowsill he had just jumped from.

"Huh," he mused to himself, shoving his hands in his jean pockets and staring at the window. "So it was on the

third floor. Thought it was closer. Oh well." He shrugged lightly, removing his hands from his pockets to tug his

leather jacket closer around him, before beginning to walk down the street.

"Just one of the many advantages of being half a vampire," he said to himself as he walked along. Grinning

lightly, he strolled along the market streets, glancing here and there at the wonders or simple necessities being

sold. Perhaps he would buy something---after all, he had plenty of money. Smirking, he slid his hand into his

pocket and fingered the fat wallet he had just swiped, and gloated to himself.

"Never saw it coming," he grinned as he made his way along the crowded streets, not particularly bothering to

notice where he was going. "Girls like that never do," he smirked to himself. "A little charm and they're sold.

Never suspect a thing. Always---"

Suddenly, he found himself colliding with another body, and stumbled backwards before catching his balance and

straightening up again. "Watch it!" he hissed, before he realized that the person he happened to have run into

was both female and pretty. His irritated look immediately smoothing over into one of concern and apology, he

held out a hand to help her up. "So sorry about that," he said in a voice practically dripping[/i[ with fake

apology. "Are you all right?"

She nodded, grabbing his hand and pulling herself up. As she did, her eyes focused in on his helping hand---then

narrowed, staring at it scrutinizingly.

"Um," Lae began with a nervous laugh. "You can let go of my hand now. Unless you [i]want to hold hands. Which

is fine by me, but I'd much rather they---" His voice came to an abrupt stop as she shoved the arm of his sleeve

up, revealing the spidery writing inked into his skin. Pushing his sleeve up farther revealed his skin more

heavily filled with writing than the sparsely sprinkled sentences on his wrist and forearm.

She stared at the writing for a long moment, before dropping his hand and hissing, "You're him.

That---that half-vampire that's been killing everyone around here. Lae Donovan."

Jerking his hand back, Lae smirked, "Yeah. That's me. What'cha gonna do about it, baby?"

Narrowing her eyes, she whirled around and screamed, "POLICE!!!"

Lae didn't wait to hear anymore. Turning sharply on his heel, he sped off down the street, pushing his way

through the crowds of people with little disregard for who or what he knocked over. Not pausing to look back, he

ducked inside the nearest door he could find, glimpsing a sign proclaiming 'The Dungeon' as he went in.

Blinking at the sudden change from bright sunlight to a decidedly dimmer light, he glanced around and looked for

someone to mingle with, should the police decide to show up. His acid-green eyes eventually settled upon two girls conversing. He overheard the phrase, "I know the power of words," and immediately decided they would be interesting. Strolling over, he paused for a moment before saying nonchalantly, "Hey there."

BAWWWWWWWW SO LONG. T_T

And if I'm doing anything wrong, TELL ME. Dx I haven't role played in so long... -le sigh-

Viviane stiffened at the sight of someone else. What is it with me running into people and people coming up to me? she thought drearily. Ignoring her thoughts on how much she just wanted to shove her way out of there and go back to her house, she looked at the man. After all, she couldn't be a loner forever she supposed. "Hello,'' she said softly. Okay, maybe I can be a loner, she thought, hearing her voice again.

"How about I share one of my poems. Mine as well,'' she suggested with a shrug. She started to flip through her notebook, trying to find one that she liked and wanted to read out loud. "It doesn't rhyme, but it's still a poem nevertheless,'' she said with a slight smile as she found one. She cleared her throat then read.

"I lie down to sleep for one more time This will be my last sleep, my final sleep The earth shall be my bed tonight It's cold embrace surrounding me As my eyes close for this final sleep Worry not, for the earth holds me And she will not let me go So as I lay here in my coffin I sleep my final and last sleep And as I sleep, I slowly die I die in bed, I die in earth'' she recited softly.

ooc: I wrote that poem. Sorry if it's not very good

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Haha, well, it's seriously better than I can do. xP -fails at poetry-

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Lae blinked slightly at her recitation, tilting his head curiously. "Interesting..." he murmured. "That was pretty good. Not that I've ever been much of a poet myself," he laughed, shaking his head slightly. "Never could stand to make things rhyme..." Glancing around the dimly lit room, he then asked, "You write much?"