Indira Milan: The sound of Light steps echo against the alleyways. The
careful thud of boot heels on hard cement. The soft whisper
of silk and linen. A sultry voice, gentle but dark.
An enchanting song, in perfect timing to her steps. Around
the corner steps Indira. The five foot eleven, Syrian
woman walks into view. Her face is sculpted of high cheekbones, smooth lines
and skin that's dusky hued, soft and smelling faintly
of roses. Dark Mist colored eyes are outlined in thick black shadow, with a
dusting of blue or green to bring attention to their shine and glitter. The
colors swirl and shimmer, as if it were truly mist. For a moment you swear her
hair is pitch black, then the light catches it. It's a
black base, but it was dyed a green hue. But on her, it's exotic and gorgeous. The colours melting into the black
strands without any trouble. Her smile is distant but gentle. A black
ribbon is tied around her throat; A white button up
shirt hugs her frame, paired with low hip hugging black pinstripe pants. A long
black coat is the final touch to the outfit, big enough to hide something, but
small enough to still look good. [Distinguishing
Characteristic: Tribals face, neck etc.
Angelic Gaze: Mist] She moves languidly into the resturant,
looking around to be seated.
Burnham Vaul: Burnham follows her in. His hair
is blonde. His skin is naturally quite pale and face handsome in a classic way
but nothing special. He is slightly taller than average, his shoulders broad
and his build athletic, slim and toned. He is built like an acrobat, pared down
and wiry rather than possessing big bulging muscles. Where he becomes
remarkable is in his dress sense, and demeanour. He
is always dressed to the nines, his clothes sharply pressed, expensive and fashionable.
His hair is always perfect, and he brings new depths to the term 'metrosexual'. His skin is smooth and unblemished, and his
teeth are gleaming white and perfectly straight. even
his nails are manicured and immaculate. He is currently looking.. twitchy. He is playing with a
lighter in one hand, and he scans the restaurant before practically running to
a ciggarette machine in the back.
Indira Milan: She
eyed the man behind her for a moment. Before she sat down at
a table. Setting a small bag next to her chair and rolling her eyes over
the menu. She doesn't mind the looks she gets from the patrons - any one would
get them if they had one side of their face etched with black ink. She merely
smiles.
Burnham Vaul: (( http://men.style.com/slideshows/mens/fashionshows/F2006MEN/AMCMEN/RUNWAY/00020m.jpg
))
Burnham Vaul: When he reaches the machine, he
searches his pockets, and his shoulders fall. Muttering under his breath he
looks around, and when he thinks noone is looking, he
mimes putting coins into the slot.
Indira Milan: She
watched him quietly, over the top of the menu, ordering a cola for the moment,
no ice.
Burnham Vaul:
d10: int+craft: 8,6,2,8,10,3,
Burnham Vaul:
d10: int+craft: 5,1,2,6,9,6,
Burnham Vaul: a word under his breath, and the
machine spits out two boxes of ciggarettes. ((roll per+awareness))
Burnham Vaul: ((dunno
why it rolled twice, but oh well))
Indira Milan: d10:
Per+Aware: 10,5,2,9,2,
Burnham Vaul: He takes the boxes and unwraps
one with shaky hands, lighting up and taking a long, deep drag. Even as the
smoke fills his lungs he seems to relax.
Alister Kurth: He steps into the place pushing the door wide and glances
around the place pushing the glaces
back to sit at the top of his nose as he does so.
Alister is average height and build, Dark black hair
lies flat against his head and blue eyes sparkle with life behind thin rimmed
glasses that frame his face. He has a angular face and
his nose is somewhat crooked. He wears a white tshirt
and a black hooded top over it, the hood down. The top has the NIN logo on the
front but otherwise is just black. He’s got on black jeans that have faded to
grey at the knees and a pair of black trainers.
Indira Milan: (sorry
was afk) She eyed Burnham with a curious smirk. Then shook her head laughing pointedly at him.
Baby Death: The front door opens not long after Alister
steps in, and in steps the girl, eyes alert with a
intensely curious little smile on her face. She looks around with kohl-rimmed
eyes, as if looking for something, as she makes her way past the front door.
What’s this...a Neil Gaiman
character come to life? Might as well be...if they were casting the part
of Death in a Sandman movie, she would certainly be it. She stands at about
5’9”, maybe 110-115 pounds. Black hair and white-face certainly give the
slightly tacky illusion of a corpse...the hallmark of the gothic lifestyle, of
course. She’s really got the look down, right to the curly-Q drawn in eyeliner
coming from the outside corner of the right eye. She’s dressed in a black
tank-top, matching jeans, hip-huggers, and Doc Martins. A girl’s black formal
jacket and a parasol completes the look, along with
black lipstick. Her eyes, a soft brown, carry a keen intelligence and a biting
wit, as well as a deep, deep sadness at something unsaid. Goth girls of the
world, unite! Here is your Queen!
Alister Kurth: ((2 sux would only give her the
general direction of the emination not the exact
source, 'someone in that corner/area' not 'him'))
Burnham Vaul: Burnham notices the laughter,
but doesnt seem disturbed byu
it. he finishes his first cigarette and starts on the
second even as he walks accross the restauraunt. "I am a victim to my addictions my
dear." He addresses Indira as if talking to a friend, and smiles companionably.
Indira Milan: A
slender hand gestures to the chair oppisite her, if
he wants to sit. "Slaves to such addictions cause all kinds of bad health
issues later on"
Burnham Vaul: "I dont
think i will have to worry too much. something else is bound to kill me first." He sits, his
easy, somewhat rakish smile brightening somewhat, as if the concept of death
amused him. "Burnham Vaul. Pleasure
to meet your aquaintance."
Burnham Vaul: ((i
LOVE Niel Gaiman.. Good Omens and Neverwhere
respectively are my favourite books))
Baby Death: ((Gaiman = God. *G*))
Indira Milan: "Really?
How morbid" she said with a soft smirk, as if she found the morbidness amusing. "Indira
Milan. A pleasure indeed"
Indira Milan: (*saw
Gaiman upclose and
personal. Loves Neverwhere the show and book, all his
books and Mirrormask*)
Indira Milan: (yah.
total Gaiman fangirl.
*drools*)
Alister Kurth: he pulls is wallet from his pocket and moves to a table
sitting down,and tapping the table with his middle fingure waiting to be surved. scanning over the menue half
heartedly and scanning the room.
Burnham Vaul: He sits gracefully, slipping a
bag off of his shoulder and carefully placing it in his lap. ((do enhanced
items also set off awareness checks? or is taht only
when they are used?))
Baby Death: She glances around a moment, and
hums a bit as she makes her way to a table nearby. The parasol is set aside,
and she slips into the booth, feet laying along the
length of it. She pulls out a clove and places it between black-adorned lips,
lighter produced seemingly from nowhere, flicked to life, and placed to the end
of the cigarette to spark it to life.
Baby Death: ((Yes, Burnham. At the level of success you've got, it's diff 7.))
Indira Milan: Indira plucked
the glass from the table and sipped the cola. Running an idle
finger over one of the lines on her face, scratching faintly. It still
itched a bit.
Alister Kurth: d10: Per Aware: 2,5,2,5,1,
Alister Kurth: He closes his eyes for a moment before leaning forwards, he
grasps the bridge of his nose as his glasses tumble off a sharp intake of
breath.
Baby Death: d10: Per+Aware: 8,6,5,4,9,7,8,
Indira Milan: She's
focused on Burnham, glass settling back on the table top as she looks up.
"What brings you here?"
Baby Death: Her eyes are drawn straight to Burnham, a delciate black brow arched. She grins a little bit, shaking
her head. "Oh, Lordy, Lordy,
Lordy..."
Burnham Vaul: "My habit mostly" he
indicates his cigarette. "Needed a smoke something
terrible."
Indira Milan: "Ahh and you can't get them anywhere else?" a sly
smirk, misty eyes mirthful. [brb
afk]
Alister Kurth: He groans and waves at the nearest waitress "Can I get
a glass of watter please?" when asked he'd like
he shakes his head "Just water for now thanks," he says through
gritted teeth.
Baby Death: ((Perfect timing. :P I'll BRB,
too.))
Indira Milan: (back)
Burnham Vaul: Burnham for his part glances accross the menu and orders a fillet steak, and a glass of
red wine.
Indira Milan: She
ordered a grilled chicken and a refill on her soda.
Alister Kurth: He lies his head down on the table,forehead and nose touching it. and
mutters someting to himself.
Burnham Vaul: When the wine comes, he sips.. swallows it as if it tastes
rancid, winces and sends the rest back. "Its bloody
vinegar. get me an 85, that was a much better
year."
Indira Milan: She
shook her head to the side. "Wine too. Bah. It's only good once a day with
dinner. Healthy that way too."
Alister Kurth: He takes the wate when it's
brought and drinks half the glass rubbing his temples ad glancing over the menue again ordering chips and a burger and paying for it,
before glancing around again looking slightly annoyed.
Burnham Vaul: "Hah. well,
i have been away for a long time. i have a thirst for the finer things." He sips
the replacement wine, and seems mollified, if only barely. "Wine here is
awful. I should have brought some with me."
Burnham Vaul: His accent is english, and aristocratic in the extreme..
he sounds like he is constantly yawning.
Indira Milan: "Where
are ya from?" lifting a brow
Indira Milan: (oh
yeah NOW you post that. make my poor girl souind like
an idiot]
Baby Death: She grins a little bit and watches Burnham, a brief
glance to Indira, too. She's be no means being subtle
about it, though, all eyes on the man as the sweet smell of clove smoke rises
from her mouth.
Alister Kurth: d10: Per alert: 7,5,9,
Burnham Vaul: His eyebrow raises and he looks
at her frankly. "Hell." He sips his wine, savouring
it skeptically, as if it were the most normal thing in the world for him to
say, before cracking a smile. "Or close as you can get on this planet
anyway." His eyes twinkle. "i
am from
Alister Kurth: he rubs his temles and scoops his
glasses back off the table looking around, a few pauses as he looks around
before he closes his eyes. taking a deep breath.
Burnham Vaul:
d10: per+alertness: 5,10,9,7,
Indira Milan: [ten
minute warning] She giggled softly "Me too." she smirked gently
before she looked up "
Baby Death: "Oh, for Gaiman's
sake," she mutters under her breath, chuckling as she hears Burnham.
Indira Milan: "I
believe
Burnham Vaul: He notices the strange girl
staring at her, and stares back for a moment, seemong
somewhat horrified. He makes a little shoo gesture at her and then looks back
at Indira. Tattoos he can handle, full blown goth attire he seemingly cant.
Burnham Vaul: "Hmm..
depends on your picture of hell." Another sip of wine.
Indira Milan: Tattoos
and a business suit. A delicate balance.
Burnham Vaul: ((lol.. i love playing this
Indira Milan: A
coy look downwards. "This is true. I have no desire to elaborate on my
vision of hell.
Burnham Vaul: "And neither is
Indira Milan: "Desert.
Civil unrest. Terror. Not fun
either. But I should be getting on with my night." She slid a thin card
his way. "Keep in touch, yes?"
Baby Death: She sticks her tongue out at Burnham when he shoo's at her. "Subtlety is a fine art lost on the
fucking city," she says to herself.
Alister Kurth: He rubs his eyes and picks up the glass again taking a more
reserved mouthful of it before setting it back down with a sigh.
Burnham Vaul: "Yes,i believe i shall.."
He takes the card and slips it into his pocket. His steak arrives, and he tucks
in with relish, apparently not being even nearly so reserved about american steak as he is about
their wine.
Alister Kurth: He picks at his chips when they arrive, seemingly not all
that interested in eatting.
Indira Milan: She
bowed her head to him, sliding to her feet. Dropping cash on
the table for her uneaten meal before gliding out.
Burnham Vaul: ((meh.. i may need to go down to the
store fairly soon.. will be about half an hour if i
do.))
Indira Milan: [Root
Canal Time. Wee]
Burnham Vaul: He eats his meal and while he
does so he glances around the place, his gaze always ending up on the strange gothy girl.. curiosity is a
powerful thing.
Baby Death: Indira gone,
she rises from her seat and makes her way over to Burnham's table. She drops
down across the table from him, smirking. "You, my friend, need to learn a
little in the ways of the slick and the smooth."
Thaddeous Malvoe:
* An athleticly built black man with ebony
colored skin and short, fuzzy b lack hair. Dark brown eyes
and several tattos on his upper torso. Five feet and ten inches tall. The tats are all in blues and
reds and would seem to be gang related except for one. The one depicts an eagle
with a trident in one talon and a flintlock in the other. He is dressed in a
baby blue tracksuit and a black watchcap. *
Thaddeous Malvoe:
{{ Color }}
Thaddeous Malvoe:
{{ Grrr, color }}
Burnham Vaul: He swallows his mouthful and
looks at the goth "Oh?" There is amusement
in his voice, but also a hint of reserve.. As if he
senses there is apoint to this conversation beyond
the apparent.
Thaddeous Malvoe:
* The man makes his way inside from off the street
and ignores the sign that tells him to wait to be seated. Instead he turns left
and sets out across the dining room to find his own table. *
Alister Kurth: He takes another drink of water and a bite from the burger
and runs his free hand back through his hair.
Burnham Vaul: ((all this talk of food is
making me mighty hungry lol))
Baby Death: "Yep." She nods. "You're likely to find
your ass sent back home, you keep those kinds of neon signs going. And I don't
mean the Hell that is
Thaddeous Malvoe:
* He flips open a menue,
but the truth is that the eyes search over the other customers. *
Burnham Vaul: "Yes..
I follow you. however i
carry this out of neccesity. it
is awaiting delivery." He pats his bag, and the shoebox-like object it
contains.
Alister Kurth: He pushes the unfinshed food away
from himself and takes another sip of the water swirling it in the glass.
Burnham Vaul -> Baby
Death: ((excactly how narrowed down did
she get it/ is she able to tell if it is the box or not?))
Baby Death: "Awaiting deliver--" She blinks, and tilts her
head, watching him for a moment. "Oh. Oh. That's just...that's just
brilliant. Are you fucking shitting me?"
Thaddeous Malvoe: d10: per/awar: 6,8,5,
Baby Death -> Burnham Vaul:
((She got 4
successes, she knows exactly where it's coming from, i.e. inside the box. Of
course, Burnham doesn't know that. *G*))
Alister Kurth: He mumbles something to himself looking through the glass
at them, matching them and watching the water spin in the glass.
Burnham Vaul: "In house delivery."
Burnham now sounds slightly offended. "What kind of fool do you take me
for?" His ire fades as quickly as it appeared however, and he offers her a
chair. "Pray, suspend jdgement until you at
least know my bloody name."
Thaddeous Malvoe:
* The dark eyes shift to Burnhams table curriously
as he shifts his weight on the chair. *
Burnham Vaul -> Baby
Death: Okay, well he is packing more than whats
in the box. , but what is in the box is part of it.
Baby Death: "What makes you think I don't know your name
already? And if you're doing it 'in-house'..." She does the little quote
marks with her fingers when she says in-house. "...you're even fucking
dumber then I thought."
Burnham Vaul: Burnhams eyes darken, and he rises slowly. "I am
not a fool. and you would do well to keep a civil
tongue." He puts the strap over his shoulder, and drops the money on the table.
"Few know me and even fewer are in a position to judge my actions. i very much doubt that you are one
of those."
Burnham Vaul -> Baby
Death: Im guessing that she is
"sol"?
Baby Death -> Burnham Vaul: ((Sol?))
Baby Death: "Civil tongue, my ass. Proves that you don't know me. Yet." She grins widely. "You're a moron...Burnham.
Luckily, the way you're going on, you won't be a moron for long. You'll be a
prison bitch again." She reaches across the table and stabs her clove into
his steak, extinguishing it there. "See you around." And she rises to
go.
Thaddeous Malvoe:
* The man stands casualy,
thoughts of food forgotten. *
Burnham Vaul: "Somehow i have a feeling that when i do,
you will have been keeping it warm for me." His hands twitch and his voice
gains a certain inhuman echo to it, like they are standing in a cave.
Alister Kurth: He watches the entire afarir, a
slight smirk and he finsihes the glass of water
getting to his feet again. Then the smirk fades quickly. hands
dropping lossely to his sides.
Thaddeous Malvoe:
* Trained eyes look over the dining room as a hand
pulls a red bandana from inside his waistband. He turns away from the register
camera and starts to tie the cloth over his face... *
Alister Kurth: He starts walking towards the door slowly after tucking his
chair under the table neatly.
Baby Death: She snorts. "Yeah, whatever.
Welcome to
Burnham Vaul: "How infantile." He
smiles wryley, and waits for a moment, looking at the
man with the red bandana on his face. "Out of curiosity, which of us would
you have sided with?"
Thaddeous Malvoe: d10: per/awar: 3,9,2,
Thaddeous Malvoe:
* The eyes glance to Burnham, then too the door. * " Shut the fuck up and walk away afore I show you,
bitch. "
Burnham Vaul: "my..
isnt everyone being a little
hostile today.." He walks towards the door, and then leaves. ((lol. remind me to leave them at
home next time.))
Thaddeous Malvoe:
* As soon as the place is clear Thadd
is off like a shot. Out the door and runing
for his car. *
Thaddeous Malvoe:
* Gone *