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| The Bathwater's Cold; Nora and Vry -- Open | |
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| Topic Started: Monday, 21. April 2008, 10:07 (231 Views) | |
| Lenora | Monday, 21. April 2008, 10:07 Post #1 |
Lest Jealous Heaven Stole Her Heart...
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The buzz of needle meeting skin became the monotonous soundtrack to Nora's life these past few years. With the colorful splashes of social indulgences every now and then and the pain of hitting a tender nerve when treading on sensitive grounds, her existance could be easily compared to the anatomy of one her tattoos. Sadly enough, her life wasn't as intricate as the designs she was sinking into her clients' skin. That is, until now. It seemed that the world only needed a night or two to come caving in on her. Tonight, she felt, would be one of them. Perhaps it was paranoia, or just a women's premonition, but the feeling in her gut was more then just a "feeling". It was only a few nights ago that she had run into Edward, as if that weren't traumatizing enough, it seemed that Vry had become more a mind game then an actual person. "Nora, there's someone here to see you." "I'm busy." "No you're not." "Oh for Fuck's sake, who is it then?" "I'm not entirely sure, but I think it's important..." Nora sighed irratibly, "Alright, I'm coming." |
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| Vry | Monday, 28. April 2008, 15:13 Post #2 |
Clan and Alligence Unknown
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Very few mortals know what it is like to lose all sense of context. The few who do have most likely experienced this dizzying phenomenon after consuming large quantities of hallucinogenics. Turning into a creature which you did not even believe in tends to blur the lines between reality and the imagination until all manner of will o wisps leak from the depths of the psyche to plague the beholder. Vry leaned casually on the counter as unchanged as if he stepped out of Lenora's mind. An appiration from the first time they had met, complete with his chocolate brown fedora and a hand rolled clove cigarette. He seemed to see nothing wrong with smoking indoors or dressing too warm for the season. "Hello Nora". |
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| Lenora | Tuesday, 29. April 2008, 08:00 Post #3 |
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Nora pushed off the desk and stood up, striding out of her cramped bubble to be faced with the very man she was fearing would show himself. Leanne, the store manager, followed closely behind her with curious eyes. "Who is he?" "...An old friend." "You don't seem very happy to see him" She whispered "Leanne, do I have anybody coming in this evening?" "Yes, a bloke just left requesting you." "Push him back." "But he'll be coming back any minute!" She sounded frantic. "Tell him I had to leave on emergency; sick grandmother or something." "But--" "Just do it." Leanne's shoulders sagged as she sighed in defeat, leaving Nora to stare at Vry in a sort of nostalgic stupor. Shaking off her apprehension, she neared him slowly, unsure if it was even him at first. The sound of his voice was both comforting and terrifying to her, because it was him. In the flesh. Dead but walking. "Vry..." It sounded foreign on her tongue,"What are you doing here?" |
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| Vry | Tuesday, 29. April 2008, 20:04 Post #4 |
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Dark, expressive eyebrows furrowed in mock injury. It was a look that had been given to puppy kickers since the dawn of domestication. "Can't an old man say hello?" Vry looked like several things, but old was not one of them. The way he leaned on the counter top and flashed far too many white teeth suggested that he was a charming Jackal in a sheep suit. "I guess you wouldn't believe me if I told you that I was considering a tattoo. The idea had always confused him. For a man who spent his nights flying over Paris as a large black bird, general body modification seemed childish. He doubted that it would last very long in kindred skin anyhow. |
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| Lenora | Wednesday, 30. April 2008, 10:16 Post #5 |
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"Your guess is pretty accurate...but I don't see what it could hurt." Nora moved past him, a little close for comfort, and enough for his scent to fill her senses and remind her of old times. He looked the same as he did the night they met, whether that meant something or not she couldn't really decide, but she sure as hell didn't feel as sociable as she did that night those few years ago. Leanne was sitting behind the counter on the phone, although her eyes never left the man leaning up against it. She had the phone cord twisted around her finger, paying no mind to Nora, who was trying to talk to her. "Leanne." There was no response. "Leanne, get your eyes off Vry and listen to me." That seemed to get her attention as her cheeks flushed red and she finally brought her gaze to Nora. She hung up the phone and glared, "What is it, your Majesty?" She said through clenched teeth. "Oh, calm yourself. Instead of giving a get up to that bloke you were going on about, just tell him I had another client." "But I already told him you were free for the night." "Well, that was a lie." "What was I supposed to say?!" "Nevermind. If he shows up, I'll deal with him." "...Whatever." Leanne walked away, leaving Nora by herself with the one person that she feared. Normally, it would take copious amounts of cocaine and whiskey to put up with this, but for some reason she was relatively calm. Perhaps it was because this was her territory; her realm. Glancing to Vry as she flipped through her appointment book, she pulled the pen nestled behind her ear out and wrote his name into the soonest timeslot. She couldn't believe she was actually doing this, but perhaps by the end of the evening she could make amends with Vry instead of push him away again. She finally stopped and looked deep into his dark eyes. Part of her missed him terribly, but another side of her wanted nothing to do with him. Sighing, she dropped the pen on the counter and pressed her palms against the battered wood surface. "Do you know what you want to get? It should only take a few minutes to draw, depending on the size." |
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| Vry | Thursday, 1. May 2008, 09:21 Post #6 |
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Vry hadn't noticed the other attendant until Lenora drew attention to her. Leanne, was it? The little note pad in the back of his mind tucked that away in case it may be useful. Sensing her lingering eyes, he gifted her with a sly wink over Nora's shoulder. It promised mischief. A pair of incisors teased his lower lip. "I wouldn't want to be a bother" he lied, giving her an easy out. He wanted answers, not a tattoo. Though, it couldn't hurt. If he didn't like it, he could just purge the ink from his skin. It would give him an opportunity to talk to his childer. Dig into her mind. Relax her. Find out what had driven her insane. "I've never been much for tattoos." he admitted, trying to pick significance from Lenora's own. "Perhaps I've never quite understood them. What do they do for you?" |
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| Lenora | Friday, 2. May 2008, 07:42 Post #7 |
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The sound of Vry's voice was drowned out by the whispers inside her head. You're treading in dangerous waters... He's my sire. And your enemy. Why? Don't play coy; you know why. You fear him for more reasons than one... Only because I ran. You know what he can do. Don't doubt he'll do the same to you. He's all I have left... That won't stop him. Nora's eyes stared off into empty space, glazing over with an expression of blankness as she fought to swim through the rapid rush of thoughts that flooded her mind. Time and space seemed to collide in such a way that she was lost in her own world for those few moments. She was unconsciously digging her nails into the old wood, before suddenly snapping out of this trance she had cast upon herself as her eyes darted frantically around the room. Perhaps she had forgotten where she was, but it was in those few moments that gravity seemed to set in and weigh down on her. "I'm sorry, what?...Oh! Tattoos? Tattoos...are the epitome of self expression, and commemoration...healing, even. Everyone has their own reasons for getting them." She trailed her finger up her arm, "All these mean something different, and some mean nothing at all. Love, hate, loss, gain...blood shed, tears...it's hard to explain really, but in a way, I thought it would help express myself...seeing as I can't write if my life depended on it..." She took out a piece of thin parchment and a pencil and began sketching. It was nothing and everything in particular. A mess of filigree, thorns, and tribal markings that made a snaking pattern down the paper that would soon wrap around his bicep and end at of his wrist. She thought it fit his eccentric nature mixing something as delicate as the bursts of filigree with the jagged edges of the thorny vines interwined with tribal veins. There was a spider web here, black feathers there. Things that seemed to remind her of him. "Done." She cut out the design and leaned over the counter, masking his dark skin with the thin paper, her fingers grazing his cold flesh as she wrapped the paper around to fit his arm. "I think it'd look good here. What do you think?" |
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| Vry | Friday, 2. May 2008, 09:04 Post #8 |
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A sad look spread behind Vry's eyes as he glanced down as his childer amidst her work. What had he done to turn her mind into such a fractured thing? Even her explanation sounded unstable; an uncomfortable mix between a rehearsed response and a bitter excuse for her inability to write. Truth be told, Vry had never read her writing. There was no way for him to judge how good she was. Had this extraordinary lack of confidence been present when he had met her in that coffee shop so many years ago? When he had decided to take away her life? The sad expression melted into one of patience and attentiveness as she glanced up at him. He didn't wish to make her feel any more uncomfortable. Nora didn't enjoy being judged. Vry looked at the design for the first time as she placed it on his wrist. What a clever way of showing a customer how it would look. He would have never thought of it. After what seemed like a long time, he nodded and looked up at Nora. "Good work, Nora. I like the... he twirled a finger towards the design, desperately seeking the appropriate words. "...the lines." he finally said lamely. He wanted to ask why he reminded her of thorns. The feathers made sense, he loved the way she had done the feathers, but the thorns seemed so malicious. Webs. Filigree. It all looked oddly familiar. "So, when can you fit me in?" He had just purchased a few more hours to try to figure out what was wrong with Nora. He would have to make them count. |
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| Lenora | Saturday, 3. May 2008, 12:54 Post #9 |
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"Well, I just penciled you in, so go have a seat over there" She pointed to her station, "It's the one without a mirror..." Coming out from behind the counter, she dissapeared into the back and came back two minutes later with a sort of temporary tattoo to apply to his skin. She straddled the seat beside him and took his arm, pressing the design on the inside of his wrist and holding a damp cloth against it as she prepared the ink and needles. This was perhaps the most tedious part; the things it took before she could lose herself in her concentration and passions for this trade. Tattooing was about all she had to rely on these days. Slowly lifting the wet paper from his wrist, she glanced at him before looking over the stenciled design on his flesh. She took a thin pen and filled in the details more accurately, and seemed to forget who's arm she was scribbling on. She finally laid his hand down on the arm rest of his seat and turned to her small make-shift studio and readied her hand with the tattoo gun. It fit so perfectly there, she could have been born with it poised in her grasp. Turning to him again, a faint and foreign smile tugged at the corner of her mouth. There was nothing she wasn't proud of when it came to her work, and she was about to endeavor on a new masterpiece of her own accord. She was relaxing finally, the stiff set of her shoulders melting to the calm and collected persona she slipped into when she was in tune with her senses. The whispers in her head were silenced for the first time in a long time. "Don't worry, everything's steril, not that it would harm you anyway. I'm guessing your pain tolerance is pretty high, so this shouldn't hurt that much at all. You'll get used to it after the first hour or so." She slipped on a pair of latex gloves and popped her knuckles before placing a steady hand on his forearm and bringing the gun to his skin, pressing her foot on the power pedal beneath them and made the first line, tracing the silhouette of one of the black feathers. "So...what are you really doing here? You've been fucking with my head for the past three days." |
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