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Digithe Joined: 24 Aug 2003 Posts: 884 | Posted: Tue Mar 30, 2004 6:06 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By Digithe: This theme, Any theme OOC: Temporary setting for a Hellsing-based server. It's got vampires, so I thought I'd put it here for now
A tall man, draped in a thick black trenchcoat sat upon the roof of a tall building, one leg dangling carelessly over the edge. Hanging loosely from the side of his mouth was a thin cigarette, bent as though from rough travel. Under the coat he wore a black vest, lined with a dark red. The color of the tuxedo-like shirt which he wore under this vest matched the color of the lining. Hanging loosely at his neck was a silken scarf, with a shade to match the shirt. His pants, dark as the night, were baggy, and held close to the leg just above the knee by small leather belts. Large leather boots, mud-stained and worn from age and use, were upon his feet. His pants were held up by a thick, black-leather belt, and connected to this was another belt, which fell off slightly to the side, it's lowest point about halfway down the man's calf. At this point of the belt was attached a long-barreled gun, holstered in a leather holster. It was a rather strange looking gun, with a revolver chamber mounted high, and a slide chamber mounted just below it. There were two hammers at the back of the weapon. The man's face was handsome, with a strong jaw and soft cheeks. A pair of wide-rimmed sunglasses was set low upon his small, thin nose and hid slightly his jade green eyes. He had long flowing hair, tied back messily, which was a jet black, although there were streaks of an almost blood-red just barely visible in the soft moonlight. A wreath of smoke encircled his head as he sat, calmly watching the horizon. Below him at street level was a mess of mangled corpses and large puddles of blood. Attention had yet to be gathered in the area, and even the flies were still not attracted. The setting, though not a metropolis, was a fairly large city, with buildings competing for height. At night however, the city calmed down, as its village ancestors had done, and so there were barely a handful of people out on the street who could have noticed it. The man stood up, turning around. In the distance, a new sound could just be made out. As it neared, the swift, repeated rhythm and the loud forceful gusts with which the sound came signified that it must be a helicopter. The rotary aircraft hovered in gracefully, setting down gently a few meters away from the man. As it touched down, the side door slid open and a tall, authoritive looking bespectacled woman stepped out, with long flowing hair. She wore a business-like suit and was adorned at her neck and wrists with small crosses. "You really need to quit going so all-out, Mernov," the lady said in a loud, regal voice. The man, apparently known as Mernov shrugged, crossing his arms over his chest. "I get the job done, don't I?" he responded nonchalantly, his voice deep and resonating. He turned his head to look eye to eye with the woman. "Now, keep your promise. I helped you out with exactly three hundred and fifty vampire-troubles, and that was our agreement. I want my freedom, and someone to bring under my control." "I know, I know," the woman said. She reached into her jacket and pulled out a small bundle of papers, then tossed them over to Mernov who caught them easily in his left hand. "Those are your papers of freedom, and information on the one you're looking for." Mernov examined the paperwork and grinned a toothy grin, showing off abnormally large canine teeth. "I can see you are pleased," The woman continued. She turned towards the helicopter and continued to talk as she walked away. "Farewell, and stay out of trouble. Be ready in case we need your assistance again." Mernov nodded absently as he examined the information. Yes, this would be perfect. He would set off immediately in his search. |
| Eshe Joined: 14 Nov 2003 Posts: 485 | A young woman shuffled about in a small tavern in the nighttime streets. As she ran across the room, a silver cross bounced off her chest, catching glimmers of light from the dim fires in the room. She wore a tight, deep crimson corset over a black, silk gown. With each step she took the cloth clung to her slender figure, giving her a serene yet seductive air around her. Her ebony hair was pulled back, yet from the amount of work she had been doing it was not apparent that she spent a great deal of time on it. For running back and forth all day had caused long tresses to tumble onto her back and into her face. Yet the members of the tavern found this look appealing, and didn't seem to care.
Every time someone called out 'Jeanne!' or 'Wench!', the young woman was forced to stop what she was doing and run over to answer a request. To her dismay, it was usually drunken men that called her over in a futile attempt to bring her to their beds. At the end of the day, Jeanne was thankful for a warm bed of her own to sleep in, without anyone else. As the last few drunks left the tavern, Jeanne went behind the bartop and began to wipe it with a damp towel. She sighed, sitting down on a stool after a few minutes. Life working in the tavern had grown tiresome and mundane; she longed for something more entertaining... |
| Digithe Joined: 24 Aug 2003 Posts: 884 | Posted: Tue Mar 30, 2004 7:30 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By Digithe: This theme, Any theme As the moon neared the height of it's ascent into the starry night sky, a solitary figure suddenly faded into existance, walking forth from the soft mists of the night as though they themselves had spawned him. His great coat billowed behind him as he walked, the windy night air flapping through with all the furiosity it could muster. Despite the blackness of the night the man still wore his sunglasses, and though this would seem to be an odd sight, no passers by thought anything of it. He came at length upon a dreary little tavern near the edge of a quiet little town, and stopped, taking stock of the building. It appeared nearly empty, save for one girl and perhaps the owners of the establishment.
The timing was nigh perfect. The man walked into the tavern, brushing the door aside forcefully, but with reserve, as though worried the hinges wouldn't hold. There, behind the bar, sat the woman of the pictures. Jeanne was her name, and the Hellsing organization's studies showed a great vampiric potential in her bloodline. From her outfit it wouldn't be apparent that she would be right for his purposes, but according to information, she was still a virgin -- the only kind of person who could be turned fully into a vampire. Mernov sauntered casually up to the bar and sat down, crossing one leg over the other, and drawing his coat close to him, so as to hide his armaments. Grinning, but not so toothily as to reveal his heritage, he looked up into the barmaid's eyes. "I'd like a... bloody mary, if you wouldn't mind," He said almost mischieviously, his eyes flickering with anticipation. |
| Eshe Joined: 14 Nov 2003 Posts: 485 | Jeanne looked up as she heard the door open and watched a tall man walk in with her violet eyes. She backed away slightly, intimidated, and turned around to begin shuffling with random bottles. Behind her, the young woman could hear the man take a seat at the bar. The bar was quiet until he rose his voice, requesting a drink. His voice was deep and smooth, and he'd spoken suddenly which had startled her. With a jump she dropped a bottle of rum that she had been holding when he'd spoken up. She turned around and lowered her head, bowing lightly.
"I-I'm so sorry. I'll get your drink right away. I'm sorry..." Jeanne knelt down and picked up the pieces of glass as the owners of the bar walked down the stairs. "Lock up after you leave, Jeanne." a woman said as she walked out. Jeanne looked up and nodded, voicing confirmation as she accidentally cut herself on a piece of glass. She gasped slightly, standing up to grasp a towel. Blood trickled down steadily from the cut. Instead of tending her wound, she decided to give the man the drink he'd requested, first. The barmaid quickly took a glass and sat it on the table, placing several icecubes into it. She then poured the contents of a few bottles into it and placed the glass in front of the man. A droplet of blood ran down the glass from where her injured finger had been. "So.. Um... What brings you here so late in the eve...?" |
| Digithe Joined: 24 Aug 2003 Posts: 884 | Posted: Tue Mar 30, 2004 8:39 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By Digithe: This theme, Any theme "What brings me here?" Mernov repeated the question to show that he was thinking. "Now lets see here..." His voice trailed off into thought, and he looked blankly at the glass in front of him. A trickle of blood could be seen dripping down the side, and he could smell it, tantalizing his senses. He could feel where it came from as well, and he forced himself to remain calm, even with the delicious scent of fresh blood so readily on the air. The vampire lifted up the glass and descretely licked the trail of blood from the side. He wondered how long he would wait before finally drinking of her blood.
"I suppose," the continued, as calmly as possible, "that I was just... thirsty." He spoke the last word with a curious sort of intensity, which likely carried no meaning to one who didn't know of his vampiric heritage. He doubted if the girl even noticed that he'd accented it. "And now I have a query for you, m'lady. What do you think of the night?" Again, he accentuated the last word, though stronger this time as though almost hoping she might read the meaning behind his particular choices of words. |
| Eshe Joined: 14 Nov 2003 Posts: 485 | “The night… you ask…?” Jeanne looked at him softly, feeling an odd shiver run up her spine. For some reason, the young barmaid felt an odd pleasure with very word he spoke. It was as if his voice alone were enough to seduce her into doing whatever he may desire. Her hand throbbed harshly now, for blood was covering most all of her hand. The barmaid gasped and reached for the towel, pressing it roughly against the open wound. Jeanne winced and removed the towel again from the searing pain that she felt when she pressed the towel against her cut. Blood dropped slowly from the towel and fell onto the counter, causing a small pool of crimson to ripple with each drop.
Jeanne ignored the bleeding for now and turned to her guest. “You… asked about the night, did you not?” The man nodded, and she thought for a moment. “Well.. I suppose I’d fancy the night if I weren’t so tired every time the moon rose up into the sky… I’m always so busy… But aside from that, I also don’t have someone to be with, so it isn’t as if I’d be doing much anyway even if I weren’t fatigued..” She trailed off, shifting her gaze from the growing pool of blood and up to the man’s face. Her eyes widened slightly; she could have sworn that he had sharp teeth… or almost fangs… Jeanne shook her head. Of course he couldn’t be a vampire; the Hellsing agency already would have killed him… or would they? Using her good hand, Jeanne heaved herself up and onto the bartop, hanging her legs over the side as she swung them to and fro. |
| Digithe Joined: 24 Aug 2003 Posts: 884 | Posted: Wed Mar 31, 2004 3:10 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By Digithe: This theme, Any theme Mernov forced himself to keep his eyes trained upon the face of the young woman in front of him, who was now sitting upon the bar. He removed the cigaratte from his lips and tossed it to the ground, snuffing it out with the toe of his boot. He lifted the glass on the bar to his lips and took a small sip, the cold liquid passing over his tongue and down his throat. He had grown accustomed to the peculiar taste and was rather fond of it, but nothing could replace the taste of true blood.
Out of the corners of his eyes, Mernov glimpsed the wound on the girl's arm which seemed to be bleeding gently. Though he longed to simply lick the mess up, he had resigned himself to waiting, and so wait he would -- at least, for the moment. "You say you are alone?" Mernov's strong voice spoke. "'Tis a shame, really -- a pretty girl like you. A further shame that you should be so drained of energy..." He trailed off, looking down into his drink. He tried to formulate the proper words, but seemed to be unable to find a safe wording to use. |
| Eshe Joined: 14 Nov 2003 Posts: 485 | Jeanne watched him as he spoke, feeling dizzy just by hearing the sound of his voice. The barmaid took the blood-soaked towel and held it between her fingers, looking at the trail of blood that ran down her arm. “I’m really not as pretty as some other women that come through here… But it’s not so bad.. I really don’t need a man or anything…” While that in itself was a blatant lie, Jeanne looked over to the man once more. “Well… I am quite tired, so I suppose I might want to get to bed…”
Jeanne pressed the towel against her arm once more and removed it. Much to her dismay, the bleeding still continued at a steady pace. The young woman frowned and put the towel into a bin along with several dirty glasses that reeked of beer. Once she’d done this, she looked up to the man once more, that same, mind-numbing feeling running up her spine once more. She glanced at the pool of blood on the counter as she reached for his empty glass. “Your drink is on the house… Mister…?” |
| Digithe Joined: 24 Aug 2003 Posts: 884 | Posted: Wed Mar 31, 2004 3:36 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By Digithe: This theme, Any theme "Mernov," the vampire said calmly. He grabbed a small cloth from an outer pocket of his coat and gripped Jeanne's injured arm tenderly with it, closing his hand carefully around the wound and applying a subtle pressure.
"And if you don't tend to your wounds, you'll end up as Ms. Pushing Up Daisies, if you will pardon my intrusion." The scent of the blood in his nostrils was almost intoxicating, and having already felt the beginnings of the blood lust before entering the building, he was having more and more difficulty keeping himself calm. |
| Eshe Joined: 14 Nov 2003 Posts: 485 | Jeanne attempted to make a lighthearted giggle, but the feeling of his arm on hers combined with the sound of his voice made her lightheaded. For a few moments she stood, watching this enigmatic man named Mernov. The barmaid made a note of how handsome he was, as well as how unusual it was for such a fine looking young man to be alone, especially in the evening. Unwillingly Jeanne pulled her arm from Mernov’s grasp and walked over to a shelf on the wall, struggling to heave the bin up onto the top shelf. She noticed that the wound had stopped bleeding, at last, and that her arm had long rivers of dried blood running along it. As she stood on the tips of her toes, attempting to push the bin up, the young woman spoke to Mernov.
“It’s nice to meet you, Mernov. My name is Jeanne.” Her arms were growing weary, especially the one that had been cut and lost a great deal of blood. “Why are you alone on such a night? The moon is beautiful. I would assume that a handsome man such as yourself would surely have a young maiden in his presence.” |
| Digithe Joined: 24 Aug 2003 Posts: 884 | Posted: Wed Mar 31, 2004 3:54 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By Digithe: This theme, Any theme Mernov stood up, taking a quick wiff of the blood-soaked cloth before returning it to a pocket. He walked calmly up behind the woman, then when he was just behind her, he used one hand to brace her waist and the other to help push the bin onto the shelf.
"I suppose you could say... I have yet to find the right one," He said, his voice dream-like and mysterious. He looked, at this point, directly into Jeanne's eyes, reading the emotions which passed through them. "I am suprised," he continued, his voice growing softer and more calm as he spoke, "that you are alone, m'lady." |
| Eshe Joined: 14 Nov 2003 Posts: 485 | Jeanne looked into his eyes, feeling herself becoming lost in them; his gaze was captivating. It may have been the amount of blood that she had lost that caused her to feel faint, yet Jeanne had a feeling that the touch of his hand to her waist was the cause of her lightheadedness. After a few minutes she was able to break her gaze away from his, her heart pounding in her chest.
“I suppose my reason is the same as yours, Mernov sir. I’ve yet to meet a suitable man. As you well know, the men that I see pass through here every day are no doubt trash.” She paused for a moment, gathering her thoughts. “I should like to meet a strong man someday; one who could take me away from this mundane life that I lead day in and day out. Sly and handsome… Yet the only people like that are vampires, and most of them are being killed.” Jeanne looked up at Mernov and smiled. “I wish I could meet one. I’m sure I’d be much better off as a ghoul of some sort than working in this godforsaken place.” |
| Digithe Joined: 24 Aug 2003 Posts: 884 | Posted: Wed Mar 31, 2004 4:40 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By Digithe: This theme, Any theme Mernov's left brow raised instinctively from curiosity and surprise. Was she for real? or was this really some sort of Catholic ploy to lure him out into the open as a professed vampire? These sorts of things were beginning to not matter as Mernov gazed at the woman. He could see the blood pulsing through her veins; blood he had tasted; blood that carried great potential, if moulded correctly. Mernov didn't mean for the question to come out, he didn't mean to say much of anything just yet. But it did; he was losing control; he had tasted Jeanne's beautiful blood, and it had been delicious, and there was nothing to stop him now.
"Are you a virgin?" was the question he asked, blunt and to the point; he hadn't meant for it to be so obvious, but that was how it came out. |
| Eshe Joined: 14 Nov 2003 Posts: 485 | Jeanne heard Mernov speak, yet his question did not register in her mind until a few moments later. As any girl would, were she asked that question, Jeanne blushed as her eyes shifted about the room.
“Wh… Why… I mean… Ah… What…?” she stammered, feeling faint once more. “Well… ah… I a…” Jeanne felt like a small child; most all women that she knew had already been taken, leaving her behind to feel like a young girl, even at the age of nineteen. Eventually, the barmaid’s heart returned to it’s normal pace of beating, and she clutched her long skirt in her tender hands. “… I am… Why… do you ask…?” She looked down at the ground. “You must find it amusing… All women in this day have already been taken by someone or another… I don’t find it right to just go off with some stranger and… well…” |
| Digithe Joined: 24 Aug 2003 Posts: 884 | Posted: Wed Mar 31, 2004 5:00 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By Digithe: This theme, Any theme "Don't worry," Mernov said slowly, as though forcing his voice to keep a sense of calm. "That's... perfect." He then put his other hand gently on Jeanne's waist and gazed into her eyes. He leaned his head close to hers, and dropped the volume of his voice down so that only she could hear him, despite the lack of people in the area.
"You wished for adventure?" He asked, almost rhetorically. "Then trust me... that is all you must do.... Do you trust me?" |
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