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Post by Remila Rite on Nov 30, 2009 23:26:05 GMT -5
Music blasted through the speakers, giving poor Rem a terrible
headache. If it wasn't for Rick, she wouldn't be in this damned
place. He wouldn't want her to be in a place like this, too many
people for her to make friends with, too many people to spill
secrets to. He hand eyes and ears everywhere. Only half of his
children showed up to the wedding between him and her
mother, and his side was completely full, with a few bloodsuckers
standing by the wall because the pews couldn't fit any more of
them.
She was sure there where some watching her right now. But, it
didn't matter. Right now she was flirting with guys and girls alike.
She only went Bi to piss off Rick, but since he was getting reports
on her, she couldn't go straight all of a sudden.
She was acting out of character, and a bit like a slut, but hey.
The drinks she got from the bar was strong. A fake ID can go
along way.
Right now she was dancing by herself, to wasted to care if there
was a vampire nearby. What was the point of wasting an
evening when one could have fun?
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Post by idella annaliese rurik on Dec 1, 2009 0:01:47 GMT -5
The night had been quiet and serene that night as Ida left her dorm room. The moon hung in the sky, a huge silver disk against the velvety black sky. Idella had decided that she could use some fresh air tat night, and thus she had set off for a random midnight stroll, without a word to anyone. But the peace of the night was soon to be interrupted. As the pale vampire glided along the empty streets of Halbrook, her sensitive ears caught a strange sound beneath that of her many silver bangles jingling happily from her wrists. It was music. Loud music at that. Without another thought, Ida turned herself towards the sound, and soon arrived at the most famous of party houses. No sooner than she had found the brimming house full of drunken teenagers and warm beer did she invite herself in, strolling right through the front door. It was yet another keg party that Ida had stumbled upon.
Some of the teens did a double take as Ida waltzed in and scrambled to get out of her way. But others drunkenly stumbled across her path. Rolling her eyes, Ida scanned the crowd for anything fun to do, or torture. Sadly enough, no fun appeared for her at the moment. She spotted a few boys from her school, who were already trashed in the corner, a girl she recognized from her school also, very drunk and flirting with both the guys and the girls, and various other cliques of drunk teenage humans. Sighing, Ida grabbed some boys plastic cup of beer right from his hands and took a sip. She scowled at the taste, but downed it anyway and continued to roam the house. Then suddenly, as she rounded a corner, she ran right into someone. Or rather, they ran straight into her as she would never admit otherwise. She glared down at the human, the girl she had recognized from earlier who went to her school. What was her name again ? Well right now she supposed it didn't matter anyway.
"Umm, excuse you." she said in her icy voice, looking the girl up and down.
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Post by Remila Rite on Dec 1, 2009 0:17:13 GMT -5
Rem had just been minding her own, dancing with a guy from her
Literature class, who she didn't remember the name of, when
somebody ran into her. She may have been drunk, but she
wasn't smashed enough to not know that you couldn't run into
somebody when you weren't walking.
"Umm, excuse you." a voice sneered behind her.
"Excuse me? Excuse you!" She said, voice slurring from all that
alcohol. "All I was doing was dancing, and then you ran into me!"
The guy she was dancing with went to dance with a girl that
wasn't fighting with some random girl. She glarred at the girl
that her alcohol fogged mind couldn't place. "Now look at what
you done! Do you know how long it took for me to to get him to
dance with me?"
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Post by idella annaliese rurik on Dec 1, 2009 0:29:28 GMT -5
Oh dear. Ida could tell that this would be a pain in her ass. She listened to the girl ramble on, her words slurred with alcohol. Ida could barely feel any sort of buzz from the alcohol that she had downed, but then again, that was a vampire thing. She sighed and shook her head at the girl.
"Just admit it little girl. You danced in my way. And, please, I could have had that boy in two seconds if I wanted him. Now, just apologize before things get ugly." She has a sarcastic smirk playing on her lips as she spoke, enjoying every minute of this argument. Humans were so very fun to play with. And she knew that this girl wouldn't give up to her so easily, leading to even more fun. Idella could tell from the moment she had bumped into thid girl, that they probably wouldn't get along in the least. And she was usually right. From the looks of the situation thus far, tonight her assumption wouldn't be wrong either.
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Post by Remila Rite on Dec 1, 2009 17:37:26 GMT -5
Rem bristled. She hated people that where full of themselves.
She was so angry, in fact, that she couldn't stop the words
tumbling fro her mouth. And the fact that the beer had loosen
her lips to wasn't helping much. "Oh please. While I was dancing,
I wasn't walking around dancing, therefor I couldn't have ran into
you. So get over yourself, Vamp-Ella. And Marc has a type, which
is so not you, you blood sucking leech." Ah, the things she came
up with when she was drunk. And she wouldn't even remember
saying it when the booze wore off. She could truly say "I don't
remember saying that" when the girl attacked her next time they
met.
Her angry, alcohol clouded eyes glared at the girl that bumped
into her. She was a slutty/paranoid/angry drunk.
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Post by idella annaliese rurik on Dec 1, 2009 21:26:49 GMT -5
Idella couldn't help it. She laughed out loud, covering her lip glossed mouth with one delicate hand. Humans under the influence had to be her most favorite play toy now. They said the damndest things and it just made her want to roll around laughing. But maybe the alcohol was getting to her a tiny bit after all. Usually, Ida would have already squashed this human girl beneath her bright blue pumps for her attempted dissing. Or maybe it was just a good day for this human. Once she had her laughtr under control, Ida grinned, fangs and all at her.
"Actually girly, it's Idella. But you get cred for Vampella. No one's called me that in.. well... ever. And I suppose you get props for guts too, unless it's all the alcohol talking. Which I'm guessing it definitely is." She waved a hand beneath her nose at the smell of alcohol on the girls breath.
"Honestly though, chicky. You're just not in the position to be even attempting to diss me. I could have you out cold in less than a second." Ida grinned, crossing her arms. She did love to toy with these humans. It made her day that much more fun.
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Post by Remila Rite on Dec 2, 2009 17:37:53 GMT -5
She was so glad she assumed she was going to get drunk. She
got herself in the darnedest situations involving vampires when
she was under the influence.
It probably is never a good idea to give an angry drunk girl a
point object, but hey. As she pulled the small, light double edged
blade, she tossed all concerns out the window, metaphorically
speaking.
You know, she should really stop drinking at parties.
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