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First night in Detroit.
Topic Started: Feb 27 2007, 11:08 AM (355 Views)
Eleanor Milano
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Art has never been made while thinking of art.
She had just arrived in the city in the same night. She had not fed, but she was not hungry. Some of her power was focused in making her appear close to human, but it was an automatism, like breathing for human. Part of your brain focuses on it, but you never realise it.

Her long green silk dress was flowing in the wind. She looked in the sky, and her watch told her it was the night anyway. Did this sky really stay dark all day? It was something she had hard times believing. It was impossible. And if it was true, what could do such a thing? It did not matter, no, it did not.

She was standing against a tree, looking at the stars in the sky, and smiling to herself. So far away from home, but she felt good here. She might stay for a while. Especially if the rumors were true. No more hidding from the sun, because it would never appear. So perfect.

She moved her long black hair away from her face and smiled again. The night smelled good, and she could smell the mortals blood. They were standing somewhere in the park. They were safe, she would not hurt them.
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Drucilla Damonica
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She had needed to go for a walk, everything was happening to fast, and she wasn't sure what her next step should be, or how soon she should even act. Drucilla had managed to secure a job bartending at one of the clubs that the Anarchisten Clanlieter Marcus Degaul ran, her first day would be tomarrow, and frankly she was nervouse. How could she have ever thought that she could take down someone as powerful as that man. She had felt it rolling off of him like smoke from a chimney.

So here she found herself, walking through the park, in Kunstler territory. She new that she shouldn't be there, but dammit, there weren't any lavish parks like this in Anarchisten territory, everything was so run down, she figured it was worth the risk.

Drucilla stopped by a fountain and admired the scenery, well what you could truly see of it in the dark. The sound of the water splashing down onto the stone of the fountain was so rythmic that Drucilla actually found herself getting kind of sleepy, and eventually nodding off sitting upright against the fountain.
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The tree was facing a fountain, but she was not looking at it for a while. She was listening to it as she watched the stars. So shiny, and she wondered, was there one of those that was dead long ago already? The light was so slow to move.. it would take years before it would disappear from here. She sighed and looked at the fountain, noticing another. Vampire, that was obvious. She stood, leaning against the tree, staring at the woman with curiosity. The woman seemed to get sleepy, and it made her laugh silently. The fountain was indeed relaxing.

She made a few steps toward her, then suddenly stopped. What if she would not like being watched? What if she was in another clan, one that the clan that she was a part of by bloodline was in war with? She swallowed and stopped moving completely. She hadn't met the 'leader' yet, but... who knew.
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Drucilla Damonica
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She was dreaming of a time when her brother whom she had changed to keep with her used to walk by her side down the market streets. After her Lord was taken from her, all she had left was her brother Henry. In her dream they were playing ring around the rosies in a large field of daisy's, they were children in her dream. She could feel the warmth on her face, and hear the song as they sang it and spun around eventually falling to the ground.

Suddenly Drucilla's dream was interupted, her eyes stayed closed but she listened for the faint movement, breathing of another. She could here the stop of footsteps as someone quit moving, and she carefully reached into the pocket of her jacket with as little movement as possible, and retrieved a silver dagger from it's sheath. She that there for a few more moments wondering if this was it, if she had been caught by Kuntlers trespassing.

Finally she opened her eyes, still not moving, still trying to act as though she were asleep. She saw a dark haired woman in front of her, and her anticipation rose. Why had they not made a move, where they unsure of her also? she wondered.
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She stared at the woman, frozen for a few moments, wondering what to do. Walk to her and greet her? Turn away and run? Running was for cowards, but... she did not want to find herself in the middle of a war, or something like that. The woman did open her eyes, and El knew that she had seen her, that there was no more turning back. After a few more moments, she started walking toward her, trying to smile and appear pleasant, and definately not intrusive or dangerous.

"Hi." She said gently. "I am sorry, I did not mean to wake you up." She said. She tried to sound soft, calm, but she still was not sure she should walk toward her. Something told her, maybe she should turn around and leave. She ignored the little voice. "It's a nice.." she glanced at her watch. "evening, isn't it?"
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Drucilla wasn't sure how to take the woman that approached her, honestly she couldn't believe that she had, she smelled of Kuntsler blood and this made Drucilla's hair stand up on her arms, she was extremely uneasy kept the blade postioned ready to strike. Drucilla stood up her eyes remaining locked on the woman, a dark look upon her face.

" Yes it is, can I help you." She asked wearily. She began moving around the fountain a bit as nonchalantly as possible as if she were just wondering, though in reality she was gaining distance between her and the stranger.
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She frozed and stared in front of her, at the woman. She sure did not seem to want her to come closer, so she stopped and shrugged. "I'm new in the city. Just wanted to be... sociable. Nevermind." She shrugged again and turned around, thinking about leaving, but not, not yet. Maybe she could get some informations about how the city worked and what were the rules. She took a deep breath and turned around to face her again.

"I did not mean to bother. Just say the word and I will walk away." She was not aware if there was inner city wars, like between clans or anything. Maybe she should have tried to have that information before coming in the city. Maybe.
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Drucilla stopped as the woman mentioned that she was new in town. A Kunstler who was new, and obviuously didn't realize the clan situations yet, so she muct not have met the Kunstlers clanlieter yet then either. Drucilla's tiny mouth twisted into a rather disturbing smile for a moment before she caught herself and placed a masked friendly expression across her pale features.

" Sorry I get a bit paranoid sometimes." She joked trying to lighten up the mood.

" I'm Drucilla, Dru for short." She said stepping forward and extended her free hand, still holding the knife secure and hidden in the other.
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She squeezed her hand, quickly, a smile forced into her face, trying to make it look natural. Slowly, her expressions became softer, and it finally did look natural. "Is there anything I should know before I start upsetting every vampire in the city?" She teased, smiling still. Truth was, if there was some sort of... stay-with-your-clan rule, or a war between them, she'd need to know. She didn't want to be in the middle of a fight.

"I did not get to speak to the clanlieter yet."
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Drucilla Damonica
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Drucilla wasn't sure how to answer the woman, she really wasn't in any place to start laying out the rules for this woman, that could get her in trouble, so she decided to play it safe for the most part that is.

" Ya know, as far as I'm aware there isn't really any reason for the other vamps to have issues, I just get touchy around new folks is all, expecially when I've just woke up." She said with a laugh, deciding not to tell the girl about any of the territories she should watch herself in. Just the idea of the girl getting into some shit made Dru feel kinda warm and gooey inside.

She gave the girl a big smile, " so where did you move from? and whats your name?" She asked stepping up onto the edge of the fountain, and balancing herself as she walked around the stone edge.
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