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ataraxionlogs2012-05-24 02:04 pm
siring) wrote in ataraxionlogs2012-05-24 02:04 pm
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CHARACTERS: Niklaus (siring) and OPEN
LOCATION: Oxygen Gardens
WARNINGS: None yet.
SUMMARY: Exploring.Looking for victims.
NOTES: Klaus is a vampire/werewolf hybrid thing. See here for an explanation before tagging in, and let me know if you would be okay with Klaus possibly compelling or feeding from your character. Thanks!
[Klaus has come to detest the quiet. He doesn't do well with boredom either, never has. It caused him trouble during his short time as a human, those days of harmless fun that were ruined by a man with no tolerance for such things. A thousand years worth of memories and it's those that he seems to think about with more frequency when he makes his way through empty halls on the ship. He blames it on the quiet, and the way it sometimes tastes like steel and ash on his tongue. No part of him misses those early days, and Klaus proved that to himself by spending the next thousand years indulging in entertainments that no one would consider harmless.
There's purpose to his steps as he walks down the corridor, fingers splayed and the tips brushing against the walls. He lacks one, but the devil finds work for idle hands. He's made his vulgar promises, as Elijah would say-- ones that held only as long as they suited him. Until he finds the werewolves he has no need for the doppelganger, and as for the requests not to divulge certain information, he saw no reason not to let them all lie to each other. Let them put each other at a disadvantage, it meant less work for him later.
The sound of his own footsteps echo across the hall. The vessel is impressive in size, but it fails to mask a strong sense of containment. The Oxygen Gardens are his destination, he only decides on that as he caught the scent of vegetation. Overgrown as the plants are it's a poor substitute for the outdoors, lacking in all the sounds that nature provides. The chaos that erupted the other week had begun here. His hand reaches out, tearing a leaf off a nearby plant and studying it.
Life support on the ship is a fragile thing, and only some of his needs are readily provided for.]
siring) and OPENLOCATION: Oxygen Gardens
WARNINGS: None yet.
SUMMARY: Exploring.
NOTES: Klaus is a vampire/werewolf hybrid thing. See here for an explanation before tagging in, and let me know if you would be okay with Klaus possibly compelling or feeding from your character. Thanks!
[Klaus has come to detest the quiet. He doesn't do well with boredom either, never has. It caused him trouble during his short time as a human, those days of harmless fun that were ruined by a man with no tolerance for such things. A thousand years worth of memories and it's those that he seems to think about with more frequency when he makes his way through empty halls on the ship. He blames it on the quiet, and the way it sometimes tastes like steel and ash on his tongue. No part of him misses those early days, and Klaus proved that to himself by spending the next thousand years indulging in entertainments that no one would consider harmless.
There's purpose to his steps as he walks down the corridor, fingers splayed and the tips brushing against the walls. He lacks one, but the devil finds work for idle hands. He's made his vulgar promises, as Elijah would say-- ones that held only as long as they suited him. Until he finds the werewolves he has no need for the doppelganger, and as for the requests not to divulge certain information, he saw no reason not to let them all lie to each other. Let them put each other at a disadvantage, it meant less work for him later.
The sound of his own footsteps echo across the hall. The vessel is impressive in size, but it fails to mask a strong sense of containment. The Oxygen Gardens are his destination, he only decides on that as he caught the scent of vegetation. Overgrown as the plants are it's a poor substitute for the outdoors, lacking in all the sounds that nature provides. The chaos that erupted the other week had begun here. His hand reaches out, tearing a leaf off a nearby plant and studying it.
Life support on the ship is a fragile thing, and only some of his needs are readily provided for.]
no subject
A louder cry of pain leaves Bela this time when he bites into her wrist because it's a natural reaction; but she can't do anything about it nor does Bela try to pull away. He had compelled her to be obedient and allow him to do anything he wanted to her without protest. All Bela knows is to not be afraid, even when the pain she felt seemed to get a little too much for her. She could feel his fingers running along the inside of her thigh; just barely though.
She looks at him, her expression unreadable when he releases his hold on her arm: the wound looks angry and sore, with blood still dripping from it.] Okay. I'll go and do that quietly. [Bela answers simply, her tone flat as she looks to her wrist for a moment before she turns to leave.]