Post by arielle on Sept 6, 2012 15:58:54 GMT -5
[style=font-family: times; font-size: 30px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; color: #aaaaaa;]I LOVE THE WAY
that you bleed it's dripping over me my tongue is loving the taste of skin between my teeth it's like a dead masquerade so come and dance with me my flesh it starts to decay i'm dropping to my knees
Yawning in a mildly human-like manner, Arielle arose from her slumber the moment the sun hit the horizon. She was young and she loved the night life. If the blonde vampire wanted any time to get dressed and ready, she'd have to rise early. Her small, pearly fangs popped out of her mouth as her pale, rose lips parted. Slitting her eyes in the dark room, she could see everything, despite not wanting to rise yet. Sliding open the closet door with an easy motion of her hand, Arielle browsed her various outfits before settling on a brand new, red satin dress. Of course it was classier than most clubs would care for, but she wasn't a floozy and she had no intention of appearing as such.
Although Arielle Rousseau had not been an undead nightdweller for long, she had been one long enough to know the basics of not being caught. Smiling as she painted her pale lips back to life and gave her blonde hair a shake, she admired herself in the mirror. Finished reviving her look, she sashayed out of the house, into the newly risen moonlight. The air was crisp on what ivory skin was exposed, but not enough to make one need a jacket. As a vampire, the cold didn't exactly bother her, but Arielle liked to keep her lifestyle mostly to herself. Deciding against hailing a cab, the long legged beauty instead turned her feet towards the sidewalk and made her way down the street. The streetlamps gave of plenty of light - not that she needed it - and with a flick of irritation, Arielle could tell they made her skin appear sallow. This was not acceptable. Another toss of her golden fount of hair had her moving at a much more brisk pace than before.
In no time at all, she arrived at the Red Line. This was a club she knew for a fact catered to those of her kind. There were back rooms in which vampires lured - or lead, if the person was willing - their companions and fed. She didn't know if it was permitted or not, but that didn't stop the fiery tempered woman from doing as she pleased. Arielle had never feared authority, even when it would have behooved her to do as such. Flashing the guard a vibrant smile, she didn't have to wait very long to gain entrance. Stepping past him, into the crazed flashing of strobe lights, Arielle felt his hand curve down her rear end for a brief pat. Turning ever so slowly, her cat-like gaze caught hold of his. "Tsk. Tsk. We shouldn't be doing that now, should we?" She waited for his sluggish nod before continuing, "I think a fitting punishment would be for you to go home tonight, and kill yourself, yes?" Another slight nod followed this and with a grin, she spun her petite form, giggled and entered.
Although Arielle Rousseau had not been an undead nightdweller for long, she had been one long enough to know the basics of not being caught. Smiling as she painted her pale lips back to life and gave her blonde hair a shake, she admired herself in the mirror. Finished reviving her look, she sashayed out of the house, into the newly risen moonlight. The air was crisp on what ivory skin was exposed, but not enough to make one need a jacket. As a vampire, the cold didn't exactly bother her, but Arielle liked to keep her lifestyle mostly to herself. Deciding against hailing a cab, the long legged beauty instead turned her feet towards the sidewalk and made her way down the street. The streetlamps gave of plenty of light - not that she needed it - and with a flick of irritation, Arielle could tell they made her skin appear sallow. This was not acceptable. Another toss of her golden fount of hair had her moving at a much more brisk pace than before.
In no time at all, she arrived at the Red Line. This was a club she knew for a fact catered to those of her kind. There were back rooms in which vampires lured - or lead, if the person was willing - their companions and fed. She didn't know if it was permitted or not, but that didn't stop the fiery tempered woman from doing as she pleased. Arielle had never feared authority, even when it would have behooved her to do as such. Flashing the guard a vibrant smile, she didn't have to wait very long to gain entrance. Stepping past him, into the crazed flashing of strobe lights, Arielle felt his hand curve down her rear end for a brief pat. Turning ever so slowly, her cat-like gaze caught hold of his. "Tsk. Tsk. We shouldn't be doing that now, should we?" She waited for his sluggish nod before continuing, "I think a fitting punishment would be for you to go home tonight, and kill yourself, yes?" Another slight nod followed this and with a grin, she spun her petite form, giggled and entered.
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