*Wonders into his house, a 8 story mansion and into the living room. He flops down in a large wingback chair with a sigh. His coat, a long black leather trenchcoat, trails behind him. His visible black sleeveless shirt is tight against his bady, showing his curves and form. His leather pants squeak as he moves, placing his feet on an autamin (sp?)* "Tis good to be home, tis good to be home....*sigh*"

ooc- question whats the Rp about?

*ooc: nothing realy, just one of those Rp's that just go with the flow.*

OOC: Can I join?

ooc-- hope you don't mind if I join. btw what's your character's name?

ic-- Sara walks up at a moderate pace to the man in black's home. She quickly knocks on the door with the doorknocker, and waits for the door to open courteously. Sara is a model-thin girl, due to the fact that she is a very young vampiress, and sports very skimpy clothing. She wears only a black bikini top, black leather pants, and a full length leather coat. Sara has black eyes and hair, looking like the ultimate gothic. She taps her foot, clad in a black leather boot, impatiently as she waits for her friend inside to answer the door.

Sumitra joins Sara at the door. Also a fairly young vampiress, her skin doesn't have quite the same pastiness as others. She had met Sara after living in New York, and not being able to trust many people...especially male vampires, she decided to follow Sara along to meet her friend. She didn't tell Sara about her kidnap in France, but she went with the flow. Her black hair with fuschia hung straight, her dark brown, silver rimmed eyes tried to remain content. She looked down at her own clothing-a crocheted duster with a black tank top, miniskirt, fishnets, and boots underneath. Her scarlet-stained lips smiled nervously at Sara.

OCC: Hope you don't mind if we're friends hehe...btw its Ottoman...

*OOC: Like it says Rp for any one so come on in, and my Char's name is Nemekai (nem a ky)*

::As he sits in his living room he hears the footsteps of others within his house and gets up, he ponders greeting them at first but he decides to jump into the ceiling rafters and see if the oncomers are friend or foe. Using his well developed mind he opens the door from afar, so that they may enter at their own risk. He sits in the shadows waiting, calling with his thoughts to them, like an evil whisper in the back of their mind. His eyes if they looked up would give him away for in the shadow, his eyes glowed like two silver full moons on an empty black night making the void seem somewhat filled, tho still very empty. "come......to the parlor........come......."::

ic-- Sara looks over at Sumitra, and asks her, a little unsure of herself, "Are you sure this is the house? This isn't the way Nemekai used to live when I last saw him." Sara bit her lip nervously, and bit down a little harder when she saw the front door open by itself. Looking over at her long-time friend and motioning for her to move first, she says, "Do you want to go first?"

:: As he sat in the rafters he suddenly was hit with the familiar presence of an old friend....Sarah......He smiled and moved thru the shadows to the door, He then dropped down and landed in front of the door, tho he moved quickly enouch that the drop made it look like he "apeared" there. "Sarah....It's been a long time, I am suprised you found me so quickly....Sorry, I had to move the house, I was getting a few "uninvited" guests. Please come in, you must be thirsty." He moved aside and held his hand towards the inner part of the house, directing them in, his usual smile played across his face, showing he was in a good mood. ::

OOC: Me too pick me pick me. :ph34r:

"Sara.... Sumitra..."
He shouted but it was no use he had lost them in the people on the busy streets.
Shirk was a very young vampire turned only a few days ago. He had found refugee with Sara after he was sired and left for dead.
He pondered for a while sitting on the small wall in front of a big house with a dark green door and darkened windows.
His red lined Black mid waist coat draped over the edge of the wall, his muscular arms showing becouse he had ripped the sleeves off his coat.
His steelplated boots klicking as they hit the wall time after time again softly tapping it.
He was wearing a dark green T-shirt that matched his eyes well also a drak green.
His black baggy pants seemed far to large for him now he sat on the wall.
"Where could they be?"

*mutters to Sara* "i guess this is right..."*looks around* "where did shirk go?"

She again faces the stranger again and extends her right arm. "Hello, I'm Sumitra"

A woman emerged from the shadows behind him, smiling. Her thick, curly black hair flowing over her shoulders. She wore a long, flowing, deep-red silk dress. "Are you lost?" Leila asked, pouting her blood red lips.

He turned around so quickly he wound up accidentaly kissing her on the lips as he turned.
He mumbled in surprise and fell of the wall.
"Ouch .... uh yeah I'm lost."
He looked at her eyes vividly pulsating almost glowing as it were.

She raised her one eyebrow, grinning maliciously. "Are you all right?" she asked, giggling.

He got up quickly. If he cold have he would have been redder than a tomatoe.
He spoke with small stalls in his voice showing he was nervous.
"I... I'm fine ma'am."
He jumped up on the wall again and sat down facing her.
"I'm looking for some friends."

"Please, call me Leila." she extended her hand.

He took her hand and smiled at her.
"Names Shirk."
he felt confident again.
"You wouldn't happen to know the people that I'm looking for do you?"
He smiled his fangs showing.
Not used to having fangs yet he covered his mouth with his hand and coughed hoping she hadn't noticed.

"Pleased to meet you, Shirk." she said and supressed a smile as he covered his mouth, pretending not to notice. "As a matter of fact, I do know the direction the went in."

He looked up at her and smiled broadly grinning from ear to ear fangs obviously showing now.
"Really?"
He jumped from the wall and stood next to her still grinning.
"Could you show me where they went please?"
He was now almost hopping around in delight at her words.

She smiled at his behaviour. "Ah, my dear Shirk,what will I get in return?" she asked. "This is not a free wold we live in and I have outher matters to attend to."she lied.

He hastily checked his pocket for anything valuable.
All he found was a dollar bill and the necklace his mother had given to him.
He held the one dollar bill out to her and smiled glumly.
"Will you please take me?"
He blinked slowly.
"Pretty please with sugar ontop?"
He looked to be 18 but inside he had the mind of a five year old sometimes.
He pouted and tried to look sad.

She shook her head in pity."My darling, money means nothing to me. I'll take you, but remember, there is a price to everything..."

He wondered at what she meant by that.
"I need to get to Sara shes my guardian."
He looked at her body wiggling his eyebrows as he did.
"You're very nice Leila. Thank you for taking me. I'll repay you some day."

:: He smiled as greeted the other Woman and noticed behind her the two on thee wall. "Are they with you?" He asked and pointed in their direction. "The female has a strange aura about her......very strange indeed....." He looked to Sarah, because if neither of them were familiar he was going to have to have some "fun" with them. ::

Leila smiled at his compliment and said:" Come, they are entering the place." She led him across the street to the building where the other two women had headed.

He nearly bounced across the street in two paces smiling vividly.
"Thank you so much. How can I ever repay you?"
He reached the door and slammed his fists on them making a rattling sound.
"Wooohooo it's me Sara it's Shirk."
He made alot of racket even though he looked like a fullgrown man.

Leila placed her pale hand on his shoulder." Hush, they know we are come." she said quietly. She did not like to draw attention to herslef unless it she willed it.

He stopped smashing the door with his fists and looked at her.
"Thanks again Leila."
He hugged her like a five year old would his mother.
"You smell nice."
She was very soft to hold. He didn't let go for a while.

Leila raised her eyebrow at hes behaviour. He was so young. It amused her. She hugged him back - it had been a long time since she had had physical contact with any being, and she enjoyed it.

He looked up at her as he let go.
"How do you know Sara? Are you two friends? Sisters perhaps?"
He smiled toothily again.
Not knowing if she was a vamp he did the cough maneuvre again.

She giggled at him, then said:" I do not Know this Sara persionally, I have merely aknowledged her presence a few times. It is hardly enough to call an acquaintance."

He sat down on the doorstep next to her with his legs crossed.
"How do you aknowledge a person? Is it like saying Hi in her head?"
He looked at her full of wonder with his greyblue eyes.

"Almost." she nodded, smiling."It's more like this..."

Her dark eyes locked with his. She let her mind enter his, filling his whole body with her presence, letting him feel the extent of her power, and withdrew again, smiling coyly.

He froze mid smile and looked at her.
"What are you?...."
He stood up again and looked at her intently.
"Could I learn that?"
He took her hand into his and pleaded.
"Will you teach me?"
He stared at her with puppydog eyes and pouted.

She smiled, shaking her head."I am something you cannot begin to fathom." she said, ruffeling his hair as if he saw a child.

OOC:Actually, I cannot begin to fathom what I am either... :lol:

"You have hardly repayed one debt and now yoou are making another." she giggled.
"Hush," she said." all things come in good time."

OOC: Speaking of time: Don't you think it's time you let us in, Nem?

He giggled as she messed up his hair.
"How can you not know what you are?"
He looked at her again wonder in his eyes.
The dark world had only recently become known to him and he knew so little.
"I'm a ..." he almost said vampire but cought himself and refrased.
"Do you know what I am?"
He looked at the doorstep letting his head hang.


OOC: yeah Nem it's getting cold out here. :D
Maybe you're a fathom leila?
I got it you're a fhantom... right?....

OOC: No, silly, my character knows what she is. Only I - in real life - haven't figured that minor detail out yet...

OOC : I know kitten I'm just being a five year old.

OOC: Oh.... * blishing, feeling foolish*

ooc-- sry I haven't posted in a while guys....... I've been studying for finals

ic-- Sara smiles at Nemekai, remembering their friendship. "Don't worry about moving your house, friend... all beings have to change in one way or another at some point." She smiles at his generous gesture, and says, "I'd be honored to come in, but first let me introduce my companions. This is Sumitra, and this is Shirk. Shirk and Sumitra, this is Nemekai, an old friend of mine." Sara smiles, showing her young fangs as she points out each of her friends to Nemekai.

OOC : but but .... I'm still outside...
*giggles sheepisly at leila.*

:: doing his normal and very low formal bow he greeted both, but yet as he bowed he did not take his eyes of leila, something about her did not sit right....maybe the council had sent just as they had sent all the others...he did not know, but he would let time tell its tale. "Please please, it is a cold full mooned night, ripe for hunting, but let us enter and sit in my parlor." Again he moved aside so that could enter. ::

Shirk nodded a hello to the man and walked in looking ay everything and nothing at the same time.
"Nice place you have here man.."

ic-- Sara entered Nemekai's home, smiling at his hospitality. Her smile progresses, as she starts to show her young fangs. Turning her head around, Sara motions for Sumitra to follow her in, pulling her leather coat around her, for she is getting cold.

He stretched out his hand towards Leila.
"You coming?"
He didn't want his new friend left behind , especially since he was still in her debt.

::He was the last to follow, he followed Leila, trying to see if maybe he could get something off her body language. Not getting anything yet he shook his head and followed. When they entered the parlor, he pointed to the bar at the far end of the room. "If you would like something to drink please help yourself. Sarah, if I could have a word in private?" He motioned to the door on his right, which was the door to his aviary (study).::

Sirk leaped over to the bar and mixed himself a spechi.
It was a mixture of lemon soda and coke.
He slurped the drink in one gulp and let out a small burp and grinned at leila.
"You want sumtin?"

ic-- "Of course, my dear Nemekai," Sara says to Nemekai, "I'd be honored." She follows his gesture into the beautiful study, glad to be so near to her dear friend. When she had almost entered the room, however, Sara looked back longingly at the bar. God, I'll kill for a blood martini now. Just something bloody to wet my tongue and throat. She thought, but still headed into the study of her good friend Nemekai.

" No than you, my dear. I do not drink..." Leila amswered Shirk, keeping her eyes on Nemekai and his companion. He was suspicious of her, she sensed it in the energies he exuded. What does he know, she thought.

He looked up from his empty glass and looked at Leila.
"What's wrong?"
He knew in the back of his head that she didn't like Nemekai.
"He's a bit creepy isn't he? You sure you don't want anything?"
He rummaged through the small fridge and started putting bottles on the counter.
"Oooh this looks nice."
He took a bottle made from dark blue glass filled with a dark liquid thicker than water.
He took a glass and sipped from the stuff.
His pupils narrowed.
"Wow this is good. lets see what I can concurr from all this."
He started mixing random alcohol drinks with the stuff from the blue bottle and gulped them down saying lots of weird things.
"Mmmm this ones nice. Bweagh yuk not this one."