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sirenspull_logs2012-05-22 01:10 am
dilemma) wrote in sirenspull_logs2012-05-22 01:10 am
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no rest for the wicked
Who: Damon Salvatore & Open~
When: The night of May 21st
Where: The Underground Mall
Summary: Damon's out doing his usual hunting, though things are a bit different with the sickness going around. He's taking full advantage of the weakened population.
Warnings: Possible language, violence, blood sucking?
The recent outbreak of sickness has been disconcerting to say the least. In nearly two centuries Damon had never seen an outbreak of sickness sweep a city of this side so quickly, but he couldn't say he's surprised about all the groups jumping to their feet with a cure. Science or faith didn't matter, both of them were manipulating the population out of their money and their senses. How, exactly, a world chock full of power-goodness was severely lacking in someone to reverse the effect of the flu was beyond him, but there were some benefits to all the fuss.
The Underground Mall is a place Damon frequents on nights like these when blood bags just wont cut it (way more often than you'd think). It was typically a bustling center of life day or night in the city, but as of late the number of patrons roaming around was at a minimum, and the few that did venture out were feeble at best. Oh well; he'll just have to make up for the ease of play at a later date.
From one siren to the next Damon's wandering around the various attractions of the mall in search for a few humans to get his fill, never staying in one spot to long to avoid seeming too suspicious. He's played this game before and not a fan of lurking; his charm is much better at luring people into the trap than all that.
( ooc note • Note: Damon does not kill his victims, but rather drains them to near-death, heals them with his blood and erases their memory. Feel free to run into him, specify if you'd like to just interact or be a victim. Either way, please fill out my Permissions Post. Be sure to let me know where in the Mall you'd like to run into him, any thing you'd like to avoid, any limitations, etc~ )
When: The night of May 21st
Where: The Underground Mall
Summary: Damon's out doing his usual hunting, though things are a bit different with the sickness going around. He's taking full advantage of the weakened population.
Warnings: Possible language, violence, blood sucking?
The recent outbreak of sickness has been disconcerting to say the least. In nearly two centuries Damon had never seen an outbreak of sickness sweep a city of this side so quickly, but he couldn't say he's surprised about all the groups jumping to their feet with a cure. Science or faith didn't matter, both of them were manipulating the population out of their money and their senses. How, exactly, a world chock full of power-goodness was severely lacking in someone to reverse the effect of the flu was beyond him, but there were some benefits to all the fuss.
The Underground Mall is a place Damon frequents on nights like these when blood bags just wont cut it (way more often than you'd think). It was typically a bustling center of life day or night in the city, but as of late the number of patrons roaming around was at a minimum, and the few that did venture out were feeble at best. Oh well; he'll just have to make up for the ease of play at a later date.
From one siren to the next Damon's wandering around the various attractions of the mall in search for a few humans to get his fill, never staying in one spot to long to avoid seeming too suspicious. He's played this game before and not a fan of lurking; his charm is much better at luring people into the trap than all that.
( ooc note • Note: Damon does not kill his victims, but rather drains them to near-death, heals them with his blood and erases their memory. Feel free to run into him, specify if you'd like to just interact or be a victim. Either way, please fill out my Permissions Post. Be sure to let me know where in the Mall you'd like to run into him, any thing you'd like to avoid, any limitations, etc~ )
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He lets his hand drop away from her and slips both of them into his jacket pocket; A normal, non-aggressive thing for someone to do, but he doesn't move away. Eyes locked on her, he ducks his head some to get a good look at her. Still smiling, still charming, still working.
"You gonna be alright getting home? I'd be a jerk if I hit you and sent you on your way in a daze."
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"Maybe. Depends if I should just get a room for the night or go out in those Darkness cabs things. Ever been to one of those?"
Because she rather go back to her apartment than to spend money on a motel. She's got to go to work tomorrow.
fyi just let me know if you have an issue with anything D:
Damon drops his voice a little into practically a whisper, locking his icy blue eyes with hers. Calm and steady, his pupils flux gently as he attempts the compulsion. "I will show it to you. Just follow me," he says, voice like honey; smooth and irresistible. She can attempt to break free from the suggestion, though Damon's fairly confident his technique has worked properly. Even if, it's always easier to handle these situations before his trust comes into question.
It's cool!
But her musings soon come to an end as she feels a certain tug, something pushing her to just . . . follow him. Just do what he says. Even if it sounds kinda weird on the surface, she just feels she just gotta do it.
Zoey nods. "Sure. Lead ahead."