no rest for the wicked

[dilemma]

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~ )

Comments

Near the Crest Theater / victim and/or awkward immortal brotimes?

[czes]

This little boy is out past his bedtime. Czeslaw been laying low since the so-called pandemic hit, mostly because he doesn't want people to notice how he's very, very much not getting sick. Such is the pitfall of being immortal. Not that he's regretting it much. With an immune system that dates back to the 18th Century, it's unlikely he would survive even the strains of influenza that float around and barely give children a case of the sniffles these days, if his immortality was ever stripped. Still, he's been doing the ostrich thing for weeks now, and he's bored. At least nowadays the cops are way too few in number to care much about an unattended newcomer child, or maybe they never cared in the first place.

He blows a bright blue bubble with gum, snaps it, and considers his situation. That's when he spots a guy here without a girlfriend or boyfriend or whatever, and young at that. Young men are the best for this kind of thing.

"Hey, hey mister...!" Czeslaw trots over on tiny legs and approaches Damon. "Do you wanna go to the movies? They're showing zombie movies but they said I can't go without a chaperone. I'll give you fifty bucks, you can keep whatever's left after you buy us both tickets and go in with me."