ROSE DAVENPORT
Vampire
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Last seen Jan 15, 2024 22:59:00 GMT
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Post by ROSE DAVENPORT on Jan 18, 2022 0:16:42 GMT
dripping Red (With Lana Casswell) Rose decided the moment she stepped in to the place that when she was done with Virginia she was heading back to France. She missed the atmosphere there, the feeling of being surrounded by history and luxury. Whatever this place was --- well, it felt like a slice of hell. Maybe, just maybe, it earned some of her ire because she had memories of sitting in places like this with her so called friends. Milkshakes and fries. Load it up with gossip and laughter. It seemed nearly a life time again and the fact that she still had those images in her brain when she had seen and done so much more bothered her in a way she could not describe.
Still, she pressed forward, weaving in and out of the crowd until she could take a seat at the bar. She eyed the alcohol lining the shelves, making a face at her choices. She would have to make do. She skipped over the wine of course, refusing to entertain the idea of shoddy grapes touching her tongue. She went for the hard stuff, wanting to numb herself to the fact that she was stuck here until she got her little problem sorted.
The drink was placed in front of her. She was about to take a sup when she glanced to her side. Sitting on the stool next to her was a woman that looked about her age (but then again, looks could be very deceiving, she knew that all too well). Rose furrowed her brows together as she took in the sight of her. There was something in her face, something that she recognized immediately. Hunger. No doubt, she had looked very much like that in the beginning days as her life as a vampire. She had been left to her own devices, struggling to understand what was going on in her body and why she had the overwhelming need to bury her fangs in the neck of anyone who came too close. It was a hell of learning curve.
Sighing, she shoved the drink in the woman's direction. "I can tell you need this more than me," Rose drawled, giving her a faint hint of a smile.
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LANA CASSWELL
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CHANEL
— i thought: i cannot bear this world a moment longer. then, child, make another.
Last seen Mar 16, 2024 21:00:27 GMT
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Post by LANA CASSWELL on Mar 13, 2022 23:00:09 GMT
━ i was a firecracker, baby, with somethin' to prove. ━ IT WAS A TEST. Though trivial to some, the mere fact that Lana had stepped foot into the dinky little bar & grill without screaming out loud was an accomplishment. Lana wasn't sure just how much exposure she could handle, but she was determined to try. She simply hoped the natural fear of being exposed would hinder her ever present hunger. That, and the fact that her stomach was full of bagged blood. She wasn't that confident in 'natural fear' responses. Slipping woodenly into a stool by the bar, Lana had stared at her hands for a full ten minutes, shaking her head vehemently at a bartender who had attempted to approach some five minutes before. She was counting backward in English, and forward in broken Cantonese. Deciding that she would order something when she couldn't feel the collective pulse of the entire bar.
Suddenly, without ceremony, a solid tumbler was slid into the Lana's eyeline. She flinched instinctively, leaning back and snapping her head sideways to catch the cat-like eye of the pusher. As if they'd drawn a gun on her, she looked wide eyed and under fire. Lana's hands were in her lap, where she'd been staring at them, so when she lifted them it was with an almost doll-like stiffness. Her hand carefully wrapped around the tumbler, intending to push it back as she shook her head delicately. "That's- that's okay, I don't..." But, she paused halfway through, looking back at the glass as the heat of the room shivered tantalisingly up her back. "Actually, never mind." She muttered under her breath, taking the glass and throwing it back with a hard snap of her neck. It went down like a bed of nails, the booze nipping her throat and warming its way right into her gut. It wasn't entirely unpleasant, but Lana had never been a big drinker. She'd been sort of afraid of what alcohol did to people, how it changed them. That didn't seem to really matter any more, she'd changed quite a bit without it.
Coughing daintily, Lana set the glass down and blinked water from her eyes. It definitely took her mind off the crowd and she blinked in surprise. Laughing in quiet wonder, Lana's face was split in an involuntary grin as she turned to look at the woman again, red hair blazing under the warm sconces. She did not look affronted, nor particularly moved by Lana's unhinged display. "Was that whiskey?" She asked, the oily texture still lingering sweetly at the back of her tongue - everything tasted... more, after she had been turned. Licking the smile from her lips, Lana gently returned glass. "Thanks," She muttered sheepishly, shifting her gaze downward. "I think I did need that, after all." Lana reluctantly let go of the glass, her fingers ungainly as she curled them into a loose fist.
ROSE DAVENPORT | so sorry for the wait, i was on placement!
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ROSE DAVENPORT
Vampire
Posts: 51
Played by:
Mandy
Last seen Jan 15, 2024 22:59:00 GMT
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Post by ROSE DAVENPORT on Mar 19, 2022 22:07:51 GMT
dripping Red (With Lana Casswell) Rose stood her metaphorical ground, practically waving off the initial sounds of refusal. She knew what she was looking at even if the other woman didn't want to give in. Hunger wasn't something that could be readily ignored. It would eat away at you until you had no choice but to give in --- something that could be done easily if you were human. But a vampire? You would definitely get some looks if you decided to take a bite out of the neck of the person beside you.
The denial of how she was feeling was all for show anyway. Everyone had to deny their true feelings at first.
It was just how things went.
Thankfully the brunette saw reason and pulled the glass to her. Rose watched with quiet amusement as she downed it in one foul swoop. She could only imagine what that would have tasted like, let alone how it burned on its way down. While she was waiting for the immediate reaction to pass, Rose looked to the bartender and held up two fingers. Two more glasses please. Given how things started, they just may be needed. Then Rose's attention was back to her newfound companion.
"Yes, that was whiskey. A finely aged one at that. You're supposed to sip it," she pointed out with a bit of judgmental look that was truly all in jest. "But I could tell that you were in hard shape. I hope it helped."
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LANA CASSWELL
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Posts: 14
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CHANEL
— i thought: i cannot bear this world a moment longer. then, child, make another.
Last seen Mar 16, 2024 21:00:27 GMT
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Post by LANA CASSWELL on Jun 21, 2022 0:02:55 GMT
━ i was a firecracker, baby, with somethin' to prove. ━ THE WHISKEY WAS LIKE A BALM TO LANA'S FRAYED NERVES. It didn't take away the jitters, or the twisting ache in her gut, nor had it tasted very good at all. However, there was something about the shock of it hitting her roiling belly that gave her sensibilities a pause. She was much too busy thinking about that, and the woman by her side, to consider the presence of every single beating heart in a one mile radius. It was incredibly freeing, and Lana couldn't help that hysterical little laugh that erupted from her red bitten lips, leaning on her hands on the tacky bar top to stare at the rows of bottles stacked artistically across the mirrored back of the bar. She saw herself through misty green beer necks, and brown glass - a very forgotten part of her thought absently about asking the owner who had designed the display.
"'Fine aged'..." Lana's head wobbled as she donned a badly enunciated, high brow tone of voice. Thick with a poor Virginian twang. It was not a mockery of the woman beside her, her own voice had been far too sultry and pleasing to replicate. "You know, I never understood what people meant by that." She shrugged her shoulders, her leg bouncing restlessly as she lifted her hand to gesture with an open palm of confusion. "Like, I know the definition, but why does it matter so much?" She though aloud, so pleased to be thinking about such trivial things, if only for a moment. It made her feel almost normal, though her skin still buzzed like she was infested with something. "And- and I mean, why on earth would you- you sip it?" She laughed, shaking her head at the red lipped woman with rapt delight. "It tastes like shit!" She snorted her confession, licking the oily texture from her lips as if she did not believe this at all. It did taste awful, but that's part of the reason she had liked it.
Chin slumping back down on curled palms, Lana was hunched over the bar like a sloppy drunk. However, she did not look like a sloppy drunk as her bright eyed smile wavered slightly and the sheen from the whiskey cleared as she was helplessly reminded of why it had felt so good. "I did..." She muttered, clearing the old laughter from her throat like phlegm as she shifted her gaze back to the bottles, counting them in Cantonese, her mouth forming the syllables as she went. "Sorry," She added after she reached 50, letting her gaze slip back to red lips on pale, pale skin. Her face felt a bit flushed, her fingers digging groves into the bar as she counted the veins under her fine, porcelain foundation. "You gave me expensive whiskey and I made fun of it." She rubbed her nose and sat up, her gaze a little too sharp as she forced herself to tear it away. God, what was that smell, she thought in agitation. "What perfume are you wearing?" She asked with a creased brow, though she studiously refused to look back at that shrewd, knowing stare directed at her. Why was she looking at Lana like that? Did she know her? Her eyes flickered back and away rapidly, and then back again. A dizzying circuit that was a little too odd to be human. "Finely aged?" She added as a sarcastic afterthought, her leg continued to rattle the support rung on the stool, like some twisted countdown.
ROSE DAVENPORT | again, sorry for the wait!
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ROSE DAVENPORT
Vampire
Posts: 51
Played by:
Mandy
Last seen Jan 15, 2024 22:59:00 GMT
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Post by ROSE DAVENPORT on Jun 26, 2022 18:12:32 GMT
dripping Red (With Lana Casswell) "Because you stick in an oak barrel and let the flavor seep through it over the years. Some creators have put together their own versions, their own flavors. No two are quite the same. The older the whiskey, the more the flavor of the barrel has infused into it and therefore, the better the taste." She had Iain to thank for this knowledge. The conversations were not always about the finer points of being a vampire and he had only been too happy to share his knowledge on the subject one night when she had asked a similar question. "You never drink it right after it is made --- that would be sacrilegious. Or so I am told. I rarely drink it..." Too many memories attached to a simple glass of liquid. "But tonight I decided to break my streak. Lucky for you." She tilted her head sideways a little, looking past the other woman to catch the bartender's eye once more. She held up two fingers, deciding to replace her missing drink and give the brunette another chance to enjoy the whiskey properly.
The poor thing was clearly desperate for another kind of drink.
"Also, a good whiskey is meant to be sipped while sampling cheeses, fruits, nuts...all things I doubt a place like this is going to serve up but if you get the chance, try it some time." She leaned a little, her mouth going closer to the brunette's ear. "I hear that for some, adding a drop or two of blood goes a long way." She then sat back in her seat and smiled as if she hadn't just suggested something that would turn the stomach of most others in the place.
Rose furrowed her brows at the question. "A hint of lavender. But only a hint. You truly are in a hard way, aren't you?" she asked, a tiny shred of sympathy finding its way into her voice. "That begs the question why you are sitting here in such agony when you could be taking care of what ails you so easily?" She had a feeling she already knew the answer. That pesky conscious getting in the way. Good thing she had parted with hers so long ago.
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