Come and Play.

[Aughra]

There, standing right on the edge of the city; looking in with old eyes and blinking with heavy, darkly decorated lids, and multicoloured locks that seemed to engulf her head. The dreads had been put in almost real looking yet too decoratively in her own hair. The bright pinks, purples, and black. It was a massive tunnel of a painters vomit, yet lucious. Aughra just stood there, ploting, scheming, and dreaming of what was to come to her mind for this city. What was it that she wanted from here? She wanted to taint it more so? Yet how? Not a clue. The iridescent woman strode slowly closer to the middle of the city. Taking her time and strength to get there.

Yet, stop.

There was something over there. In the distance. Her face and body instinctively turned sharply to the right. What was the being? It was hard to tell being so far away. So, she walked closer, carefully and as sneakily as possible. It was a human. How delightful and lucky for Aughra. The woman spun in join yet, it wouldn't seem like such with her facial features. Consumed by instant desire and craving she piled forward and holstered the fleshling to her and bit within the giving flesh. The very meat that gave and gave so easilt each time her fangs had penetrated. Even though Aughra wasn't too much more than a vampire herself she drug the body with her. Back to her hut in a corner of the city, well, right next to a corner.

She drug the blood pocket closely around the Polyhymnia Station and the bank. A great way to dispose of her little body if she wished to do such yet, she had plans for this one. The fleshy being soon died as she dragged it over the many rocks and miles of broken bottles that became a modern deco for the city. Tossing the body into a back room she allowed it to decay and fester. It always made her feel more like home but she sighed and had crimson tipped finger slide heavily over her face. Smearing her perfectly placed make up. The dark reds and purples pulled down her face to align with her lips and many spikes that jutting from them.

"Mn, ok..yea...what to do? This means talk to the natives, well f**k**g aye."

So pouting to herself the oddly brought up woman treaded back out into the city from her hut and decided to use her tokens for the Station and went on over to another location she had yet to learn. Stood at a corner and sat on the edge, waiting for someone to come whilst coughing. Trying to relieve her throat of the quickly chilled blood that had easily coated her throat.

[elliot]

"Chivalry? It's dead. Women killed it a long time ago."

There's laughter all around and pounding feet. There's wide grins and bleary eyed stares, too. They are men from all walks of life avoiding the responsibilities of stable homes and family. It's something that he himself didn't have any longer. It's what he didn't need to worry of but that didn't make him any less apart of them than the next man. He understood the struggle of life.

All the while he laughs and feels tears prick at the corners of his eyes. It's laughter that makes him feel alive once again; thrumming with heat, too. It's been a long time since he had known this sort of thing. This sort of camaraderie amongst men. They didn't need to watch their tongues and silence their husky note of curses and foul oaths. They could say whatever they wanted.

Then again...

"...we're closing..."

He had to return to the safety and warmth of his den now. It was nice to have suspended his life for a fraction of time, though, and hang himself up. They thought his name was "laddie," and they thought he was a teacher because of the way he spoke of other countries. They treated him younger than he was, when he was anything but, and they questioned him of women; of what he found attractive. There were many questions asked and few answered.

There wasn't enough time to answer them all.

They sought their respective mantles of responbility at the door, though, and bore such with pride as they didn't even look back for a second. He knew then that they felt what he had. That to forget the world for a moment was something to be cherished amongst men before reality was crushing them underneath the unbearable weight that's brought on by love and passion both.

Ah, well...

"You too, laddie, c'mere now. Do ya hava' ride?"

No, he didn't. That didn't matter though. He didn't so much mind public transportation. That, and there's something about the stink of liquor on this man's breath that didn't lead him to believing he'd make it home. Elliot's hand lifts to fish the keys from the man's hands; finger curling within the ring.

"I'll be fine," he assures his new found friend with his overgrown whiskers and bushy brows. His face had turned beet red since they had started drinking; downing pint after pint. "You, though, shouldn't drive," Elliot states and within moments was stuffing the keys within his companion's coat pocket as he came to his feet. All the while the lights were being flicked off and they were ushered out.

It wasn't long until they parted ways and Elliot assured that his companion sought a cab first. Elliot, though, was sure to brave the night as he was oft wont to do. If he hadn't been mauled by a mountain cat then what did he have to fear? Yes, mayhap the more stranger of folks came out and about at this time, but he didn't so much mind that. Yet, little did he know how much of a fool he looked. After all, there was very little grace with being a drunkard then and there.

...little did he know he was nigh about to walk over a young woman.

"Ach! I'm sorry!"