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Post by Chloé Flannigan on Oct 31, 2009 21:59:04 GMT -5
Chloe’s head tilts back as she laughs. There’s nothing she loved more than brutal honesty. There were far too little honest people in this world. Instead, it was full of suck-ups and sycophants. Sure, she could be intimidated and put off by brutal honestly that’s directed at her—but that’s only because she didn’t believe her self-esteem could handle criticism. But she’d hidden away in her shell so long that she’d never given herself the challenge. When the deliverer of the honesty was a friend, however, so much the better. It was easier to vent with someone like that. Someone like Jac.
Her laugh is replaced by a bow of her head and a blush as the two of them glide off the escalator, Chloe’s practices steps leading them toward the CD section as if she could walk this path in her sleep.
“Yeah yeah. I blame it on the dim lights and the alcohol.” She mumbled. It was a pathetic excuse. It was something Chloe had to fix—if ever a marginally attractive man lavished attention upon her, she was able to immediately overlook his flaws and only focus on his virtues. Unfortunately for Vincent, his good looks had been his only virtue. It was something Chloe had only realised later.
“He was a bit…” She screwed up her face in a thoughtful expression, trying to extract the right adjective, “…well, you said it. He was a bit of a show off.” She concluded, lazily stealing Jac’s own adjective. “Besides, I hadn’t met Thaddeus then. Thadd is so much better.” Chloe beamed, her smile triumphant.
The first place she looked was in the new releases section. Most of them were mainstream and not noteworthy, but there were a few alternative gems that Chloe immediately started to peruse. Her attention was only half on the CDs, however. The rest of it remained on Jac.
“And I’m assuming your boyfriend would trump Vincent, any day?” She queried, brow perked as she glanced over her shoulder at the girl. The last thing she wanted to do was gloat about Thaddeus all night. She would not be one of those girls who focused only on her own love life and not on the lives of her friends. She was a romantic at heart, and she loved hearing about the love lives of others, too. That was, of course, if they wished to share. Jac might not, or she might not think her love life was interesting enough to share. But Chloe was intrigued, none the less, and her general query was a nudge to get the girl to talk about the boyfriend she’d just moved in with.
Her fingers had settled upon the new Oasis album, which she was wary about. Beside her, on a little stand, was a listening station; one need only scan the barcode of the CD they held and the songs would come up for their listening pleasure. Chloe scanned the back of the CD, but waited for Jac’s answer before listening.
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Post by Jac[leen] on Oct 31, 2009 21:59:24 GMT -5
Jacqueline laughs.
Beer goggles were a good enough reason to find anyone attractive. Well, as good a reason as any, she supposed! It was, after all, the reason she was here. Not that Jacqueline knew what her father looked like, but she suspected that alcohol had been involved within that hook up.
“Well, no one can blame you, Chloe, he was pretty good looking,” she confesses before biting to her lower lip, “Maybe with a little more alcohol I would have been tossing him the googly-eyes, too,” Well, maybe not, after all, Jacqueline’s eyes were pretty much trained on Christian since the day the two of them had met. He was rugged and attractive, polite, and, well, everything Jacqueline could have hoped for in a man. Except he was more than twelve years older than herself.
And then Chloe is speaking of Thaddeus once more, and it’s bringing another one of those warm smiles to her soft pout. Fingertips playing upon that barbell punched through the lower tier of her pout. It’s more than obvious that Chloe was head-over-heels for this supposedly adorable boy. And, well, to be quite honest it was, in fact, adorable.
Then again, Jac was a fan of all things romantic, be it movies, novels, or simple tales of fascination, as Chloe’s seem to be. After all, Jacqueline’s story was very much the same.
“I’m pretty sure he could,” Jac coos, leaning from the CD case to observe the new releases quietly, “I’m also almost positive he could kick Thaddeus’, too,” she teases. A broad sort of grin crossing upon the swell of her pout. Of course she’s teasing, she hadn’t even met this Thaddeus yet, and she may never meet him. Still, Jac is more than infatuated with Christian, and it was difficult for her to think of anyone else as a more likely mate for herself.
Those pretty eyes of hers fall downwards to peer upon a case, flipping it over within her palm. Those blue eyes of hers overlooking the track list before she’s replacing it within the rack, “He has blue eyes, and soft lips, and soft hair,” Jacqueline coos, “And his own business,” that Jacqueline works at. Another one of those warm and all too girlish smiles take her mouth before she presses her teeth upon the lower tier of her pout. Was she gushing? Well, yes, and almost shamelessly so, but Christian seemed to make any number of things better, even if she’d been moping about just minutes prior.
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Post by Chloé Flannigan on Oct 31, 2009 21:59:46 GMT -5
Chloe’s sending an astonished glance in Jac’s direction as the girl states that her boy could trump Thaddeus. Of course Jac was only joking, and a smile teased at the corner of Chloe’s mouth. She tilted her head downward as she considered Jac for a while before turning her glance back to the CD in hand. She pushed the play button on the little stand, though only held one half of the headphones to her ear. There was no reason to be completely rude.
“Mmm, the two of them will have to meet one day. And then we shall see.” She answered Jac mischievously. The idea actually appealed to Chloe quite a bit. Thaddeus was human, and from the short amount of time she’d spent with Jac, she seemed like the kind of girl who kept most of her human habits. It was probably idiotic of Chloe to generalize so quickly, but it was a bad habit of hers. But the idea of hanging around on a regular basis with regular people appealed to Chloe.
Sure, she’d asked for this life and she didn’t hate it. Her new ‘family’ intrigued her, though she doubted she’d ever be able to adhere to their moral beliefs (or lack thereof). Perhaps it’d be nice to have a bit of normalcy to escape to every now and again.
Chloe frowned as the music started to play in her ear. It did sound like Oasis, but had none of the quality of Champagne Supernova or Go Let it Out. Not wanting to judge the album on the small snippet of the first song, however, she skipped to the next. It was the same result. She kept going until she reached number six, whereby she gave up. She’d not buy the album if there was only one song on it that she liked.
All the while she listened to Jac’s description of her guy. Multitasking was a skill she prided herself in.
Her brow perked as Jac said the guy owned his own business, and Chloe turned to her with obvious interest. She replaced the headphones and the CD;
“Oh? What kind of business?” She asked, intrigued. Jac certainly had picked herself a good one. Thaddeus was…well Thaddeus was a mystery. It was probably to Chloe’s own detriment that she gloried in helping people without asking them their stories first. She didn’t know much of what Thaddeus did, or had done before he came to Ravenblack. All she knew was that he needed help, and she was more than willing to give it.
It was probably those damned eyes of his.
Jac seemed to have it quite good, however—living with a guy who owned his own business. What more could a girl ask for?
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Post by Jac[leen] on Oct 31, 2009 22:00:01 GMT -5
Jac fumbles over a CD within her hand. In all truth she’s not entirely sure what she’s looking at. It was one of those disks who’s case bore no name, save for the safety strip across the top used to ensure the common folk will not be skipping off with this particular disk. Not that it was something Miss DeVen was interested in. Oh, sure, she owned a number of CDs, and cassettes. Oh, yes, Jacqueline was old school, though not intentionally so.
With a five dollar boom box, who could resist fifty cent tapes?
She tips that CS to peer upon the name of the band. It was nothing she’d heard of, and it wasn’t like Jacqueline was prejudice, and it’s not as though she didn’t enjoy most types of music, but, well, it was best she doesn’t get too attached to anything new. Sure, Jacqueline had money. Just not with her. Still, her pretty eyes fall upon that preview screen, eyeing the music that Chloe was listening to. Oasis. Jac wouldn’t say she was a fan, though Champagne Supernova would be what is generally considered an instant classic. Well, it had been when it came out.
Was she even alive back then?
“Any good?” she questions, though Miss DeVen doubted such, by that look upon Chloe’s features. She knew that look all too well.
What did Christian do? Most of the time she wasn’t entirely sure what he was up to within the back of that shop. Fixing, making, whatever he was doing, all Jac knew was that he worked damn hard. “He owns a music shop,” she comes to confess, dropping that packed disk back into the rack. Jacqueline got to do the paper work. Still, it was better than that damned department store she’d been working within when she and Chloe had first met. She wouldn’t say her new job was exciting, but it was far better than the last; the company was good, and more often than not Miss Daisy accompanied her within the front of that shop.
“Does Thaddeus have a job?” she questions. Jacqueline knew very well that he may not. More often than not the folks of this grungy town didn’t have jobs. For whatever reason. Jacqueline was never too sure as to why. Had they all been birthed under some sort of royalty? Did their parents die and leave them an impossible amount of funding? Jac didn’t know, and she didn’t care to know, to tell the truth. She had a job, as did her man, and that was that. Was Chloe likewise blessed with a “day” job? Perhaps it was rude to ask, but she finds herself blurting out that question nonetheless “Do you have a job?” it was an innocent enough a question, though one could mistake such for nosiness.
“Just curious,” she explains thereafter.
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Post by Chloé Flannigan on Nov 1, 2009 6:50:30 GMT -5
Chloe frowned and shook her head. No, the CD wasn’t any good. She continued onward, browsing at the CDs though having no particular artist in mind. She wasn’t quite certain what she was in the mood for. She slowly wended toward the new CD section; maybe a band or someone she liked had released something without her knowing about it. It happened before. Maybe she could be pleasantly surprised.
She perked a brow as Jac said Christian owned a music shop. She almost laughed, and asked what they were doing here, then, if they could be there and getting discounts. But she came to the realisation that perhaps she didn’t mean this kind of music shop. Maybe she meant the instrument kind of music shop. Still, that was pretty cool. Chloe’d have to visit sometime, even though she didn’t play an instrument. She’d always wanted to.
Chloe stopped to think about it, and slowly shook her head. “You know, I don’t think he does. I’m assuming he did, once upon a time. But he’s just moved to Ravenblack.” She failed to admit the circumstance in which Thaddeus had moved here, bleeding and abandoned on the street for some old man to find. “I don’t think he has a job here yet.” Chloe said. She was actually quite certain he didn’t have a job.
Chloe perked up when asked about her own job. She nodded enthusiastically, picking up an album that she was actually very interested in; it was the new one by John Mayer. She didn’t think it would be out so soon, and she wondered whether the shop had cheated and put it upon its shelves before everyone else.
“I work at the library.” She said. “I ah...convinced them that they’d do well to stay open later. I got the night-time shifts.” She didn’t mind working at the library. It kept her occupied, and though she did get a few people drifting in after hours, they didn’t bother her quite as much as the day time customers had. She liked always being surrounded by books. They were a constant comfort for her.
She tucked the CD under her arm; she wouldn’t even bother listening to this one. She trusted in John Mayer, and that the CD would be worth her while. “Is there anything you want? I can get it for you and you can pay me back later...” Chloe asked, gaze still lingering on the CDs decorating the ‘New Release’ wall.
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Post by Jac[leen] on Nov 13, 2009 3:23:08 GMT -5
“Oh, no, thanks,“ Cds weren’t exactly something Jacqueline wanted. Well, no, that’s a lie. Jac did enjoy music. Thoroughly, in fact. It would be awfully awkward if she couldn’t stand such a thing, and she was left stuffed within a custom instrument shop! Then again it was mostly filled with the sound of Christian grinding one block of wood upon a power sander, or the vague twang of hin tuning one instrument or another. Still, it’s the concept that’s there. There was simply no way she could work there if she couldn’t tolerate the fine sounds of a good guitar.
Still, Jacqueline finds herself slipping on one of those pairs of oversized headphones so she may listen to the dregs of whatever dregs of music which Chloe had previously been listening to. Those pretty eyes of hers flutter closed for a short moment as she simply listens to what the music has to offer. Not much, in her opinion. Jac wouldn’t consider herself picky, but the young woman most definitely had an opinion on almost everything- music included, and heaven knew as a young woman, she knew what she wanted.
Call her bold, call her whatever you may think in that moment, “Chloe?” Jac questions, dropping those headphones to thump upon her shoulders lazily before more appropriately looping them from about her neck, and replacing them upon that rack.
Her brows furrow as she attempts to formulate some sort of coherent thought. To simply put together some words to the thoughts churning within her mind at that moment. There was most definitely a proposition to be made, but, well, Miss DeVen wasn’t exactly the most eloquent of people, and she did most her thinking aloud or over a wide breadth of time. Well, all her truly important thinking. And make no mistake what was to come could easily be considered important. At least to Jac it was.
Important, and on the fly.
Nevermind. It would be that easy to get herself out of this situation. To simply shrug those thoughts from that pretty little head of hers. But, no, it wasn’t that simple. There was something special about Chloe, something entirely attractive about her. And Jac didn’t mean physically. Jac could simply relate to Chloe, she was easy to be around, and Jacqueline thoroughly enjoyed herself about the other young woman.
“This might seem a little forward…” she continues onwards, settling some CD she’d been clinging to back within the rack, “But Maybe, you could think about making me a part of your family?” it was most definitely a question which left uncertainty churning within the pit of her stomach. Butterflies, “I know I’m asking a lot, but…” But what? Jac didn’t exactly know how to properly explain that feeling. It just seemed, well, right.
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Post by Chloé Flannigan on Nov 23, 2009 0:55:30 GMT -5
Chloe wanted to ask whether Jac was sure; was she sure she didn’t want a CD? But she kept her mouth shut, for fear of sounding like her mother. Her mother was always overly worried about these kinds of things, always wanting to spoil her only child and buy her whatever she needed. Whatever the case, Jac had slipped on the earphones that Chloe had recently discarded and would have heard her enquiry had she uttered it anyway.
Chloe had started wending her steps toward the book-filled half of the shop, hey eyes wide as they eyes off the bright or classic covers of the books lining the walls. They were like treasure to her, like irresistible magnets, like massive light-bulbs and she the fluttering moth.
She paused and turned back as soon as her name was uttered, however. The tone that Jac had adopted sounded semi-serious, and had Chloe rather curious as to what the girl wanted to ask. “Mhmm?” She hummed, urging Jac to go on with whatever she’d wanted to say. It took her a few moment to finally spit out the words; she fiddled with the headphones, then replaced a CD to the rack, her brows furrowing as if the words were blades in her throat that she didn’t want to release. Chloe took a single step forward, her own brow furrowing slightly in concern.
The question she finally asked caught Chloe off guard. The frown disappeared and was replaced by an expression of surprise; her frame straightened as her mind comprehended the question, sought the consequences, the pros and cons.
Chloe wasn’t reluctant, per se. Not for her own sake, anyway. Not really. The first childe she’d ever had had disappeared. She believed she could have loved Chris, more than the love of a sire for a childe. But he’d not given her the chance. He’d disappeared, and now she didn’t know whether he was dead or whether he’d just severed. It had hurt, a lot. But then she thought of Christian; Christian was still around. She didn’t see him as often as she’d like, but he was still there. He’d not abandoned her, and nor had she abandoned him. And she’d adopted Christian.
If she adopted Jac, it might very well be the same. There’d be nothing to fear.
A smile curled at the corner of her mouth. It was so strange, thinking of adoptions and abandonment. She was afraid, because with that particular bond came responsibility. Chloe wasn’t afraid of the responsibility, she was afraid of the hurt when someone left, or died. But what’s the point in family if one didn’t feel that kind of fear? It just came with the territory, didn’t it?
And it made her smile, because she was only twenty-one years of age. These weren’t the kinds of things twenty-one year olds should be worrying about. But she’d not have given it up for the world.
“I don’t think it’s a lot to ask.” Chloe finally answered, her small smile spreading into a grin. She understood the need to have a family, to feel as if you had somewhere to belong.
“I have no reason to say no, and I’d whisk you off to the hall right now if I could. But there’s this... rule,” she said, grimacing slightly. She never did like rules all that much, but she was obligated to adhere to them. It wasn’t as if it was a hard rule to adhere to, either, “You’ll have to meet Seppuku first. I have no doubt that he’ll approve of you. He just wants to be aware of these things before we go ahead and do them.” She said, eying Jac curiously, wondering how the girl would react to this new bit of information.
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Post by Jac[leen] on Nov 27, 2009 15:37:54 GMT -5
Jacqueline was nervous for those few passing moments of silence which Chloe provided. Not that the young woman could be blamed. The two of them hardly knew each other, only twice now had the two of them gotten together - both times by pure accident, and now she was asking Chloe what could easily be considered a life-changing decision. Unlife changing, rather, though Jac detested thinking in such a manner.
The fact that she was now “undead” changed her way of being very little, after all where’s the point in taking those chances regular folk reveled in when you have quite literally the rest of forever to make your own decisions. Jac was never really one to think on death - the prospect of such brought a nervous churning into the pit of that already-empty stomach of hers, a sensation which was generally unwelcome. Jac preferred to avoid such, and even still with the concept of immortality looming overhead she found those butterflies looming deep within her stomach.
Still, this was one of those questions that brought her breath to catching and her heart to pounding - a sensation that was not unlike the first night Christian and herself spent with one another. It was a tingle of nervousness coupled with complete excitement, and hope for a something better in her future - and that oh so familiar dread of being let down. However, Jac was fairly certain Chloe wouldn’t disappoint, and even if she did she wouldn’t certainly let the young Miss DeVen down gently! Or so she hoped.
Relief floods over her, then, and there upon Chloe’s confession, and her heart swells for a brief moment. Oh, sweet release.
“Oh, god,” she breathes out, a grin forming to tilt the corners of that sweet mouth of hers. A hand presses to the soft dip of her collar for a short moment, “So this is what it’s like to propose to a woman!” she teases with a wrinkle to her nose, biting upon her lower lip thereafter. Jacqueline would never truly know that feeling, but it was an easy sort of assumption to make!
One small eensy stipulation that was. She had to meet Seppuku? Really? What a name, to be sure! Jacqueline believed this being to be Chloe’s current sire, or at least someone of great importance within her unlife. Sure, it didn’t sound like much to be asked of her, especially when she considered what Chloe was giving in return. Miss DeVen still wasn’t a particularly social being, and there was no doubt that this event would be awkward, and still she offers up a warm sort of smile and a nod.
“I like to think I could handle that!” or at least she’s telling herself that she can. Truly, she could! Though there’s still that inkling of doubt and nervousness, Seppuku may not like her at all! But then again, Chloe and herself were both grown adults - albeit young ones, and they were more than capable of making their own decisions, whatever they may be.
Jac’s still undoubtedly happy at the moment. Would a hug be appropriate? Perhaps, Chloe was her soon-to be sire, after all. Jac manages to suppress that hug which was threatening for the time being and instead gives another broad and all too girlish grins, “Thank you, Chloe!” she breathes.
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Post by Chloé Flannigan on Dec 4, 2009 22:18:20 GMT -5
Chloe had never thought of it like that. But she supposed the act of binding, either as sire and childe or as a couple, was a proposal of sorts. The latter, certainly. The latter could definitely be considered a kind of marriage—she supposed it was necessary for those of the undead who were no longer considered alive. That is, their names were no longer on the records, so they couldn’t rightly have a proper marriage for the whole world to witness. That would just be... odd. So the halls in the middle of this city provided a different kind of service. Chloe supposed she was glad for it, though the question of binding to someone as a partner had never crossed her mind.
Adopting someone, however—that she’d done before. It wasn’t something she was unfamiliar with. She’d only recently been to the halls to sever from Toshiya (and for a few minutes suffer the loneliness she felt having no sire and no bloodline) and bind to Seppuku. Quite a while before that she’d adopted Christian. She flashed a grin as she thought of Christian; she already couldn’t wait for Jac to meet him.
And again, her thoughts lingered on that loneliness she felt being sire-less; how long had Jac suffered that kind of loneliness? How long had she gone without a sire? Chloe’s heart overfilled with sympathy for the girl; and although she had never been the kind of person to initiate hugs (she believed in personal space) Chloe felt that this situation called for one. She opened her arms wide to wind them around Jac, only briefly hugging the girl before pulling away. She still had a lot to learn about Jac, one of which was whether she believed in the close contact of hugs.
“Of course you can handle it. Seppuku can be...intimidating. He doesn’t say much, at the best of times. But I’m sure he’ll like you.” Chloe said. She was being truthful. Jac was a fully powered vampiress—Seppuku could hardly argue with that.
Chloe was all but skipping down the escalators with Jac in tow—she was an impatient being, especially when something exciting was concerned. And adopting Jac...well, it was the epitome of excitement at the moment. But she didn’t want to force things, or be too hasty if Jac wasn’t willing;
“Do you... want to go meet him now, or tomorrow? Or...whenever?” She queried, trying to keep her voice steady and her excitement under wraps. She probably should give Seppuku some warning—last time she’d contacted him about something like this, she’d not given him any notice and she’d felt badly for it afterwards. Perhaps it was better to ask him when he was free and leave the meeting time up to him.
But she waited for Jac’s answer regardless. She was sure, if Jac wanted to meet him tonight, Chloe could organise it so that Seppuku wouldn’t mind. Of course, that was if he wasn’t busy.
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Post by Jac[leen] on Jan 8, 2010 21:08:56 GMT -5
How was she suppose to know whether or not Seppuku liked her if he kept quiet all the time? It was truly a dilemma. Well, maybe not. Maybe he smiled or was one for hand gestures, like some Italian! Well, either way, Jacqueline would find out soon, or so she hoped.
After all, this decision was made on impulse, and perhaps if they waited two long one, or both of them may wind up changing their minds. After all, the two of them had only known each other what could be less than five hours, now. And while the two of them didn’t know each other very well, though Jacqueline liked to think that Chloe and herself got along fairly well. She was pleasant to be with, warm, and in many ways like Miss DeVen herself. There was definitely potential for this relationship.
Her fingertips touch to the barbell of her lip piercing before suddenly she’s being taken up and into a hug. It hadn’t been something Jacqueline had seen coming, though in all truth she should have, as she’d suppressed the urge to hug just moments before the one Chloe had initiated. Still, Jac’s none too hesitant to wrap her own arms around Chloe for the short moment that it had lasted. Miss DeVen definitely wasn’t a hug-person, and still, it was almost reassuring; Chloe was just as eager as Jacqueline herself was, or so it seemed.
The smile on her face is near-static in that moment. A seemingly constant expression upon her comely features in that moment.
Her fingertips pluck upon the hem of her skirt then as she takes a step back and away from Chloe, looking almost bashful, “Well, I’ll try my best to impress him,” Jac assures the young woman before her. Truth be told there wasn’t much to not like about Jac. She was well mannered and quiet - respectful even with that almost rock’n’roll lip piercing and way of dressing.
She was a good kid, or so she tells herself.
In addition, she’d managed to survive all those damnable quests she’d been sent on! It was a respectable sort of achievement, and Jac had worked harder on becoming fully powered than she had on graduating from high school, it wasn’t saying much, but it was something, and now it was over with, and she could only wait and see what sort of benefits may come of it.
“We can meet up whenever,” Jacqueline offers up, biting to the backing of her lip ring, “I’m sure I could get off of work to meet up with him,” she reasons. Christian couldn’t exactly tell her no, now could he? Well, yes, he could, but she’s almost positive that he wouldn’t. “How about you give me a call when you find out what he’s up to?” Jac reasons, taking a step or two closer to one customer service desk or another to retrieve a pen from the countertop. She couldn’t recall if Chloe and herself had exchanged phone numbers upon their first meeting.
Jac takes up Chloe’s hand only to turn the woman’s palm upwards and scrawl down her phone number, though the two were planning a date.
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Post by Chloé Flannigan on Jan 21, 2010 6:21:13 GMT -5
As much as Chloe may have, in the past, tried to adjust her own behaviour in order to suit the company around her, she always reverted back to her own philosophies and morals. She frowned for a single moment, and shook her head.
“Oh, Sepp intimidated me the first time I met him. But you don’t need to try to impress him. How could he not like you, anyhow?” The words did not encompass all that she wanted to say, but they sufficed. She wanted to tell Jac that she should never change who she is to try to impress someone. And if they don’t like who she is, then screw them. But the words would have been rich coming from Chloe’s lips. Everything she did, she did so that she would be liked. There was nothing she hated more than being disliked. She could never understand why. She was terribly fragile, sometimes. But she liked to think she’d grown a thick skin. She’d grown comfortable with who she was, and was terribly fond of anyone who was fond of her.
“And you’re...you’ve done all the quests, right? He’ll love you for that.” Chloe assured her. Seppuku could be a little cold in that respect, she thought. Perhaps she didn’t know him as well as she ought to. But to be good at being this, what they were...Seppuku seemed to hold that in high regard. But Jac had nothing to worry about, nothing at all.
Chloe handed over the items she wanted to purchase, offering a sweet but distracted smile to the chicky behind the counter. She did not get a smile in return. Chloe could have bit the girl’s head off; if she’d had any luck getting a job at a book store at her age, she’d have been elated. But whatever. It was late, and the girl had probably been there all day and wanted nothing than to go home. Chloe could relate, in a way. And the chicky gave both Chloe and Jac an odd look as Jac took a pen to scrawl her number on Chloe’s paw.
Chloe’s smile was sheepish, then, and she felt the express urge to poke her tongue at the girl behind the counter.
Whatever the case, she soon had Chloe’s items scanned and Chloe paid for them; she took the bag in hand, careful not to carry it with the hand Jac’s number was written on. She pin it into her phone as soon as she had the chance. Knowing Chloe, she’d wash it off before she had the chance to write it down.
“Sounds good. Hopefully I’ll get a hold of him soon, and we’ll work something out.” Chloe said, excitedly.
They came to a halt outside of the store, and Chloe glanced around wonderingly. She wanted to go back and call Sepp right away, but perhaps she was being too hasty. She glanced at the stores open down the street, then back to Jac.
“Anywhere else you’d like to go?” She asked, inquiringly.
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Post by Jac[leen] on Jan 23, 2010 2:43:00 GMT -5
”I have,” Jac confesses with a crinkle to her nose. Ugh, what a pain in the ass those had been. Night after night spent away from whatever home she’d adopted as her own for the time being. Whether it was Christian’s home, that shitty apartment she’d first rented out, or her first sire’s household. Or the running until she couldn’t feel her feet beneath her anymore, until she swore those crappy old sneakers of hers were simply going to disintegrate and fall off of her very feet in naught but a fine powder. Yeah, she’d done her quests, and she was damn glad she was done with them, she even goes as far as to state such, “Thank god I’m done with them, too,” as most kids her age, Jacqueline was an admittedly lazy person.
Should she worry about what Chloe’s family had to offer? She knew well, that while Tally had been a very slack sire, that not all families were like that. While Chloe may see the peaceful type Seppuku may be the type who would demand an army of his family, a man who would force his family to spend their hard earned coins on those weapons Jac never had any intention of using. Of course, this is simply the worst case scenario. With any luck she’d be proven wrong and Seppuku would simply approve of her.
Jacqueline is nineteen going on twenty pretty damn soon, and sure, she was looking for a family, but she’d no intention ion of making Chloe her surrogate mother. She was far too old for that, and, while Jac was uncertain over how old Chloe was, she was almost positive the young woman couldn’t be much older than Jacqueline herself. And it would simply be awkward if she started referring to her as “Ma.” Maybe just to tease, though never sincerely as she’s heard many folk running about, doing such a thing. And how could they in good mind? Jac couldn’t say she loved her mother the way a daughter should, nor that herself and Gabriella got along, but she was still Jac’s mother, and the only one she would ever have.
All these vampires running around and pissing on just about any moral they may have spent their life building. It was disgusting.
Call it intuition, but Jac felt Chloe was different from the rest.
Of course she could simply be wrong.
Quietly Jacqueline follows behind Chloe, and from within the confines of that storefront, attempting to tuck small hands into those non-existent pockets of hers. Instead she simply plucks at the fabric of her skirt, as to avoid looking like some sort of moron. Hopefully no one would notice her slight mistake.
Did Jac want to go anywhere else? Well, nowhere in particular. The young woman had long since forgotten why she’d left her home in the first place, especially so foolishly, without even a quarter caught between her fingertips. No, Jac didn’t really want to go anywhere, more for the fact that Miss DeVen would simply feel all too guilty if she caused Chloe to spend money in any sort of excess all over little old her. Of course, if she did wind up spending money on her, then Miss DeVen had every intention of paying it back, one way or another.
With that thought in mind, her lips purse thoughtfully as she addresses that cheap watch on her wrist for a short moment. It was late, of course it was. The two of them were vampires, and it was expected of them to be out at all hours of the night. Even though it was late, it wasn’t so that the two of them should be heading in, “I’m up for anything,” she confesses with a wide sort of grin.
“How about we end the night with drinks,” she offers up, having very little in the way of ideas, “We can flash the tender, and I won’t have to worry about paying you back,” Jac teases, biting upon her bottom lip in attempts to feign some sort of sincerity.
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Post by Chloé Flannigan on Jan 25, 2010 4:28:29 GMT -5
Chloe almost cackles at the thought of flashing a bartender. In fact, she even considers the possibility. But she concludes, within a second, that she would not be able to go through with the act unless she had a few drinks in her to begin with. But she does laugh. It’s not a cackle, but she’s definitely amused.
“Oh, I don’t think Christian or Thaddeus would like it.” Chloe says, a definite glint to her eye. But she had a feeling that she and Jac would become good friends. They’d do things together that the menfolk would never know about. Like their own special club. What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas, that kind of thing.
But she’s thinking far too much ahead of herself.
“It doesn’t matter. It’s only a few drinks, and I hardly spend any of the money I earn anyway.” Chloe admits. Yeah, she buys the odd DVD and book every now and again, but that’s about it. And she had other ways of gathering money, too. The non-legal ways. The kind she would not mention because, for so long a time, she’d been this little princess who never did anything wrong. She was embarrassed, now, to admit that she could be a little treacherous. She hated thinking anyone could ever think ill of her.
It’s then that she’s pursing her lips and glancing to the left and right again. Now, with a destination in mind, she had to think of the best place they could go for drinks. The library was nearby, she knew. And on her way to and from the library she passed by a few places. There was a little Irish pub on one of the corners. It was like a little slice of home. And it was a weeknight, so the place shouldn’t be too busy. Perfect to just sit and chat.
A chat would be good, if only to get to know Jac a little more. Truth be told, the two of them were not the best of acquaintances, not yet. And Sepp would probably want to know how long Chloe had known Jac. Well, best to get the formalities out of the way, she supposed.
“I know a place, just around the corner. It’s not far to walk.” She said, turning her steps in that direction. She hoped the place would not cause them any trouble tonight. It was one of those pubs on the list for the quests. Sometimes those quests didn’t go quite as planned and the vampires chose to take it out on the laymen. Chloe had seen it before. Poor people.
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Post by Jac[leen] on Jan 28, 2010 0:19:43 GMT -5
Jac cracks another broad grin as Chloe protests her suggestion. It wasn’t a big deal, Jac truly had no intention of showing her tits to some rough and tumble bar tender for a five-dollar drink. And if she were to, it better be the best damn drink she’s ever had. And since Miss DeVen wasn’t exactly the most alcoholically inclined of all people, such a request may be impossible. Or damn near close to it!
“I didn’t want to show him my boobs anyway,” under the assumption that the tender was, in fact a he. Jac couldn’t remember the last time she was so utterly… candid with another. There was Christian, though she still tended to be more reserved and well-spoken than she was in this moment. She was his girlfriend, after all, and girlfriends couldn’t be crass, or present harsh words or ways of being. The two of them had only known one another less than a year, and have been dating even less! Needless to say the two of them still weren’t exactly to that point where Jac could simply offer up her opinions. Tell him something was stupid, or ridiculous. And still, Jac’s not entirely sure she would be so loose with him, even if the two of them lasted through the ages.
Nah, this was girl talk. Something Christian, and probably Thaddeus wouldn’t hear the majority of. Sure, Jacqueline would gush about a thing or two Chloe would have said. And she’d no doubt tell him of their impending binding, though there’s no question in her mind that very little of what she had to say would go in one ear and out the other. She was a teenage girl, after all, and heaven knew they spoke an entirely different language.
Girl talk. Was that what Miss DeVen and Chloe were indulging in in these moments? That witless banter of their men, and their lives. Or music, and movies, and all sorts of nonsense. That’s probably what this could be considered.
Jacqueline was pleased with this.
“I think they’d be proud of our…” Jacqueline pauses then, blanking on the word for a passing second, “amazing powers of saving,” Astoundingly Eloquent, that Jacqueline one was. Ah, well, she’d no one to impress here. Chloe already seemed to like her on her own well enough, aside that a person truly couldn’t be berated for a temporary lapse in memory. Still, it wouldn’t exactly hurt to page through the dictionary before that fateful meeting with Seppuku.
She probably wouldn’t bother though.
“Hey,” Jac interrupts the quiet suddenly, “Do you have any other…” once more she searches for the words, though this time it wasn’t due to a faulty memory, she was simply uncertain of how to put such, “Any other… hell spawn?” she offers up. Commonly referred to as Childe, though Miss DeVen thought that a ridiculous sounding term. Even moreso than hell spawn. Even more important than that question was; would Jac even like them? Though that would have to wait, she’s sure.
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Post by Chloé Flannigan on Jan 29, 2010 7:18:35 GMT -5
Chloe laughed. Sure, they’d be proud. Poor men... how little they realised how thoroughly they were wrapped around their women’s little fingers. Chloe was certain she and Jac would be able to get away with a lot. And, using the smallest amount of their feminine wiles, they’d be able to get out of trouble, too, if they ever were found out. But they’d never allow that to happen. Their menfolk didn’t need to know what they got up to in their free time. Everyone was allowed their free space.
“Oh! Hell Spawn. I like that.” Chloe said, her laughter never fading. It was the kind of name that had a negative connotation, but seeing as they were both ‘hell spawn’ themselves, Chloe failed to take any offense. Not that she believed she would have anyhow. Not unless the name was flung at her in a negative way.
“No, well yes, but...yes.” Chloe replied. It was vague, and she made a vague hand gesture to go with it. She laughed in an idiotic sort of way before continuing, explaining herself.
“The only one I ... spawned the natural way, he kind of poofed. He’s not around anymore. I think he went back to Greece.” Chloe said, frowning. She did miss Chris. They had had some interesting encounters. But for some reason he hadn’t wanted to stay. It had been a blow to her self esteem, but optimistic as always, she’d bounced back to her semi-cheerful self.
“Otherwise there’s Christian. I kind of adopted him too. It feels kind of strange... he’s twenty-eight, was twenty-eight when he was turned. But he was turned after I was, and he asked to be adopted, so I said yes.” Chloe shrugged. Now that she thought about it, she couldn’t wait for Jac to meet Christian. The two of them, she hoped, would get along. Maybe after the whole process, they could go out for celebratory drinks. And Chloe would insist Christian come along. Besides, they would be connected via... well whatever it was that connected them. They’d have to meet, sooner or later.
“He’s...ruggedly handsome, I suppose. A bit quiet. He keeps a lot to himself, I think.” Chloe explained. But she believed she’d got to know Christian a bit since they’d first met, and she knew to overlook his surliness and poke fun at him for it. Taking life too seriously was just far too dull, in her opinion.
They rounded a corner and Chloe could see the destination up ahead. The name was highlighted in green, a shamrock above it. The place was called ‘Gilhooley’s’. Chloe shoved her hands into her pockets, but did not pick up the pace. There was no rush. They had plenty of time, and she was nowhere near tired. Most of the time she wasn’t even tired after the sun had come up, but she was forced to remain indoors.
“So...how were you spawned...to begin with?” Chloe prompted, hesitant to ask the question after she’d started to ask it. Perhaps it was personal. Perhaps it was something Jac didn’t care to relive. But Chloe was curious, as per usual. Was it an accidental thing, or had her sire abandoned her?
Best to get to know these kinds of things first, she supposed.
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