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Nov 6, 2006 17:57:53 GMT -8
Post by lions_go_rawr on Nov 6, 2006 17:57:53 GMT -8
"I meant the theatre, as in plays," Tobias commented. He could have meant the other theater, the giant televison screen where it seemed these modern mortals spent half of their time watching images on a screen or either sitting in the back row trying to bite one another's tongues out.
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Nov 6, 2006 18:01:50 GMT -8
Post by theliontamer♥ on Nov 6, 2006 18:01:50 GMT -8
Well that was far more up her alley. "That sounds like fun," she answered, face lighting up. If they were able to find a good play in a city like this, well, she'd be rather impressed. It certainly didn't seem a main focus. "Did you have anything in mind?"
OoC: pssh. trust tobias to be thinking about sitting int he back row making out. oh, wait, that's probably more robby--another thing to add to the list? hahaha
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Nov 6, 2006 18:04:16 GMT -8
Post by corgis4me on Nov 6, 2006 18:04:16 GMT -8
ooc: PS changing Noelles age to 19
bic: Sara looked up at the young man and smiled. "You may only join us if you tell us your name and then buy the next round of drinks." she said. Sara was 22 and looked after Noelle as her little sister and best friend, so Noelle was supervised when she was drinking, but she never drank much. Noelle looked up at the young boy and smiled. "Well?"
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Nov 6, 2006 18:11:38 GMT -8
Post by lions_go_rawr on Nov 6, 2006 18:11:38 GMT -8
"Ive heard of a theater. The Pantages. That theater seems to be the main focus of plays in this city." Tobias said, driving along the road. The house was not far from downtown L.A., so he didnt need to drive long. "Im sure we can find some way to get in and see what production is going on," He said with a smile.
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Nov 6, 2006 18:13:49 GMT -8
Post by glamorousgnome on Nov 6, 2006 18:13:49 GMT -8
Adrien pressed his foot down on the gas and let the car swerve through the winding and overrated streets of Beverly Hills, where his wealthy tastes of the English gentleman could fit in quite fine with the wealthy tastes of the modern man. Their hair was sweeping away with them in the swift wind that his vehicle produced as it speeded down to the highway, where it emerged into the vibrant and restless city that they called their home. Tiny lights lit up across the ground, creating these shapes and swirls and squares of light that lined the streets and houses. As they drove over the hill and down into Hollywood, Adrien felt his flesh chill with excitement. Alright. So it was a little different than he had grown up with.... He sped away through the pauper lined avenues and the addict claimed boulevards. Prostitutes hollared into the windows of his car, begging him to take them for a spin in that wonderful body (they could have meant the car, but Adrien liked to think they meant his lovely, youthful physique), not mindful of the fact that the woman beside him was probably his wife. It wasn't like Sienna didn't have night-dregs calling after her, but Adrien liked to drown these out with the radio. Perhaps it was his ancient propriety that led him to anger when he heard these 'cat calls.' He paused at a red light, the sounds of the Hollywood clubs blaring into his ears. The bass beside him was some hip hop, and Adrien flashed them a smile. He liked the bass. It always ran through his nerves and shot through his veins, giving him some thrill of dangerous excitement. He crossed the street, his wheels rolling effortlessly over the dingy darkness of the evening asphalt. The October wind was chilly on their faces, and he clicked on the seat warmers so that he and Sienna would not grow colder.
His own radio was on any random station he could find. He liked them all, of course. Although, he was quite partial to the classical, operatic or choral. He did enough rock though, rock, hip hop, anything really. And right now he had on classic rock, the Beatles being his absolute favorite (generic, yes, but he preferred it). Motioning for Sienna to change the station to whatever she deemed most...uh...stirring for them, he whipped around a corner and drove past the tourist district for kicks, where the many footprints of the Mann's Chinese lit up the boulevard like some beacon that was lit for no purpose but to be lit.
"We could go to a club, a restaurant, shopping, paintballing...." He gave a bright grin as he turned from the road to peck her on the check, almost hitting a group of Asian tourists who were just getting off their airport shuttle bus. Next to that was a mock immitation of a Double Decker English bus, and Adrien rolled his eyes. The Americans could never do it right. A flood of tourists came off of this one and camera flashes filled the sky like some abnormal lightning storm.
"Sienna, look at that!" and he pointed as a child at the man dressed up like a vampire in front of the theater. Apparantly some vampire movie had come out for Halloween. "How cheesy! It looks nothing like me!" The man wore plastic teeth and a cheesy vinyl cape as he pranced around with a highly insulting Romanian accent (which Adrien especially resented), and he took pictures with the tourists, feigning sucking out their blood. As if that was a funny thing!
Adrien gritted his teeth as he swerved to park the car haphazardly in front of the Mann's Chinese, where he caught a meter, and refused, out of forgetfulness mostly, to fill it. "That's it. I'm gonna kick that guy's ass."
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Nov 6, 2006 18:14:29 GMT -8
Post by theliontamer♥ on Nov 6, 2006 18:14:29 GMT -8
"Of course we can," she replied, grinning rather devilishly as they drove along. They could alwasy find a way in. "The Pantages." the name rolled nicely off of her lips, and she liked it already. "Let's see what they've got playing then."
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Nov 6, 2006 18:19:03 GMT -8
Post by glamorousgnome on Nov 6, 2006 18:19:03 GMT -8
ooc: go anywhere you want, just NOT THE OPERA lol
Andrew gave a sharp, yet silent laugh, only visible in his charming and seductive smile. He snapped his fingers toward a waitor, and immediately ordered cosmopolitans for all the ladies. Sure to get them hammered quick if they liked them enough. For himself, a glass of red wine. He loved the way it presented itself as blood to him, and often to others, and he elegantly sipped it as it and the cosmopolitans were brought.
"Andrew. Andrew Baron." And he held out his hand to them, not hoping, but SURE they would accept it.
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Nov 6, 2006 18:19:31 GMT -8
Post by lions_go_rawr on Nov 6, 2006 18:19:31 GMT -8
ooc: nice post jen. gotta love it. bic:
He could see the bright lights of the theatre marquee from almost a mile away. "The Phantom of the Opera" was what read in bright lights. "Sound appealing to you?" He asked his lover
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Nov 6, 2006 18:19:57 GMT -8
Post by theliontamer♥ on Nov 6, 2006 18:19:57 GMT -8
Sienna: I want to go to the opera. Stacey: hehehehehehehehe -evil cackle- Sienna: What if you were my next meal? Stacey: you wouldn't exist. keep saying it.
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Nov 6, 2006 18:21:41 GMT -8
Post by lions_go_rawr on Nov 6, 2006 18:21:41 GMT -8
Tobias: I dont get the opera thing Robby: me neither
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Nov 6, 2006 18:25:26 GMT -8
Post by corgis4me on Nov 6, 2006 18:25:26 GMT -8
Sara stood up first, "Sara, its nice to meet you." she said as she took his hand. "And this is my friend, Noelle Arden." Noelle looked up at him and smile. The waiter placed there drinks on the table and she took the closest one. Noelle took a small sip and then put it back done on the table, 'too much alcohol for me' she thought as she kept on smiling at Andrew. "Please take a seat unless your taking Sara to dance." said Noelle sweetly.
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Nov 6, 2006 18:34:27 GMT -8
Post by theliontamer♥ on Nov 6, 2006 18:34:27 GMT -8
The Phantom of the Opera. It somehow reminded her of how long ago they used to spend so much time sitting int he opera house, intent upon the players upont he stage, and it seemed ironic how in a way the opera haunted her still. But it did sound rather interesting, and this she told him with a smile, her eyes sweeping over the bright lights. "I'm up for it."
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Nov 6, 2006 18:34:31 GMT -8
Post by glamorousgnome on Nov 6, 2006 18:34:31 GMT -8
She automatically assumed that he, Andrew, would be taking Sara for a dance? A sign of low self worth in a girl, he had learned. Andrew gave a trim smile as he seated himself beside Sara, across from Noelle, where he carefully set down his wine dress, supernaturally not spilling a drop even when the waitor accidentily bumped into him. However, his eyes were upon Noelle, and he let the blue sing their loudest in his eyes. "Pleasure to meet you," he replied, somewhat vampiric (of which he always loved to play the part). "Have you just arrived? So have I. I am an acqaintance of..." Who's party was it again? He decided not to finish his sentance, since for the life of him he could not remember, and so he smiled instead, sipping the wine and hiding his voice. He waited for their reply, his eyes tracing especially Noelle. Soon he would decide what approach to take on these two young ladies.
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Nov 6, 2006 18:37:53 GMT -8
Post by corgis4me on Nov 6, 2006 18:37:53 GMT -8
"I'll be right back." said Sara as she grabbed her drink and then headed over to another table. Noelle was left alone with Andrew. She just smiled at him, "So how do you know the birthday girl?" asked Noelle trying to see what this guy was up to, every guest knew her, or so she thought.
ooc: making this Noelles 19th b-day party instead, dont tell Andrew
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Nov 6, 2006 18:39:24 GMT -8
Post by lions_go_rawr on Nov 6, 2006 18:39:24 GMT -8
"Good." He said. He pulled his car into a spot across from the theater, helped Anabelle out, alwats the gentleman, and then he marched up to the ticket booth. "Two. Make them good." He said, and slipped what seemed to have been a very large wad of money to the teller, as his eyes lit up. "Here sir, the best seats in the house." "Thank you my good man," Tobias said, noding his head, gathering the tickets, and proceeding through the door, Anabelle by his side.
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Nov 6, 2006 18:44:38 GMT -8
Post by glamorousgnome on Nov 6, 2006 18:44:38 GMT -8
"Oh, through friends..." lied Andrew as he placed his glass on the waitor's tray. He did not order another one. He wished to be alert for this conversation. "Why, where do YOU know the birthday girl?" he asked softly, his eyes still focused on hers, tiny, crystal pupils set in handblown glass.
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Nov 6, 2006 18:45:59 GMT -8
Post by theliontamer♥ on Nov 6, 2006 18:45:59 GMT -8
So many options. It was as though the world had opened up to them--and they truly could do anything they so desired. LA had it all; the hangouts, the attractions, and the tourists to fill them. This was apparant as they swept through the crowded streets, people standing on street corners snapping pointless photos and laughing over the smallest things. Star struck, indeed. And she laughed lightly as they passed the characters on the main strip, but soon the laughter faded. Did they honestly think vampires looked like that?
Adrien's abrupt halt sent her pressign against the seatbelt, and she was opening the door and stopping him in his tracks, quite taken aback by his anger. "Oh Adrien...mortals know nothing. And you allow them to anger you?" she cooed softly, taking his arm in a vain attempt to steer him away from the very loud creature, which was quickly getting on her nerves as well. "No need to start anything int he middle of a crowded street."
Gentleman gentleman gentleman. So classic, and Anabelle quite liked it, as she took his arm and approached the large building front, captivated by the flashing lights and showy decorations. It excited her, and she watched for Tobias' reaction fromt he corner of her eye.
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Nov 6, 2006 18:48:39 GMT -8
Post by lions_go_rawr on Nov 6, 2006 18:48:39 GMT -8
ooc: heres my new charrie. coming in to shake things up a bit
bic: The times were changing. It always seemed like they were, but that was the life of an immortal. Life was about adjusting. He had seen it coming from his early days, and even now, in the present modern day of life, he still had to adjust. Logan could handle it though. He had been for as long as he had come to live in Los Angeles. His life was lavish, rich, the top of the top. No one could touch him. Ladies swooned at him, men wanted his power. He had the life that young men dream about. And though his mortal age was only in his twenties, he was more than centuries old. That night, he sat in a theater. He had always enjoyed a good play or two, and this one interested him. “The Phantom of the Opera” read the playbill. Murder. Disguise. Love. Lust. Loss. Sounded familiar to him, maybe that was what appealed to him. Logan sat, his black hair slicked back, his dark eyes set on the stage, curtain not yet risen yet.
And then something unusual came to his mind. A feeling. He was not alone. His type at least. He had been the only immortal soul in Los Angeles for as long as he could remember. And yet this presence, no, there were two. He searched the theater until his eyes came upon a man and a woman, about his age also. In dread, he watched as they walked towards him, and ended up sitting right next to him. “Evening,” he said plainly. ‘Fuck’ he thought to himself.
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Nov 6, 2006 18:49:08 GMT -8
Post by corgis4me on Nov 6, 2006 18:49:08 GMT -8
Noelle looked at him and smiled, "Oh i see friends, thats cool, you got invited to a good party then, dont you think?" asked Noelle trying to avoid the question of how she got invited, it would be weird to tell him that it was her party.
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Nov 6, 2006 18:57:28 GMT -8
Post by glamorousgnome on Nov 6, 2006 18:57:28 GMT -8
"It's a fairly good party," Andrew said, glancing about the dance floor from the table and then back at her. "But it's only started." With this, he permitted her one glimpse, and one glimpse only of his jagged, white canines. When this display was finished (after less than a second). he had tucked his teeth tightly back into his mouth. "Are you from around here, Noelle?" he asked her quietly, the British accent rubbing naturally and smartly from his lips. Oh, that accent had never faded! Since the day he was born, it had always been there, deep and soothing, rythmatic, and what American women seemed to crave with all of their bodies and souls. Andrew was the embodiment of their romantic ideals, and he played off this as much as he could.
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