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Post by Finley Burke on Nov 10, 2015 9:21:47 GMT
Finley had arrived the night before, but it had been busy. A friend of a friend had met her at the airport to take her to her new home: a well-lit basement apartment, free of charge. Well, free of rent for a few months, at least. Her new landlord explained to her that she would have to find a job somewhere around Belfast, maybe at the emergency clinic, within six months if she wanted to keep her new home. He also helped buy her furniture and move everything in, all before taking her to meet the Prince of the city.
She wasn't sure what it was about him, but he made her feel sick to her stomach. He was nothing like Abe, the Prince she had become so found of back in America. He wasn't kind or understanding, and he scoffed at her when she told him she didn't know her Sire. She was certain that he had muttered something to his companion about "mutts," but what could she say? She walked out feeling even worse than when she had arrived, and all she wanted to do was shower and sleep.
Once the sun had gone down, the brunette Gangrel had dressed and left, wanting to spend a night just exploring. The cool Ireland air felt like home against her skin, wiping away the doubts that had clung to her like a second skin. She couldn't fight the smile, the brilliant shine of her grey eyes. She wandered the familiar streets aimlessly, looking at the vendors and the well-lit storefronts, not bothering to think much at all. She really just wanted to relax.
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Post by Daniel Donal on Nov 11, 2015 23:45:41 GMT
Daniel would be out at his own little stall selling the extra of his produce. He was raised to not waste so when he had a bountiful harvest so here he was making sure it didn't go to waste. But the night was slow and nothing eventful happened yet. Maybe nothing will...
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Post by Finley Burke on Nov 11, 2015 23:51:54 GMT
The open stalls looked interesting enough to her. She was distracted by the smells and sights of the city, a place she used to frequent with her family. She even managed to stop and talk with one of the owners of a store. Their questions were idle and passive, and eventually, she was directed to another stall a bit further down the road. "All natural," the store owner promised. It wasn't as if it mattered much to her, but she made the proper noises, eyes wide with fake excitement.
She had left the others behind and approached the stall Daniel ran. Brushing a hand through her dark hair, she looked over his harvest with little honest interest. It was still interesting to see what hard work produced at the end of the day.
"Wow, this is impressive," she cooed, looking up from the harvest... And freezing. His smell washed over her and her nostrils flared, her brilliant blue eyes widened. "You're..." She said, softly. "You're a... Like me..."
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Post by Daniel Donal on Nov 12, 2015 1:08:02 GMT
Daniel looked at the little goth girl watching her as she pursued his wears. Suspicious that she might be up to some mischief. That is until she spoke. Like her huh?
"And what do you mean by that lass?"
He would say in a heavy Irish accent. Eying her curiously. Could she be changed too?
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Post by Finley Burke on Nov 12, 2015 1:30:24 GMT
"I, you're, you..." she stuttered helplessly, unable to deny the slight chill in the air, the smell of dirt and death that clung endlessly to their kind. She blinked and looked around, having to remind herself that they were in a city, a city that belonged to a douchebag Prince. She had no doubts that she would be hunted down for breaking the Masquerade.
She cleared her throat, judging the closeness of people. It seemed none of the patrons on the street were paying her or the stallhand any mind. Blinking slowly, she smiled at him, exposing her fangs, permanently extended.
Just as quickly as she smiled, she covered them back up, staring in childlike wonder at the stranger. "You're like me."
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Post by Daniel Donal on Nov 12, 2015 1:35:16 GMT
Daniel watched as she bared her fangs then quickly hide them. His eyes flashed and he moved toward her. Then, towering above the girl, he looked down at her.
"Who changed you?!"
He would ask behind clinched teeth. Anger filling up in his eyes. If she didn't respond quickly this was going to get physical.
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Post by Finley Burke on Nov 12, 2015 1:40:20 GMT
Finley was quick to stumble back, away from him, her eyes still wide as she stared. Why was he so angry? If he spoke much louder, they were going to get themselves into trouble. She looked around, catching the gazes of the closest patrons. Silently, she waved them off, trying to calm their nerves. An angry man and a tiny girl in the streets of Ireland? Totally not suspicious...
"Keep your voice down," she whispered. "I just got here, and I'd like to not have the Prince upset at me, okay?" Despite her words, her accent was very obviously Irish, and nobody could deny that soft pale skin well known to their country.
"I doubt we have the same Sire, if that's what you're asking. But if you really want to talk, I doubt the streets are the wisest place for a confrontation."
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Post by Daniel Donal on Nov 12, 2015 1:49:18 GMT
Daniel let her stumble back a bit and listened as she spoke. Which he didn't understand...
"Prince? The hell are you talking about? Get your head out of fairy tale books and pay attention to the here and now."
However having a discussion like this was probably not best to talk about outside. He didn't want to lose his customers.
"But fine have it your way."
After putting a closed sign on his stand and covering up all the produce he would turn around grab the form by the arm and pull her inside a nearby building.
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Post by Finley Burke on Nov 12, 2015 1:56:39 GMT
Finley had been patiently waiting for him to close up shop, contemplating the meaning behind his words. She didn't bother moving very far away from the little wooden stall, her fingers running through her hair. Fairy tale books? Was he an Anarch? She had heard of Independents that didn't belong to either side, but never of one who lived in, or close to, a city under a heavy fist.
Her contemplation led to her distraction, something common for her, and he grabbed her arm. Squeaking slightly in surprise, she tumbled after him, barely able to keep her feet under her. She didn't think he cared, though. If she fell, he'd probably just keep dragging her.
The moment they crossed the threshold of the storage room, she tried to yank her arm free of his grasp. Given, it was a very weak yank, but the purpose was obvious. "Geezus, watch it! That hurt! What, were you raised in a barn, or something?"
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Post by Daniel Donal on Nov 12, 2015 2:05:08 GMT
Daniel turned to face the girl.
"Yeah, why?"
Then Daniel shook his head.
"But that's aside from the point! How long have you been dead? Are there any more? Was the person that changed you a woman? If so what did she look like?"
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Post by Finley Burke on Nov 12, 2015 2:09:38 GMT
Blink blink.
Finley stared at him as his questions came out in a bumble of words, all barely understandable. He seemed so completely absorbed in whoever he was looking for... It was almost as if he couldn't understand anything else. A brow slowly cocked over one blue eye.
"I don't know," she said, trying to keep up with the word vomit. "Look, you need to slow down. Why are you asking me about my Sire?"
Genuine confusion played across her delicate features, her brows furrowing. She knew from her time spent with the Prince in America that most Kindred stayed with their Sire or childe, but it wasn't uncommon for a Gangrel to be abandoned. In actuality, she didn't remember her Sire at all.
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Post by Daniel Donal on Nov 12, 2015 2:18:01 GMT
Daniel sighed and paced. Sure huh... Must mean hers was a male.
"The woman that changed me was my wife and then she ran off. I've been looking for her ever since."
Daniel pulled out a pipe loaded it and started smoking.
"But till now I haven't even found another vampire."
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Post by Finley Burke on Nov 12, 2015 2:21:01 GMT
"How have you not found another vampire? This city is teeming with them." She said, rubbing her arm where he grabbed her. She was sensitive to pain, and even if he didn't mean to, the stranger hurt her. She looked offended by it as she backed away from him, letting him pace before her.
Finley was truly surprised that he didn't know about the Camarilla, about the Prince who ran the city, but if he hadn't met another Kindred... His earlier comments made sense. Well, a little more sense, at least.
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Post by Daniel Donal on Nov 12, 2015 2:26:09 GMT
Daniel stopped and looked at her curiously.
"What do you mean by that?"
He was legitimately curious and a bit frustrated how could there be so many and he had never known?!
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Post by Finley Burke on Nov 12, 2015 2:30:30 GMT
"I MEAN that this city is literally run by a vampire." she said, still rubbing her arm.
She sighed and shook her head, truly wondering how he could survive without knowing anything about the city he was living in. If it was anything like the Camarilla city she had been a part of in America, there were specific hunting grounds, and the other Clans didn't really appreciate their turf being stepped on.
"I just came from a meeting with the Prince. He's the political ruler of Belfast. There were literally a dozen or so of us just in his Elysium." She didn't seem to realize that she was probably talking gibberish. Despite being a neonate herself, she had dedicated her years to learning everything she could about her new life, or unlife as it were. "And if there's that many there, you can assume there are even more just walking the streets. We aren't an uncommon occourence."
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