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Post by GABRIEL SORROUNS on Mar 29, 2013 12:58:45 GMT
A beautiful Friday evening. Gabriel looked up at the night sky, lit only by the stars. He could identify Orion, the Hunter, the Heavenly Shepherd. He relaxed a bit, wondering what he would do that evening. He had already eaten, and after a long school day, he craved a bit of mature company, maybe a drink or two. He shrugged. Mystic Grill, then. Gabriel had only lived in the small town for about a month, but he had already gathered that if you wanted to have some fun, at least in a social environment, the Grill was pretty much the place to be. They weren’t really strict on ID’s and that sort, so even if he were asked for it, they would probably buy his fake ID. Gabriel grabbed his coat and wallet and left the house.
A minute later, he opened the door to the local café. It was not as full as Gabriel had anticipated. Usually, the place was packed on Friday evenings with people who just finished a week of working at an office, complaining about how everyone underestimated them and how they really deserved that promotion. It was one of the things Gabriel had never truly understood about humans, even when he was still one of them: they all believed they were special. Of course, every person is unique, but there are very few who can really bring something new to the table. In a way, Gabriel was glad with the semi-tranquility that flowed from the bar. He might’ve just bashed someone’s head in if people would’ve started complaining to him. Again.
He walked over to an empty seat at the bar. He threw a quick glance at the menu, although he had already memorized most of it. They served a mean gin and tonic here, he knew that. He finally decided on a scotch. The bartender came over to take his order, and returned a minute later with his drink. Gabriel looked around. He recognized no one, which wasn’t much of a surprise. He hardly knew anyone in this town, and the people he did know were mostly under 21. He heard snippets of conversations about work, and he noticed a couple sitting on the other side of the bar talking about their relationship. The man’s face looked like it might after he had just been slapped in the face, and a smile started to form on Gabriel’s face. He enjoyed the endless trouble that humans always seemed to get in in relationships, although admittedly, he had done the same a couple of times. To him, there was a difference, however. While he had all eternity to screw up and get hurt, just to get over it and move on, these beings, who could just as well be made of glass, had less than a century to do so.
He felt a certain presence entering the bar. He looked around and saw a dark-haired man enter. He had green eyes that seemed to attract all attention to him. Gabriel didn’t know what was special about this man, but there certainly was something. In this world, there were people who seemed to fade into nothingness from time to time, completely cloaked in darkness, and there were people who drew attention to them every time they entered a room, no matter where. He saw the man approaching the bar, and was surprised to find that of all seats available, the man chose exactly the one next to him to sit in. With only a second of hesitation, Gabriel turned to face the man.
”Hello there. I don’t believe we’ve met, have we? I’m kind of new here.” |
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Post by DAMON SALVATORE on Mar 29, 2013 14:19:24 GMT
Damon was bored, and anybody that had spent an hour with him knew that Damn Salvatore didn't do bored. He couldn't cope with it, having nothing to do. It only gave him time to start thinking too deeply, which was never a good thing. There were too many dark things swimming about at the back of his mind for it to be a healthy pastime. The only thing he would accomplish was convincing himself to do something rash, and he was reckless enough as it was, his "friends" told him so all of the time. He needed to get out of the manor, to be around people, to have some sort of distraction from the troubling throughts threatening to swallow him up.
The Mystic Grill was his usual haunt when he felt the urge to be sociable. Not that he was sociable, in particular, but it was a place to get a drink and eavesdrop on the locals. You never knew what kinds of juicy snippets you were going to discover, it seemed a lot of people in this town had shady little secrets they didn't want the world to know. They whispered in booths they considered to be private, thinking themselves out of earshot. There was no such thing to a vampire, Damon heard everything every single person in the room uttered. He liked to tune out the duller folk, and focus on the entertaining ones. Like the couple sitting on the far side of the room as he entered the Grill.
His eyes scanned the room, though his ears were intently drinking in their little relationship drama. The thought occurred to him that just a few months ago, he would have taken advantage of the situation, and offered comfort to the woman later in the evening. Lord knows he had done it enough times during his long life. But now he had Elena. He actually had her. Well, sort of. Things were still so complicated, what with the sire bond and all, but she was within his grasp, if he'd let her be, and that was enough to keep him away from other women. He would not screw things up again this time. Not while he had a once in a lifetime shot. And not while his time with her was ticking away. Soon she would be human again, as soon as they found this cure, and then he'd be alone again, back to his womanizing ways while she ran back to dear Stefan.
Jaw tightening, he made his way to the bar, scenting the vampire sitting alone there. He had never seen the guy before, but there was no missing the fact that his heart was definitely not beating with the joys of spring. One corner of Damon's mouth turned up in a mild smirk as he chose to sit in the seat next to the vamp, who looked young, but emanated.... something older than his face gave away. Ordering a whiskey, he glanced sideways as the guy spoke to him. Damon quirked an eyebrow. "I don't believe we have. I'm sure I'd remember you." His words were bordering on cryptic, but he introduced himself, nonetheless. Best to get to know any new vampire threat in town. "I'm Damon." He offered a hand for the guy to shake, eyes piercing.
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