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Post by Ríoghan MacCarthaigh on Dec 4, 2010 5:06:42 GMT 10
Ríoghan MacCarthaigh or "Ryan McCarthy" as went by for the last two hundred years or so had arrived in America very recently. His eyes scanned the people around him, he stood out like a sore thumb. The only leather he was wearing was on his shoes and belt, his black shirt was Egyptian cotton, worn under his Armani jacket and its matching pants. The shoes were French, but the rest was Italian, a gift for his little holiday stateside.
Fangtasia, he knew, was owned by Eric Northman, a vampire Ryan had a great deal of respect for. Eric was a Viking, Ryan was a Celt. There was similar stock there. He had yet to meet him, but if he was going to be staying locally it would only be proper to meet the sheriff first. The Celtic Vampires eyes looked lazy, perhaps slothful as they ran over each and every person but anyone with a real eye for scanning people would be able to pick up a wicked intellect. He was like a crouching tiger. At almost two and a half thousand years old, it was extremely likely he was the most powerful person present but unless someone gave him a reason, he had absolutely no intention of having his first night be remembered for a violent outburst.
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Post by Tara Thornton on Dec 4, 2010 7:53:23 GMT 10
Tara Thornton, Eric's lover and blood supply, looked up from her spot at the bar, and tilted her head at the newcomer, he stood out alot, but he was a vampire,so he did blend in. She sighed tiredly, as she pushed herself from the bar, and walked over to him, she smiled kindly, and tilted her head again. "You must be new here, vampire. I'm Tara Thornton, a....friend of Eric Northman's, can I help you?" she asked softly as she looked him over, trying to figure out where he was from, he seemed to be from alot money, not untypical for a vampire anymore.
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Post by Ríoghan MacCarthaigh on Dec 4, 2010 8:51:16 GMT 10
Ríoghan looked up with a raised eyebrow when he became aware of someone speaking to him. Tara Thornton she called herself, and a friend of Eric Northman. "Perhaps you can." he started, his voice was low and sombre, his accent, while still had at its root his Gaelic sound had been altered over the last few decades by his presence in Italy and the surrounding accents. "My name is Ryan McCarthy, I was hoping to speak with Eric. I intend to be here for a while and would like to let him know. For the courtesy darling." He leaned back in his chair, one foot rose until the ankle was resting on the knee of his other leg. His right hand extended, revealing a platinum ring on his pinky finger, to take up the half empty glass at his table. Tru Blood, AB Positive.
"If he or his progeny are present, I would appreciate it if you could send word to him." The glass came to his lips, the warm liquid was a welcome sensation on the back of his throat, but ultimately it paled in comparison to an actual meal.
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Post by alyssa on Dec 4, 2010 11:51:01 GMT 10
She was amazed at how different it looked now as she parked her blue Toyota not far from the main entrance. She had decided on tight jeans and a slightly revealing black top, though she brought a sweater, should she need to cover herself up. Alyssa had no idea what happens at vampire bars because even back in California, where there were quite a few, she tried to stay away from them.
The girl at the door admitting people looked like she was ready to take a bite off of anyone she didn't think was good enough to go in but Alyssa didn't let that get to her. She approached the door with her usual perky self and only got an eye-roll before she was allowed to go it. As she did, she gasped. The scene in front of her was every bit like what they say on TV that it would be like. There were vampires everywhere, mingling with people who looked like they wanted nothing but to have their blood sucked by the immortal in front of them. There were people (maybe vampires) dancing on the make shift stages all over the floor.
She had no idea where to go so she stood at the door longer than necessary, trying to figure out if she should head for the bar or turn around then and there. Alyssa Addison Baker |
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Post by Tara Thornton on Dec 5, 2010 1:02:43 GMT 10
Tara watched him closely and nodded. "I can try to get hold of Eric and Pam, but I believe the are taking care of some business." She turned and walked away, heading toward the office, were Eric was. She spoke to him a few moments, before walking back to the new vampire. "He's busy at the moment, but he'll come to you when he's free." She glanced at Alyssa and smirked. "New blood, I see" She walked up to her, calmly. "It's not smart to stand there, someone might think your a meal." She told her, before gently taking her arm, and leading her to a empty table. "I'm Tara, by the way." She greeted her with a soft smile. "Would you like anything to dr-?" she didn't get to finish as a vampire named Ron, came up to her, and tried to touch her, in the wrong way. she frowned and hit him hard, and then kicked him. "I am not a meal" she hissed at him. She looked at Alyssa again. "Sorry about that, dumb vampires like him, piss me off. Anyway, would you like anything to drink?"
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Post by Ríoghan MacCarthaigh on Dec 5, 2010 2:25:34 GMT 10
Ryan nodded as Tara offered to go look for Eric or 'Pam.' He was unsure who Pam was but it didn't take one of his age to add one and one together and assume she was his progeny. When the human returned she informed him that Eric was busy, but would be with him soon. The old Celt couldn't help but shift in annoyance, a sheriff making him wait. But then he collected himself, he wasn't an acting King. The Mezzogiorno was very far away. He had a regent in place, he was in America as just a regular old vampire.
The woman took her leave, and he gave a quick nod as she did before he returned to his True Blood. It appeared only a few moments would pass before some drama would kick up. Some vampire overstepped his bounds. "That little pup." hissed the Celt as he watched Tara unleash her mortal fury. She was brave, to say the least. But a vampire was not likely to tolerate such a thing unless he was very young indeed, or perhaps that Tara was something else.
Regardless, Ryan's wise old eyes watched as the vampire recoiled for a moment, not to be seen down by a human in front of his friends he was about to go on the attack. The Celtic vampire could not allow some young pup to ruin this vampire bar. His movement was a blur, he broke into a run at speeds only one of his age could achieve, taking the vampire with one hand and going straight out the front door.
Once clear of the bar and in a dark place he put his free hand to good work and swung the back of his hand across the vampires face. As durable was a vampire was compared to a human, the young one wasn't a lick on Ryan and the backhand did obvious physical harm. "Don't be so crass you little brat." he nearly spat as he crossed the distance from where he was and where the vampire had been blown, before driving his boot onto his neck. "You will not be returning to the bar tonight." continued Ryan, his hand rising to his mouth as he licked the blood that had marked his skin. "Do you understand me?" he asked, green eyes burning into the vampires while his boot continued to crush his windpipe. Ron's eyes begged for mercy, which Ryan granted.
Moving as a blur once more he returned to the bar, turning to the woman Tara and her new company. "My apologies to both of you." he started, he might have been quite out of his territory, but it was a vampire that had caused the drama and he felt a degree of responsibility to clear the air. "My kinsman is young and foolish, he was quite out of line." informed Ryan before turning to the other human, who's name he didn't know. "I assure you he does not represent the virtues of a vampire. Hear...allow me to buy both of you a drink. I insist, what will you have?" his good hand disappeared into his jacket before taking out a small roll of bills as he turned towards the barkeep and held it up to get his attention.
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Post by alyssa on Dec 5, 2010 10:28:24 GMT 10
They got this far into the conversation when several things happened almost at once. A creepy looking vampire walked up to Tara and attempted to caress her in such a way that Alyssa was sure was unacceptable to anyone, breathing or not. Tara bit his head off then and there but that was nothing compared to the response he got from another vampire who was at the bar. He pretty much took care of him as Alyssa sat there, watching in amazement.
After the first vampire ran off, the latter sat with them. It looked like he knew Tara, at least. Alyssa smiled at him shyly, acknowledging his apology. He sounded reassuring enough when he said that not all vampires are quite as much as an ass as that one was. Although, Alyssa was unsure whether she really believed it or if she was being glamored; she'd heard that they can do that.
"Thank you," she said to him for offering to but them a drink. "Vodka tonic please, if yuo don't mind." The bartender was just heading for them and heard what she said but waited for Tara to tell him what she wanted before getting her drink ready.Alyssa Addison Baker |
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Post by midnight on Dec 21, 2010 19:21:46 GMT 10
Sophie-Anne had tired of her home in New Orleans and had decided to venture out to Eric's so called bar. She agreed to be escourted there but drew the line at having a bodyguard beside her at all times, she was 910 years old and din't need to be babysat. She had frowned the whole way there because she hadn't been allowed to bring Hadley, but she knew with or without Hadley, she was going to go crazy sitting in that house all day, you really could only play yahtzee so many times. She stepped out and stared at the moonlight before the bodyguard in the limo gave her a small shove. She turned hissed and walked regally to the door. The person at the door cleared a way for her, bowed and she smiled at her.
She entered inside and looked around. The bar was something she had expected from Eric's mind and the image of vampires in a human's mind. She stared around as she walked through the bar to a small, empty booth. She heard whispers of herself being honored and she waved the murmurs with a simple flick of her wrist. A human who seemed to be working here walked up, bowed and asked what she would like to drink. She smiled at the girl, she knew that a vampire had convinced the girl to come over respectfully, "O positive, warmed up." She really rarely drank Tru Blood but here she knew that she had to.
She knew that she was being watched by several vampires and she also knew by several male humans as well as some females. She crossed her legs as she watched humans and vampires alike dance, she liked this place, not for interior of course, for how vampires and humans could co-exist, even if it's just in a bar. She hoped that Eric and Pam would arrive soon, she didn't want to spend all night just staring at the fun. She wanted to enjoy it but she wasn't planning on doing that alone. The human came bakc with her drink and she slowly sipped it. It was nothing like Hadley's blood but she had to follow the rules of the bar. She continued to watch everyone in sight and waited patiently but she knew that it wouldn't last all night.
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