battybela

[battybela]

closed starter @nxturefairy location: the woods

samuel didn't really enjoy feeding in the woods like some animal. being alive as long as he was it felt barbaric to stoop down to this level, but he had to admit he wasn't being the most careful and since he liked his food fresh and from the source, he had to get a little old school. luring some pretty little thing into the woods wasn't very hard and he hardly saw anyone out and about in them at this time of day. so he figured his plan was pretty concrete.

even with his fangs neck-deep into his meal his senses were on high alert. so the simplest twig snapping had him carefully removing his fangs from the poor girl's neck and slowly turning around to a different beauty. she had this humming to her that made him curious, and while he should be more polite and wipe off the crimson that was dripping from his mouth onto his shirt, he figured he could make room for dessert so there was no need.

"what a nice day for a stroll, isn't it?" he said with a teasing grin, looking the woman into her eyes. "you have a beautiful smell to you, dear. almost...nothing like this woman next to me. do tell me; what's your secret?"

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Samuel chuckled, his hand reaching his face to see if there really was any wrinkles showing. Sometimes this form liked to play games with him and reveal more of his true age than he would like, but he hadn't been using that much of his power. It was a shame that it would betray him the moment he was looking at one of the most stunning creatures he had ever seen. At her offer for refreshments, he raised an eyebrow, studying her silently. There was no doubt in his mind that there was still champagne, but what he was craving was something considered more of a delicacy anyways. "I'm curious to know which of these potions could help my appearance," he said honestly, revealing himself more than he realized. Lingo, slang, whatever was hard for him sometimes. "No refreshments necessary. At least none of which you are offering at the moment."

location: until sunrise boutique @evermorehqsstart

"Oh, my dear, welcome in. You must have been one of those unfortunate ones who were missing, considering the state of your skin. But don't worry, we have just the thing to fix it." Even if they hadn't been, Sarah knew that their skin needed help and they knew it too, otherwise why would they even be here. "Do you need some water? Tea? I would offer champagne but we've sadly run out." I.E the bottles were chilling in the back but she wasn't convinced they were worth opening it yet.

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samuel took his time drinking in the man's blush. that tease of color would put a lesser-trained immortal in a frenzy, but he had much practice. there was an art in making another man nervous. most only did it for the thrill of winning or having some stupid alpha complex over the other man, but samuel liked a long game. he liked unraveling the other man until he was whimpering for more. most would call him unfair but in the end they both win from his tactics. pleasure and pain were something he melded as both a weapon and a means to cure his boredom. until this very moment, he was very. very, bored.

"a nice walk is more than enough to unwind," he countered, a sly grin on his face. "i think you need a walking companion. maybe it'll help you with finding a destination in mind. i've been told i'm great at helping others slow their heartbeat....or the opposite, depending on what's needed." he cocked his head to the side before letting out a laugh. "no need to be nervous. i only bite when it's asked of me."

as a man, goob didn't share the same fear women did when walking home alone at night. the impending fall air was warm as it fluttered against his cheek, yet a shiver still bit at the tail of his spine and sent goose pimples down his forearms. he tucked his hands deeper into the pockets of his hoodie, lips twisting as dark hues surveyed the dimly lit sidewalk below him. perhaps it wasn't smart to be walking with his head down; whilst he was a man, he was a pretty stupid one.

hearing a voice, sharp and sudden as it pierced through the otherwise quiet night, goob spun on the back of his heel as his shoulders shot up towards the quickly-warming skin of his earlobes. " huh ?? oh — oh no . . . not lost just, ya know . . . " a nervous laugh tumbled from his lips, and goob felt the heat from his ears melt over his cheeks as the other took his time drinking him in. like he were prey. discomfort found its seat in his chest, cozying up against his ribs, squeezing his heart to make his blood pump all that faster. " uh— i'm just . . . i'm just out for a walk. no destination to uh, unwind, in mind. . . "

[battybela]

that slutty little earring, chain and wink lord fucking save me

[battybela]

closed starter @wildcstwinter (goob) location: downtown evermore

it had been a bit since samuel found himself entertained just by people-watching, but the man before him stumbling around downtown like he was going to be jumped at any second was a sight to see. he looked like a simple hello would terrify him to his core and samuel, being the hunter he was, couldn't resist a chance to mess with that. call it cruel of him to stare too long at the way the guy's adam's apple bobbed up and down, but once he caught his eye he couldn't help but make his presence known. he looked good enough to take a bite out of...and well, he was only immortal.

"are you lost?" he asked, slowly looking him up and down just to see if it would make him squirm. "i'm awfully good at directions and could help you find the nearest place to...unwind a little bit."

[battybela]

"I prefer to be sugar-free but sometimes..." He looked her up and down. "...exceptions can be made. For the right people, of course." Once he was trying to take pictures he had to admit to himself that it was a harder task than he expected. He never could quite get the hang of these modern day communicators. But he didn't let his façade fall for a second. "These pictures really don't do enough to capture your radiant smile, darling. But...I think these are good."

"Oh, please," Lottie pfft-ed, waved her hand as if she were brushing off his compliment, but a blush crept into her smiling cheeks. "Aren't you just as sweet as sugar?" Leaving him with her phone, she stepped back, ready to pose for the pictures that were rather pointless... but she supposed you could never have too many. "It's kind'a my job, funny enough. But I do love capturing the moment, too. It sure is nice to be able to look back at all your best memories."

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A flash of darkness danced through his expression at her question. "I can do a lot of things, dear. It really depends on what you're looking for." A weighted answer for a simple question. Samuel glanced around the room and silently appreciated her determination to make this hurt. A little pain wouldn't hurt if she did manage to rough him up a bit. "I'm not scared at all," he said flashing her his teeth as he grinned. "Let's get started, then. I'll even be kind enough to let you make your move first. I won't even move my hands."

"And what can you do?" Pheebs asked, though the question was more rhetorical than anything else considering she was about to find out. "I think...there's room in here to start but I don't see why we couldn't." Although that meant there would be no mats and nothing protecting either of them from the hard ground but Phoebe didn't mind, she'd always been a little masochistic when it came to working out and pain. "Or are you just scared you'll get your ass kicked in front of everyone by me?"

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There was the glimpse of that fire he was so curious about. Samuel was more than willing to fuel the flames if it showed him what this woman was capable of. "I guess we will. The sooner the better. It's been a long time since I've been able to show off what I can do." Ever since that foolish Vlad started growing soft. While he didn't need to fight, he could still make it fun for the both of them. "You think we need to take this outside, darling?"

For so long, Phoebe's fire was what scared people away from her. it was the scariest part or, so she'd been convinced considering most people's reactions to it. Her anger, her rage, her literal fire and burning skin - she was starting to understand it but accepting it was still a long way off. Now this was turning into a challenge and for better or worse, Pheebs was a competitive person, sometimes more than she should have been. But if he wanted to make this a challenge...she was more than happy to throw down. "I guess we'll see about that won't we?" She asked, dark eyes roaming over him as though sizing up her opponent.

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"You're right, I don't know you. But that fire? Gives me a pretty good image." He chuckled at her words. She was cute. He was sure she had more potential to do some damage than others do, but he had ways of making it a challenge. "Oh darling, you think I would make it that easy for you? I won't have to lift a finger on you because you'll be too busy trying to get a single hit on me. I'm faster than you think." He gave her a wink. He could be a good sparring partner...among other things if she desired. "Trust me when I say that it'll be quite the workout."

"Bold of you to say anywhere suits me considering you don't know me." But Phoebe didn't actually mind, not as much as she normally would have when someone felt that comfortable assuming something about her. Tucking one of her gloves under her arm, she walked towards him, curious yet intriguing smirk on her lips. "Would you now? That could work but it would hardly be sparring if you didn't hit back, so you might have to lay a finger on me to make it worth it. Otherwise, you're no better than a bag."

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"A picture?" Samuel could admit he didn't understand what it was with these modern times and capturing every single moment with a photo. What happened to living in the present? If it was up to him those cursed cell phones would be a distant memory in people's minds. Still, he had his part to play and if he came off too confused his real age would really start to show. "Sure, darling," he said holding his hand out to take her delicate phone into his palm. "I suppose you enjoy capturing the moment? Or is it that you can't resist sharing your beauty with the world? "

LOCATION: anywhere at the carnival FOR: @battybela

Now, in all honesty, Lottie had taken more than enough pictures today. She had handed her phone over to a few fair-goers, and she didn't intend to pose for anymore. But she had to find a reason to approach him. Could you really blame a girl for trying? "Excuse me, hello. Man of many talents," she greeted him after patting her hair down, hoping Samuel remembered her. It would be pretty sad if he didn't... "Could you be a doll and snap a quick picture for me?"

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"I suppose you can't. I think this place suits you," he said, looking her up and down, not an ounce of shame in his movements. He appreciated beauty in all forms and he was not the type to be subtle when he wanted to go after it. "Then maybe you just need to find the right person to practice on..." He straightened his posture a little bit as an idea formed in his mind. "I'd be more than willing to let your practice with me. I won't lay a finger on you. Just offer you a chance to really practice your growing hobby..."

There question caught her a little off guard if she was being honest, not expecting him to half-own up to the fact that he might have been. So many others would have just denied it and blamed it on coincidences and the universe - things she didn't put much stock into herself. "I work there, I can't be there all the time." Especially on her days off. That would have been even more pathetic than she was willing to admit. She straightened up at that, wondering if there was a hint of a challenge in those words and when it came to Phoebe, she tended to interpret most things that way. "Maybe I am, but I can't cause too much bloodshed when I'm only punching a bag." And she was pretty sure those things weren't filled with fake blood or something.

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"Would that be such a terrible thing?" Samuel said, cocking his head to the side as he studied the woman he had met at the Rage Cage. In all honesty, he was intrigued by her enough to keep tabs, but he wasn't going to allude to that. He had a habit of being drawn to destruction....could anyone blame him? "Has the Rage Cage lost its luster already? Or are you hoping to cause a little bloodshed?"

closed: phoebe naar & samuel bela ( @battybela ) location: uppercut club

Getting her anger out was not a weekly thing for Phoebe, it was daily even hourly, and she couldn't very well keep destroying rooms while on the clock. So, she'd found herself drawn to Uppercut Club, the boxing classes opening up a new choice for her whenever she had to let off some steam. For some reason, she'd been shocked to see him there - that guy from the Rage Cage. "What are you following me now?"

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Sam shook his head. "Sometimes I can't really help but break things. So I figured trying to do it in a contained place might make it easier to keep things...more relaxed outside of here." Not that he was really intending to do less damage outside of this at all. He just figured that sounded like the best excuse. He didn't carry much on him so locking up any valuables wasn't a time consuming thing, but he took his time sliding his rings off of his hands and grabbing his protective gear from her. "This almost feels like overkill...." he mumbled, feeling slightly ridiculous from everything he had to put on. "Are you going to stand there or are you going to watch me put this on?"

Phoebe's eyes narrowed slightly at his enthusiasm, but she couldn't deny that she wasn't intrigued to see what kind of damage he was planning on doing. He'd walked up with a concern that somehow, he'd do too much and that...well, that was something she wanted to see. Rage was her whole thing and destruction was often drawn to destruction. Pushing her chair away from the desk, Phoebe motioned for him to follow, heading towards the locker rooms where people put on the protective suits and put their valuables away. "You like breaking things or something?" She asked curiously as she grabbed a pair of coveralls and handed them to him, knowing the feeling incredibly well.

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"Pointers! That was the word I've been thinking of. Yeah, I could use a few pointers." He also wanted to see her in action. He could learn a lot about a person by their rage. It was something he was very well acquainted with, after all. Besides, he was dreadfully bored and needed something new to do in this dreadful town. SInce he hasn't found Dennis yet...this was something to do. "What better way to make sure I'm following all of the rules. I think this might be the kind of place I'll need to visit more than once."

"You need help... breaking things?" Phoebe asked, clarifying exactly what it was that he needed. She didn't care that much about her job; the best part were the perks which included being able to get into the rooms for basically free. Honestly, she wasn't sure if this guy was messing with her or not, but the shift had been pretty slow, apparently no one needed to get their rage out at two in the afternoon, which meant she was pretty open to join him. "I guess I could give you some pointers. If you needed it."

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Samuel nodded mostly to himself. He supposed it was a fair answer. What he really cared about was that fire he saw in her eyes. It was a small moment...but enough to get him curious for a little longer. He might be older than most, but at the end of the day he was still guy who liked to look at pretty people. Pretty people with a bite? Even more so. "I'm fairly new to this," he lied, pretending to be a little embarrassed even by the fact. "Is there a way to get someone here to help guide me through it and make sure I keep the walls up?"

My dear. Immediately Phoebe didn't love this interaction but she also wasn't sure what his goal was and suspicion coursed through her. She'd hear him out before losing it ( what a step forward! ) and a lot of that restraint had to do with his face - what? She wasn't immune to a chiseled jawline. "Too much damage?" No one had asked something like that before. The whole point of Rage Cage was to destroy things; it hadn't occurred to her that there might be a line. "As long as the walls are still standing, I think you're fine." They provided plenty of things for people to break in each room, so avoiding structural damage should be easy.

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closed starter @faiirytalcs (phoebe) location: rage cage

samuel didn't normally entertain the rage cage much. he wasn't really one to hide his strength and he was sure the damage he could give a room would be bad enough to actively get him fined. he didn't want to admit that he had rage issues per say, but his growing impatience from his lack of vengeance was making him grow a little restless. so he at least stalked the front desk, catching the eye of an employee who gave him the kind of vibe that just....unsettled him. in a good way he thinks. "i have a question for you my dear," he said with a smile, trying to analyze her body language as he spoke. "how much damage is...too much damage here?"

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open starter location: out back behind pour unfortunate soul

the only thing samuel didn't like about feeding was the aftermath. being stuck in a town meant he had to actually care about the clean-up and that was just such a tedious task. he had gotten better with not getting anything on his clothes, not that he had them on most of the time he did decide to feed from the source, but the stench of blood was still fresh in the air. the poor girl he had tricked into a dark alley was dazed, but he had cleaned her throat and sent her off with a fresh mind a few minutes ago. it wasn't enough to satisfy him, but it was fun for a moment.

all he could do now was light a cigarette and try to get some of that smell out of his nose. there was a faint hint of dry blood on his face still, but he didn't really care. maybe he could find someone else to satisfy his urges. maybe get another drink and call it a night. he heard noise not that far from where he was and he cocked his head to the side to see who the nuisance was. "if you're trying to hide, you're doing a shitty job at it,' he called out, a bored look on his face. "unless you've been here for a while and i'm finally noticing. then i would say you're doing a fantastic job."