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[color=FF4D4D][b]Time: [/b][/color]Dusk
[color=FF4D4D][b]Location: [/b][/color]Beach to street outside of The Pit
[color=FF4D4D][b]Interaction: [/b][/color] [@AtomicNut] - Lupin, [@Alivefalling] - Marceau[/center]
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One terrible interaction with a single ruffian was not going to deter Helene or her insatiable curiosity. Before she could even lift herself up, a striking gentleman seemingly emerged from the shadows of her view and offered his assistance [color=FF4D4D]"My, aren't you a gentleman?"[/color] She smiled softly as she stood back up as if nothing had struck her in the first place. Whatever anger vanished in the face on the man before her, with a tone that reminded her an awful lot of her mother. She didn't have to wonder as the person introduced himself not only as another of her kind but also as the first. Her face appeared to light up with excitement as this chance encounter but was also hit by extreme humility. There were few even among vampires that her mother saw as her equal and Marceau was the only one she spoke of in a higher sense than herself. 

The comment about danger slipped her mind completely in his presence as she followed his lead. Despite the giddiness she felt, she managed to hold her composure somewhat to answer his question. A flicker of hesitation shown in her eyes and the slightly agape lips as she was about to speak. What if he reported where she was back to her mother? That would disastrous! She had told Boris she would see him tomorrow! There were also so many other places to visit and people to meet! Not to mention she had yet to play her music in front of crowd! However, she could not bring herself to lie to Marceau. Helene had never successfully lied to her mother so how could she possibly do that now? [color=FF4D4D]"My name is Helene, of the Sinclaire clan, your grace."[/color] She performed a small curtsy as she spoke.

It was as if the average human had met the leader of their country...no, this exchange was more monumental to her. A child. That is what he called her and in comparison to him it was entirely accurate. Marceau had traveled the world over several centuries and had lived through events she had only read in books. A gallant, soaring albatross while she had only just managed to leave the nest. If the way she rubbed the back of her right hand with her left thumb was any indication, she was nervous talking to someone in which the difference between them seemed almost infinite.

It did not help as she overheard an individual around them speak of a strip club, that comment alone was enough to cause a light blush to rise in her cheeks. She had no idea that she had headed into [b]THAT[/b] side of the town! Oh, mother would have her head if she was caught here! She had been so distracted by the bright lights and people that she had not put it all together. Was that what Marceau was here to protect her from! What Debauchery! Her eyes went semi-wide. What if Marceau was here for that same reason? After all, Vampires live forever but that doesn't stop their lust, right? Every thought inside her head was suddenly going wild and off in different directions. Even more than before, she began to panic about talking to Marceau [color=FF4D4D]"I assume you know of my mother..."[/color] The words seemed to trail off.