Rusalka

On the Streets

@Carlsberg

"What? Whoa! Hey!" Unexpected of the girl to just take her hand and drag her off somewhere, she pulled her hand back, an apologetic look to Jen. Liz hoped she didn't hurt the girl's feelings in some way, but...she just wasn't that type. "L-look I mean uh...you're cute and all, but I'm not really looking for a good time right now, plus I don't have any cash to pay you and my friend's probably wondering what the hell's taking me so long." She sighed after that, deeply, her eyes filling with concern. "I'm totally sorry if I offended you, Jen."

@LiegeLord

Michael shrugged sitting back down. The kid didn't need to say anything. He figured it was the usual. Why ask some greasy ass bum to help you out. "Alright. Suit yourself then." He mumbled fishing from his jacket a crumpled cigarette, clenching it in his dry lips and lighting it. "I'm just saying, I used to be a combat medic back in the day. I know it ain't exactly a doctor, but I know enough about diseases and shit." He paused after a long drag, a wisp of smoke exhaled in a sigh. "Well like I said, pharmacy ain't too far from here. Hope your friend gets to feeling better."

Shuffle your music player and post the first 10 songs

Texas Blood Money - Upon a Burning Body
Talk Shit, Get Shot - Body Count
Absolute Zero - Stone Sour
The Night - Disturbed
Unanswered - Suicide Silence
Obscure - Dir en Grey
Hail to the King - Avenged Sevenfold
War Ensemble - Slayer
Trapped Under Ice - Metallica
They're Coming to Take Me Away Haha - Butcher Babies

Yum or Yuck!! Game~!♪

Yummy yummy yum yum!

Chicken pad thai?

Metalheart

@Princeofhearts Errm....if you want to yea, and I'm hella tired too, so I'm probably gonna pass out here in a fewsies.

On the Streets

@Carlsberg ((*internal nosebleed*))

If she thought her face was red before, it was a cherry tomato when Jen leaned in and whispered...that in her ear. "Re-e-eally..." She chuckled with a nervous stammer. The girl was dropping hints left and right, and just by one it was obvious she was into the ladies, but damn, she never thought Jen was into her. Still, Jen, it was a cute name, for a cute girl no less. Liz could sing pretty good, but if anything, this chick would probably make her hit a high note. "Jen huh?" She bit her lip a little. "I'm uh...Liz, by the way. Well, Elizabeth, but...you know." Again a stupid grin.

Metalheart

@Princeofhearts Uhh....just for the record, Daniella's still in her house. She's in the parlor sitting at the piano.

On the Streets

@Carlsberg

"Guitar mostly." Liz answered, her face feeling slightly warm, again at the mention of this girl's...profession. If she had the money, she probably would pay this girl for a bit of fun...and maybe some other things. But sadly she needed to save every penny she earned for the necessities of homeless life, food mostly. Still...part of her would have liked to spend some time with her. "So...you have a name?"

@LiegeLord

"Yeah, you're probably right there, the rich shitheads." His answer cynical and kind of gruff. "Well...if you want, I can take a look at her." He sighed with a soft smile, one last swig of his booze before tossing the bottle aside without a care in the world. "I was a doctor at one time...sort of." Not in the sense of a hospital, unless that hospital was a sandy, scorpion infested tent in the middle of the fucking deserts of Kandahar. True, if things had gone better for him, if life didn't decide to take a turn for the worst, he would have made something out of it....he would have had...the life he deserved.

Feud of Families: Blood Deep

@King Tai@BlackPanther

You couldn't have picked a better place to begin a search for a degenerate lowlife, even one of the supernatural kind.

One step into the bar and they were the star attraction, her and Camille, every eye leering upon them, from the hustlers and gamblers crowding around the shabby poker tables and pool halls to the burly, brutish bikers, street rats, and hoodlums giving them rather licentious grins full of black, rotten teeth. Hell, even the whores were giving Camille and Rebecca quite the lurid stares, reminded the woman of the times she used to frequent the brothels in Germany. And I wonder why that idiot Stone sends us on missions such as these. She pondered. Such a place, filthy, rowdy, definitely where one such as Vlad, given his description, would spend his evenings, up to no good of course. And definitely after this Rebecca would need a nice hot bath...and perhaps a relaxing massage from her beloved clinging to her side at the moment.

Then up this one fellow came to her, a rather stout man, full beard and hair oiled and greasy, as much as the rancid smile he presented the two females. As if instinct, Camille cowered behind Rebecca upon sight of him, Rebecca answering his displeasing presence with a mere crinkle of her nose and a scowl. Men, they were always after one thing and one thing alone, the same with that wretched creature who not only defiled the woman by turning her into a vampire, but going as far as to even defile everything about her. Oh yes, those scars did remain, deep and calloused, and damned be the vampire if she was going to let another bastard get his grubby paws around her. First off, she couldn't understand a single word he was saying to her in his drunken stupor, as evidently he reeked of alcohol and sleazy women. Twas as if the neanderthal was babbling some incoherent tongue of the ancients, and truth be told, Rebecca knew her dead languages. But even she couldn't discern what this idiot was rambling on about, which only caused her scowl to harden towards him.

Again, it was a good thing she was a bit older and more refined now, as a younger, feistier Rebecca would have certainly grasped his wagging tongue, riddled with lecherous filth, and ripped it from his mouth in front of all to see the gory spectacle. Yet, such violent intentions, even justified under these harsh pretenses, she had to subdue for the moment. To make a scene wouldn't just be the death of her, though she and her beloved could handle a couple of vicious mortal thugs, but more or less compromise the mission, revealing herself as Nosferatu, and an agent of the UHC. Which reminded her...this was the place Katya said someone was seeking out UHC. Once that thought hit her mind, it went into vigilant mode instantly. ~"Hmph. You couldn't handle this even if you wanted to, big boy."~ Her tone was rather seductive, and yet intentionally condescending, a snub she gave with an insolent smirk, basically her subtle way of telling this mindless, drooling dipshit to piss off.

The girl followed behind her as she sauntered up to the bar, her hips, the curves and definition of a Hellenistic goddess, swaying ever so temptingly. She hated men, but did she love to tease them.

~"A vodka and tonic on the rocks."~ She whispered to the bartender, an even shadier fellow was he than the rest of his natural patrons. As he prepared her poison of choice, the woman leaned against the bar, one hand resting on her cheek, her face a languid expression of boredom, however, her eyes were ever watchful, making certain no one in this place dared to pull something crass on her and her sweet. Speaking of which, the girl sat beside her, shivering a tad. It was a bit drafty, yes, but it wasn't really the cold air getting to Camille....

...It was the man standing behind her and Rebecca.

Metalheart

@Dmessenger That'll work. Just got home from my job, dead tired ...again, and still drawing a blank here. Hopefully I'll have something tomorrow.

Metalheart

@ladyanglaise That does make sense, but I did have the idea of a party being held at her house in honor of her becoming a singer. Of course she's still going to be depressed over losing Maxwell and will probably leave the party in an outburst, causing possibly some fights between her and her parents and whatnot. Yeah...I like the drama =u=