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Hopefully Blaire isn't poisoned after bumping shoulders with Elena. I think you have to physically make the poison work instead of just brushing against someone, else people would be dying left and right in the circus XD
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Blaire stared right into the eyes of the vampire as she was addressed, taking the brunt of the glare head-on. Admittedly, it managed to get into her head that maybe she didn't say something right, but she grinned back nonetheless - especially when she was told to shut up. Her eyes conveyed the fact she was intimidated and clearly understood the message, but her body language refused to co-operate. She looked away when Vladimir started talking to her brother, flexing her fingers nervously.
Just then, she picked up an entirely new smell mid-conversation with Malcom, and threw her head over her shoulder to peer at the door where it was coming from, tensing up. A high-pitched, childish voice came from the entrance and Blaire decided that whoever it is, she didn't like them. She noticed the shift and the tattoos, pointedly stating to Vladimir - "I found yer Djinn" - with a glance in his direction.
Once Vladimir finished talking to Malcom about what to do (and frankly, Blaire had tuned out of the conversation a fair while back) she heard Vladimir address her directly, so she twisted again to peer at him curiously. Ah, she loved how much faith the manager had in for her. Throwing two thumbs up and a big, sincere smile, Blaire chimed "My hair's getting a bit long anyways, mister!" and stepped out of the caravan, making sure to rudely bump shoulders with this Elena person that she didn't like for no other reason other than her voice. She didn't even apologise, either.
"So, Malcom, what are we doin' now? I was too busy trying not to gag on the stink of that woman-ugh..." she stops mid-sentence, putting a hand over her nose. Now that they were closer to the main tent Blaire could smell the silver off of the hunters, and it was nauseating. Coupled with the headaches that she constantly received from Malcom's silly silver bullets, Blaire was forced into a bad mood.
"Aye, listen...I'm jes' gonna go get our bags. Won't be long." she mutters, going at a jog towards the forest again. She needed some time to actually prepare herself for whatever lies ahead.
Just then, she picked up an entirely new smell mid-conversation with Malcom, and threw her head over her shoulder to peer at the door where it was coming from, tensing up. A high-pitched, childish voice came from the entrance and Blaire decided that whoever it is, she didn't like them. She noticed the shift and the tattoos, pointedly stating to Vladimir - "I found yer Djinn" - with a glance in his direction.
Once Vladimir finished talking to Malcom about what to do (and frankly, Blaire had tuned out of the conversation a fair while back) she heard Vladimir address her directly, so she twisted again to peer at him curiously. Ah, she loved how much faith the manager had in for her. Throwing two thumbs up and a big, sincere smile, Blaire chimed "My hair's getting a bit long anyways, mister!" and stepped out of the caravan, making sure to rudely bump shoulders with this Elena person that she didn't like for no other reason other than her voice. She didn't even apologise, either.
"So, Malcom, what are we doin' now? I was too busy trying not to gag on the stink of that woman-ugh..." she stops mid-sentence, putting a hand over her nose. Now that they were closer to the main tent Blaire could smell the silver off of the hunters, and it was nauseating. Coupled with the headaches that she constantly received from Malcom's silly silver bullets, Blaire was forced into a bad mood.
"Aye, listen...I'm jes' gonna go get our bags. Won't be long." she mutters, going at a jog towards the forest again. She needed some time to actually prepare herself for whatever lies ahead.
ice2365 said
*take everyone's hand*Kumbaya my lord
Blaire looked like she had more to say before Malcom swept her behind his back, apologising to the vampire. She bristled with indignation, folding her arms and pushing her bottom lip out in an annoyed pout. This feigned anger makes way for some real irritation when Malcom glares at her - Blaire lifted her lip in a snarl, briefly revealing her fangs, and making sure that Malcom sees them before taking a few deep breaths and calming down. The last thing anyone would've wanted right now is a werewolf on their hands, and there were two standing in the Manager's caravan.
Since she doesn't exactly have the longest of attention spans, Blaire soon became bored of listening to serious conversation that she isn't allowed to take part in - such is the case in almost every conversation, and listening to her brother's posh refined accent used to be amusing long ago, and the punchline for many jokes on her behalf, but now meant that she had half an hour or so of waiting to do. She reached for one of her throwing knives before realising, with a pang, that they're all in her bag. She reached for her bag before realising that her bag was up a tree near the circus. She reached for the doorhandle before realising that walking out would be rude, and opted to simply go and stare around the caravan, plodding around aimlessly, ignoring both Malcom and Vladimir as they discussed certain things.
Since she doesn't exactly have the longest of attention spans, Blaire soon became bored of listening to serious conversation that she isn't allowed to take part in - such is the case in almost every conversation, and listening to her brother's posh refined accent used to be amusing long ago, and the punchline for many jokes on her behalf, but now meant that she had half an hour or so of waiting to do. She reached for one of her throwing knives before realising, with a pang, that they're all in her bag. She reached for her bag before realising that her bag was up a tree near the circus. She reached for the doorhandle before realising that walking out would be rude, and opted to simply go and stare around the caravan, plodding around aimlessly, ignoring both Malcom and Vladimir as they discussed certain things.
"No, Malcolm, let's jes' go." Murmured Blaire, glaring at Vladimir. She absently grinded her teeth together whilst following the Manager. The moment the three of them were behind closed doors, Blaire let loose onto the vampire.
"I know it's not my place to say anything, but ye have to calm down. What with yer other guests, scarin' yer coworkers like this will jes' make 'em suspicious. Granted..." Blaire inspected the vampire critically. "They've got a bloody good reason t'be scared of ye, don't they?"
Without the slightest consideration for how rude she was moments before, Blaire stuck out her hand with a big grin. "Blaire McKennen, pleasure to meet ye, despite the current circumstances. We were wonderin' if ye wanted a hand? We've jes' travelled from down south, so we can throw those hunters off the trail a wee bit."
Blaire glanced over at Malcolm significantly. Her look was one of reluctance to tell Vladimir why they were really there, not yet. Blaire still had mixed feelings and doubts about the vampire.
"I know it's not my place to say anything, but ye have to calm down. What with yer other guests, scarin' yer coworkers like this will jes' make 'em suspicious. Granted..." Blaire inspected the vampire critically. "They've got a bloody good reason t'be scared of ye, don't they?"
Without the slightest consideration for how rude she was moments before, Blaire stuck out her hand with a big grin. "Blaire McKennen, pleasure to meet ye, despite the current circumstances. We were wonderin' if ye wanted a hand? We've jes' travelled from down south, so we can throw those hunters off the trail a wee bit."
Blaire glanced over at Malcolm significantly. Her look was one of reluctance to tell Vladimir why they were really there, not yet. Blaire still had mixed feelings and doubts about the vampire.
Hovelmeier said I reckon Malcolm would step in and start talking more... how to put it... politely after his sister has "introduced" them so to speak ^^
"HI MANAGER I AM WEREWOLF PLEASED TO MEET YOU"
Right in front of the Hunters.
Blaire is considering walking in, going right up to the manager and being all "Want us to throw these hunters off the trail?" because she isn't subtle and assumes that's what the manager of a circus full of supernatural beings would do when faced with a team of Hunters.
facelessrecon said
OMFG YOU ARE OUT OF CONTROl
facelessrecon said
I have a feeling Malcom and Blake are gonna have some conflicts of interests. (Mainly: Fire)
Best part is that Blaire's hopefully going to become besties with Blake. So Malcom's going to have to stick with him anyways~
ReaptheMusic said
hm.
Hm? :o
Right! My CS if finished, it's on page 24. Here's the permalink - http://198.58.124.212:3000/topics/14083/posts/ooc?page=24#post-584560
Hovelmeier's also going to post his CS up soon, and we're working on an opening post collab to get our bearings. I'll admit, it's really difficult to figure out how to join the circus and show off our skills and our 'talents' (*cough*werewolves*cough*) with the leader of the Hunters and his two assistants prowling around.
But I'm sure we'll find a way~~~
Hovelmeier's also going to post his CS up soon, and we're working on an opening post collab to get our bearings. I'll admit, it's really difficult to figure out how to join the circus and show off our skills and our 'talents' (*cough*werewolves*cough*) with the leader of the Hunters and his two assistants prowling around.
But I'm sure we'll find a way~~~
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