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| Club 108, Silverstreet; Attn.: Leslie | |
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| Topic Started: Thursday, 16. April 2015, 13:31 (1,473 Views) | |
| Noel de Gavrillac | Thursday, 16. July 2015, 11:58 Post #21 |
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Noël returned Leslie’s bow when he received her card. For a moment his smile turned more genuine and the chill in his eyes warmed up. Merci Madame, much appreciated. A Wanderer, surprising indeed. Most of them he ever met had more or less obvious marks. So either she was lucky with it or he just hadn’t enough experience with her clan. At least he had a first contact here in his new domicile. He would check this site at home, what this Queen Bee enterprises may be. Home… yes. He fed and spent some time out, it was time to return home. He wanted to work on some newer pictures. The city held new inspirations and he wanted to indulge himself in it while they were vibrating and new. The Toreador nodded when Leslie explained her activities at night. He was pleased to hear, she enjoyed the city and her time. A Kindred in peace with her existence, he assumed. She liked to read, improving her knowledge. A beneficial attitude for someone who was meant to endure the time. Music, well, Noël didn’t share this joy, but at least it had made them meet here in front of this club. Like on command sweet whispers floated to Noël’s attention. Turning his iceblue gaze to a flock of young people. Regardless of he was fed the cold spark of the predator flared in his eyes. Oh yes… he would return here. The look returned to Leslie then, still he had no clear word of her about this hunting ground. Alors Madame, I would hate to keep you from your plans for tonight any longer. My sincere thanks again for your kindness. Just my question again, am I allowed to hunt here in this Club in future nights or is this a place you claim for your own? While he spoke, Noël pulled out his phone and waiting for Leslie’s answer he simply pushed a few buttons to let his Ghoul know he wanted to return home. After Leslie answered he would bid her farewell and a safe night and then walk down the street towards the appointed meetingpoint where Pierre would fetch him. |
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| Leslie | Wednesday, 22. July 2015, 12:32 Post #22 |
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Flemish... furry... flirty... feline! (YODO) Perfection Purrs!
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Her gaze lingered upon him when something distracted him again. The fickle minds of the Toreador. It was said they had little attention when the passion took over and that they weren't steady in decisions and finding answers. The loss into their passion must be so wonderful. Then again Leslie could get lost just by staring up at the sky at night and counting the stars but she was certain it was even more demanding when the powers of passion took over with a Toreador. With a smile she answered him. She had said only for this night but granting him some more would only favour her and not him. Something he would most likely not even pick up on. The fairness of trades and gifts were very debatable. "If you need it then I don't mind that you hunt here. Just keep it decent. Whenever I hear something is wrong you'll have me to answer but I have every faith in you that you'll do just fine. Good night Noël. May the darkness be kind to you." she felt poetic because of him and nodded at him. With a whistle Demon was by her side and she walked away. Sure was interesting finding a Rose in the North. Let's hope he blooms nicely and finds a good spot within London. |
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