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Toran roared down the road to his shop and came to a stop outside. He regarded his graffiti covered place with it's boarded up windows and considered that it would look nicer if he'd had Lucy do the painting. Of course, looking like an abandoned piece of crap was one of the reasons he decided to live there. That and the neighborhood was mostly abandoned condemned buildings and empty lots.

He walked his bike over to the pile of sheet metal on the side of his building and unhooked the saddle bags, rolling his bike under the pile and slipping the chain back through the wheels. He didn't THINK any of the gang kids would be stupid enough to fuck with his bike, but better safe than sorry.

He lifted the side bags and slid the straps over his shoulders. Waiting for Lucy to arrive to he could slip her bike in with his. Eyeballing the space he figured they'd fit. He knew she was more than strong enough to shift the flap of sheet metal aside and roll her bike in and out. He checked his phone while he was waiting, checking to make sure none of his security alarms had gone off while he had been out. So far so good. No problems.

He'd have to show Lucy the hatch under the safe so she could get out if the front door compromised. He had no desire to see her caught in the house because he had neglected to show her the emergency route out. Though Sawyer had implied that the sewers of London weren't the safest place to be. Course, if you needed to escape you needed to escape. Safe was probably a moot point by then.
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Lucy's bike pulled up outside the building some three-four minutes later, she slowed down and rolled the last bit over to where Toran was waiting for her. Honestly, the hoodie and winter jacket combination did not match the Harley and skull cap helmet she was wearing, but as had been established before, Lucy wasn't that bothered with appearances.

Flashing a smile though, she pulled the goggles down and dismounted so she could moved the bike in with his. It was a close fit but it worked and it sure as Hell beat leaving it outside in case someone decided to do something stupid. Because there was always one idiot out there who was incapable of recognizing what was best for him. History had shown this to be true time and time again.

"I'm surprised there's no electric fence or anything" she couldn't help but smirk at him as she motioned towards the metal sheet shed currently housing both bikes. "Or at least some barbed wire" the Brujah chuckled lightly as she adjusted the backpack hanging over her shoulders, the damn smooth surface of the jacket making the strap slip all too easily.
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Lowering the heavy sheet metal down to cover the bike Toran grinned, the metal made a horrible flexing clattering noise as it went into place. He pointed to a tiny spot on the wall, where a slim microphone stuck out of one of the boarded over windows.

"Microphone is hooked to a computer, when the sound of metal rattled out here it sends an alert to my phone. Small camera records what's going on. First time a couple people fucked around I came out with a 25 lbs long handled wrench and convinced them I'd beat them so badly they'd be pissing their brains if they touched my shit. The word spread. About a week later the "biggest badass on the block" showed up, looking to prove this was his turf. I left him the use of one arm and around three of his teeth before I stopped proving my point. Since then, they mostly leave me alone. Especially since I gave them permission to paint anything they wanted on my building. The younger bangers get a kick out of that. Trying to outdo each other. Once a month I judge the winning piece and make them some custom thing they want. Bribe and bully works in combo around here."

He leaned down to kiss her and triggered a sequence into his phone, which in turn canceled the alarm he'd triggered and unlocked his building. He nudged the wood veneered steel door open and stepped inside. The usual clutter of machine parts, circuits and such laying around. It was a well organized clutter, though most people probably wouldn't realize that off the bat. He knew he could trust Lucy to close the door so he ducked through the ragged blanket that protected the back, ignored the EEEEEEEEEEEEE of his door alarm and walked up the spiral staircase to set her stuff in the main bedroom.

He wasn't sure what she'd want with her and what could go in other places, so he'd leave that to her. But he was making it clear that SHE was a priority and the main bedroom was her domain. He'd already gotten two smaller beds for his guest rooms. That way if someone like Mac showed up bleeding against they'd have something more comfortable than a cot to lay on.
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"A competition huh? Maybe I should add something just for the Hell of it" because graffiti work was fun and not something she got to do all that often. The fact that she'd gotten to paint the front store was a big kick, and she'd been pretyt happy with how it had turned out. It at least made the place easily recognizable. Good for business, though in this case, perhaps not so good for her safety.
Though, her moving in with Toran for a little while took care of that problem. Hopefully.

The door closed and locked and double checked, she would follow him upstairs to the apartment, kicking her shoes off once up the stairs, padding across the floor with miss matched socks after having hung the jacket away. The tent sized hoodie hanging off her shoulder out of pure principle it would seem.

"I'm really grateful. And I know I've already said it time and time again but, yeah, thanks" she smiled at him as she unpacked the sketch books and drawing kits to leave them in the living room before taking the clothes and the bag she'd brought to the bedroom where she'd make sure to place it so that it was out of the way.
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The big man chuckles softly.

"I'd love if you wanted to put your art up on the wall. Though finding a spot that won't immediately get painted over can be a hassle. I had to be pretty firm with the kids when they started covering each other's work. Eventually had to assign sections of the building."

He chuckled. Toran didn't realize it but his presence actually kept the block a bit free of some of the shit that went down. After he pummeled the gang leaders they'd gone elsewhere to feel badass. Despite the fact that most his clients were gang bangers, thieves and professional black hats, he didn't tolerate rough shit near his building, and they had learned fast that he'd put cameras everywhere.

"Lilbit you don't need to thank me, but if it makes you feel better..."

He put his arms around her and pulled her firmly up against his body, looking down at her with his silver-blue eyes.

"I can always say that you're my toy sex slave and that I'm holding you prisoner to sate my ravenous appetites."

He said it with a grin and a smile, though there was a slightly dark tinge to the back of his gaze. That ghoulish beast, watching, waiting for an excuse to come out. Kissing her nose he let go of her so she could go back to unpacking.

"If you need to hide, the safe downstairs with the bars welded on top lifts and under it is a hatch. The ladder will take you down to a room with a security door.... your palm print will unlock it. I .... took your pattern off the coffee mug you touched."

He was a bit embarrassed about that. He knew went under the stalker heading, but he was still glad she could get into the secure rooms. At least the ones he was willing to tell people about. Truth was he had another exit, he just didn't advertise it.
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She shook her head when he said her painting might end up getting covered.
"That's not a problem, just means I'll make something new when that happens" as anything painted on the wall of a building would sooner or later get painted over with something else. It was inevitable, and Lucy actually kind of liked it. It was a kind of evolution in its own little way.

The kiss was returned by smiling lips when he pulled her close. The blue eyes meeting his silvery ones, showing nothing but trust in return for his hunger.
"It would be true, wouldn't it?" the Brujah teased, finding that made her smile again oh so easily as she slipped off to the bedroom to unpack the rest. Or rather. Put the bag abd clothes on a chair if there was one or. In a corner otherwise.

The comment about her hand print made her briefly stop before a quiet chuckle fell from her lips. The Swede shaking her head.
"That, I would've never guessed. You're pro at this paranoid business" as, while perhaps a bit creepy, it still wasn't something she could be upset over. Specially not when he'd done it so she would be able to access to the escape route he'd built.
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"Yeah. If I hadn't partied so hard I wouldn't have lost my scholarship to RIT. Who knows what I could be doing. The NSA actually tried to recruit me while I was in prison, so I could work with them on security systems. Then changed their minds when they evaluated my record and saw all the fights I was in. Decided that anyone who got jumped as often as I did had to be doing something to encourage it."

He chuckled and his eyes flashed lustily when she commented on the truth of his owning her as a toy. But he reigned it in. He didn't want her to think that they had to screw every time she she came over. Besides, he had another thought that for a change, didn't have her naked body in mind.

"You wanna paint on the inside? You could do murals and stuff if you wanted. I trust you to have it look pretty good. Just because I like living in a bunker doesn't mean it has to be a plain boring to look at one."

He actually liked that thought. His upstairs was so spartan and sterile, all steel and the same colored walls. At first he'd like it. It soothed the part of him that was still locked in prison, fighting to survive. But now... Lucy brought out a part of him that longed for a bit of color and energy.

"As long it has nothing to do with the Jersey Shore you can pretty much do whatever you want."


He couldn't quite express how much he hated that show. Growing up in Jersey, on the shore, then seeing that show made him want to burn the coast of New Jersey off the map. He imagined vampires had something similar. Maybe that weird ass sparkly vampire book.. what was it called... Twinkle?
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Emerging from the bedroom with a smile, Lucy nodded her head.
"I could easily paint something for you if you like. Just tell me what you wanna see or I'll end up just going with whatever pops unto my head, and God knows what that might" he'd seen her place so yeah, might just be he'd end up with something like that if he didn't give her some limitations outside of the Jersey Shore thing.

"I can go pick up some cans tomorrow and get started" it was a very good distraction he was offering her actually, as it sure as heel beat sitting around twiddling her thumbs while they tried to dig up some leads to go in concerning Jen.

For a moment she both looked and sounded like her usual self there she smiled at him. Minus the make up and hair dye as she was just her natural blonde self tonight, no colour or make up to accent or change her looks.
Just Lucy, in an oversized hoodie that suggested she wasn't wearing anything underneath it as the exposed shoulder was bare.
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He regarded her, considering how much he liked seeing her like that. Given how much she was going through, he really shouldn't consider what he was considering. Time and a place man, and when anxious over a friend? NOT THE TIME. He chuckled softly and shook his head.

"Hmmmm, you have a point. How about something with a bit of a mechanical slant. Steam punk, sci-fi, whatever fancy you take on the subjects. Plenty of walls in here for murals."

He stepped into the living room and sat down on the heavy lazyboy, just shy of being a true love seat. He unlaced his combat boots and slipped out of them, then his sockets and took the simple joy of willing his bare feet. Contrary to Mac's opinion, he feet didn't smell that bad. But that was because he regularly sprinkled baking powder into his boots to pull out any sweat and stank. Old trick his dad taught him from his time in the service.

He leaned back in the chair, tilting his head upset down enough to watch her where she was, motioning for her to curl up with like they usually do.

"So, what was your life like, before you became a vampire?"

It was a big question, could be a loaded one. But he wanted to get to know her better. He'd given her some things about himself, and was more than willing to share more. He just wanted to get to know her too. He knew enough from Mac & Sawyer than the embrace wasn't always the most pleasant thing. He knew she was shot and dying when she got turned. She'd told him that much.
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As before he didn't have to ask her twice to join him as he'd find the Brujah gladly curling up in his lap, always happy to get to share his warmth.
"In some ways not so different, in others, nothing at all like this" Lucy said as she leaned against him, blu eyes looking up at him as she spoke in a way that suggested she really had nothing to hide as she told him about her life back in Sweden and her family, describing a normal loving family of five who had rolled their eyes when she'd started art school but had let her do her thing anyways.
Her life, from what she told him, had actually been pretty normal. A small teenage rebellion but nothing that would stain her records, a good upbringing and friends and family she cared for. It was obvious she'd early on had fallen in love with tattooing, taking about hee apprenticeship and how, once old enough, she'd started up herself.

No, the woman sitting in her lap was in that aspect mo one special, just a tattoo artist, just an ordinary girl who'd happened to draw the attention of one not so ordinary man while running a studio in Germany.

"So, yeah" she paused, realizing she'd been talking for a while, stoking short of telling him about her Embrace. He already knew the rough outline of how that had gone anyway. "Not all that exciting compared to some people but, I like to think my mortal life was a good one. I have some very fond memories at least" Lucy smiled. "Though this life is giving me some pretty good memories too"
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Toran smiled, curling his arms around her and holding her on his lap. He loved that she looked into his eyes as she talked... and frankly it sounded to him like she had a pretty good life.

"I'm glad you're getting good memories Lilbit."

He was behaving, resting his head on the shoulder that her hoodie left bare. His hands kept to the outside of her hoodie as he stroked her back while she talked. He enjoyed hearing about her life. Liked that she was passionate about something, so much so that she continued to do it after death. It said something about her obvious commitment to her art. He could understand that. His love of machines and technology was similar. To the point where he'd self-studied the stuff he should have learned in college. He was fairly sure he had the equivalent of a graduate degree in engineering by now. But titles didn't mean a lot to him, so he'd never bothered to go back to school.

He kissed her neck softly and kept resting his head on her shoulder. He was actually just happy cuddling on the couch with her, his mind focused on nothing but enjoying the warm figure on his lap. It wasn't even a sexual thrill, just... pure contentment of getting to hold her. Guess he was getting sappy.
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"I'm finding that you're part of a lot of them already" she smiled in return, the small shiver when he kissed her neck an instinctive response by now that couldn't be helped.

She had lived a good life, both before and after her Embrace. Sure, there were shadows in her history too. Darkness that stood in contrasts to the rest. But, she wasn't the type to let them win or take over.
The things that made her smile still outweighed the really shitty pieces, like getting shot, killing, knowing that her family had mourned her when she'd officially died.

If she had focused on only those things instead of moving on she would've lost her sense of self a long time ago. And without that, what did anyone really have?

He rested his head on het shoulder and she lifted a hand to play with his hair gently.
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The muscular man grins at her hairs toying with his hair, his arms curled around her, holding her. His silver-blue eyes closed in happiness as he rests his jaw on her shoulder, his head down, just enjoying the snuggling.

This was... pretty good. This was very nice really. Just being mellow and holding her. He hadn't really made any plans, and had no ideas on activities. But damn was it relaxing to have her in his arms. Mostly he just wanted to comfort her... which seemed to be going well.

He wondered what she would do with immortality, if she considered it. If she continued to live a cautious life, avoiding fire, sunlight and the misguided people who would kill her, there wasn't a limit to how long she'd live, if he understood it right. Of course, so would he, if he continued to drink the blood of vampires. His mind was just sort of idling at the moment. Just drifting as he relaxed and enjoyed the presence of this slim woman in his arms.

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She was happy to just stay like that for a while, to have a few minutes of peace. Both of them finding themselves relaxing in the presence if the other. It truly was a good feeling.
Even so though, she didn't have plans of taking up his entire evening. He probably had things to do, though she allowed herself a few more minutes before speaking.

"Mm, you know, if you got work to do I won't take up your time" he was kind enough to let her stay for a while and she didn't want to inconvenience him more than necessary.

"I'll still be here later" Lucy smiled at him. " Not as if I'll be going anywhere"
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"I've got nothing to do here and I'm pretty damned happy holding you, truth be told."

His voice rumbles softly, his head still on her shoulder, his silver-blue eyes mostly closed. The muscular man has no drive to move, no drive to do anything but sit calmly in his chair and holding his girl.

"Do you have any pressing desires tonight? Anything you want to do?"


He was damned comfortable, but if she wanted to do something, he figured he could rouse himself for some activity. Though, he didn't remember the last time he had felt this mellow. He stretched his legs out slowly and just enjoyed sitting back in the chair, one large calloused hand stroking up and down her back, cuddling her close and enjoying her nearness.
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Shaking her head slightly she merely stayed where she was, leaning against him.
"No, no plans. I was gonna stay in bed and stare at the ceiling but, this is much better" much much better in every way possible. As staying locked up in her Haven but nothing but her thoughts to keep her occupied would've been a shit idea.

"So...." yeah, no plans, nothing she had to do. It was a good feeling though to know that this was all she needed to do if she wanted to. Because he appeared as relaxed as she did there he held her, eyes closed, leaning into the comfortable lazyboy.
"Mmm... we can talk if you want" about anything, everything. Almost. She'd already blabbed about herself long enough that he must've gotten tired hearing about her by now heh. And she rather not talk about the kidnapping as that took up enough of her mind already. But, anything else, she would gladly talk with him about.

"Tell me something I don't know" the Brujah smiled, tilting her head slightly so she could look at him.
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Hmmm, Toran contemplated. Tell her something she didn't know.

"My Mom was a certified electrician and started teaching me when I was really little. By the time I was 10 I could rewire a light fixture as good as she could."

He chuckled at the memory. It had freaked his shop teachers out in junior high and high school when he handed in projects with custom electrical motors when the other kids were giving them tie racks and stuff.

"My Dad was in the Marine Corp. He specialized in mechanical transportation care and artillery. He used to teach me how to fix up old cars and stuff when he was in base, in between deployments."

They were good memories. It probably wasn't a shock to hear both his parents were mechanically inclined, considering what he did for a living.

"My Dad was born in Scotland, my Mom too. They moved to the US with Grandpa and one of my Uncles. That was Dad's twin Crannog. He moved back to Scotland a while ago though."

He didn't have a huge family. A couple of cousins back in the States, an Aunt in Canada, his Uncle over in Scotland. He kept track of them, but it was hard to interact with them seeing as how he was a wanted fugitive. Took careful steps to get in touch with them stateside.
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The vampire in his lap pulled away slightly but only so she could shift around and straddle his lap, that way she could look him in in the eyes while spoke and still be close. Her hands left to rest on his chest while she listened.
"Scotland huh?" a part of her wanted to say hey, he could go visit them, but, then she remembered the other things he'd told her and stopped herself before he words could leave her lips. "Hm... trying to picture you with a Scottish accent now" she chuckled. "Not that there's anything wrong with the one you got now, just, curious" then again he knew by now that she was the type to get curious about the little things.

"You'd probably look good in a kilt" she added because well, kilts, they were awesome and she couldn't help herself. Her brain tended to get overruled by her mouth, though, she had learned to keep it reeled in when it really mattered. Most of the time. Okay so sometimes but it still counted.
"You got the beard and the hair to pull it off at least" to which she caught a lock of his hair between two fingers and gave it a light tug.
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His body reacts to her straddling him but he gives her a lazy grin, one hand sliding down to cup her ass under the hoodie, the other resting comfortably on her back. His silver-blue eyes staring into hers.

"I guess I had one as a kid, so I was told. But then I spent all my time on the beaches and lost it. It comes back sometimes, if I spend enough time with Scottish speakers, but it's never been too prevalent. Downside of being both in the states."

He grinned at her playfulness and lets out a soft belly laugh.

"I suppose it's only fair, considering how much I like seeing you in a plaid skirt, makes sense you might enjoy the same thing. I ah... actually have a couple sets of kilts. The cheater kind, never got the hang of wrapping the pleats around my waist, so I go for the pre-made. Grandpa Chalmer would be ashamed. Bit of a traditionalist."

At least, when he wasn't having affairs with women WAY younger than him. Toran wasn't the only man in his family to have a damned high sex drive. Chalmer, well, Grandpa could have given JFK a run for his money. Smooth talking, good looking bastard. Course, his aunt was a cool girl. Colt-like and a stick. One of the most awkward kids he'd ever met. Huh, hadn't heard anything about her in... what, 8 years?
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Oooh, he had one? That made her grin, a whole lot.
"Yeeeeah, you need to wear one for me sometime" yeah, he'd managed to totally distract her now as she did a sort of small bounce and chuckled. "I don't care if it's the cheater kind, they look sexy anyway" and the easy access part was the same for both kind.

It was then it kind of hit her, as she looked into his and just grew quiet. The smile still softly lingering on her lips.

He made her smile so easily, gave of himself when she needed, looked after her and protected her. He could make her scream in bed and in the next moment hold her as if she was the most valuable thing in the world and take his time washing her hair and simply talk with her.
Seeing him had her in a good mood faster than anything else. And teasing him was one of the most fun things she could think of. And she just...

"Fan..." that was what it was....
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