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[douglasjboothdaily]

Douglas Booth Hearts A Puppy | Clash Magazine Behind the Scenes, photographed by Christian Oita [2013]

[ofaltruxsm]

"It was out of ten. If you want it out of seven, it’s more like a 5… Maybe a 4." Mel replied with a smirk. "You’re a very… vain sounding person, ya know?”

[blondchilde]

"Oh the pain! You've wounded me deeply madam." His tone switched to an overly dramatic Shakespearean actor. "You can't please everyone. But I don't think I'm thaaat vain. Maybe just a bit. Just a teensy bit."

[badmoonlightwriting]

Make mine a Dirty Martini | Closed

[badmoonlightwriting]

Firecracker. Meow. If there was such thing as love at first sight—- this was it.The other man certainly had a bite to him. Just how he liked his men. The cranks in the mind of the werewolf were already cranking to a devious tune as he plotted to find a way to draw the other in. He had every intention of the taking the other man home with him tonight for the evening. Whilst this was undeniably going to be no easy feat, he enjoyed the challenge as much as he enjoyed the prize that he got at the end of the game. The swirling olive hues that were more than eager had attached themselves to the other. He had no fashion sense, that much was clear, but he had the body of Adonis, and that was enough for him to overlook the less than tasteful ensemble. This was about nothing more than sex. The wolf was not built for relationships. He never had been.

"I hope you have a smile to match that bite, sugar. You look terrible. I hate to break this to you, but that shirt is atrocious. I’ll never understand why you stepped out in that. Good thing you have a handsome face or else about half the room here would laugh you straight out of here and out of town. If fact, I’m highly convinced that the people to your left just a few seats over are gossiping about you. Very rude things. True things, of course, but rude nonetheless. My name is Nicholas, Hansel. Everyone around these parts knows my name. I have reputation. Not just behind the bar, but under the sheets as well. I’m a sensational lover. I figured since you were being smug, I might as well join in. My ego is about as much as my shoe size and well—- you know what they say about a man with big feet.”

The lips that have on occasion been labeled as heavenly, unfolded to reveal the dazzling ivories that sported a slight point to them in the corners. The generous smile had a scheming hint to it as it served its purpose to seduce the other man. It was simple tactic. One to draw focus to his lips so that the other man would envision what the plush petals could provide him if he were to go home with the wolf that night. One that easily entrapped men on a nightly basis. He became their fantasy. Whether it was that one night away from their wife and screaming children—-a false front to shield them from their true desires, unknown or not —- or simply because they just because they wanted to have fun. It was also about what he wanted too. Though his lifestyle could be viewed as indecent, he reveled in every second of it.

"Oh, what a pity that would be. Maybe I’d be willing to indulge you if you didn’t continue to waste the liquor. You haven’t touched a drop and I pride myself in the drinks that I make. Either drink or save it for someone who can appreciate it for all its glory. If not, I my just purposely expel the contents of my stomach for the sheer joy of your discomfort. How does that sound?" The wolf had taken a brief break from mixing drinks to wipe down the counter in front of him. The wet towel very rudely slapped against the surface of the marble just mere inches away from the man. An action that he was easily get away with. Though he didn’t like to press his luck too much, he was able to get away with near close to murder because his boss feared that he would leave him and that was really bad for business.

"Don’t flatter yourself too much there. I’m more a leader. I’ve never been one to really follow anyone. A lot of career driven men come here to get away from the stress of work. I’ve gotten pretty good at picking them out in a crowd. Either they’re flashing money around or wearing a tacky suit. Usually both. There are few that have some expensive tastes, but most are sleazy, and far too desperate for their own good. Waving around hundreds like they’re someone important, when in fact, no one here could care less about their name, just the money that they’re tossing around. Errand boy? I should have guessed. You’re not flashing money around, but I’m guessing that you’re paid decent enough. I can see why you’re so annoyed though. Are you always on bottom?"

[blondchilde]

He couldn't tell if this boy was just plain egotistical or if he, himself, was getting old. The fledgling, of course, was prideful to the point of almost narcissistic but he could show surprising humility here and there - especially when his life depended on it. Just the amount this kid could talk was really beginning to get the better of him. It was almost baffling. Was his hearing becoming affected by the noisy scene behind him? And it couldn't possibly be the result of his companion's voice, who by the way, had a voice that could melt butter; but details details. The blond really was getting far too accustomed to the Kindred lifestyle of solitude, which was rather disappointing since he really did try to enjoy himself in little entertaining things such as this. Or maybe the Tremere side of him was poking at him and telling him to go home and brood, as the stereotype went. Either way, the blond was resolute in, at the very least, getting a nip out of this one.

"My smile's my best feature of course. Among many other things, but that's what I've been told. And I really don't think it's all that bad, surely you're exaggerating! I mean, it is kinda...odd, but wearable and not horrible enough to make people leave of all things. Though, if that was the case, I'm hurt. I suppose my dazzling smile wasn't enough to stop them. Maybe it's the bow-tie. Are bow-ties still in these days? Ah, well I guess it doesn't help at all with all the polka dots. Eh, maybe I should've gotten some new clothes before coming here...that kid has an interesting sense of fashion... Pleasure to meet you Nicholas. And that is - ah, nice. Good for you."

If the fledgling had currently been drinking, he might've accidentally spit out the liquid at such a blunt remark - luckily, his expression remained unchanging, other than that one raised brow. It wasn't even the statement that got him - it was the timing really. He hadn't expected his companion to be so forward, even if it was just a ruse. Of course, he's had many run-ins with some very eager strangers and was rather accustomed to being offered to have some fun. Sex was never his end game really, as he felt absolutely no pleasure from it what so ever. It was no different from a chore in all honesty, as after a certain point all he wanted to do was get it over with. Blood was the only thing that could get him, and any Kindred, off - even sexually. Add a little blood play into the sex and he'd gladly stay up until the sun rose. Kudos to this clever bartender for throwing the fledgling off his game. The redhead was a tricky one wasn't he. Sure, he'd play the game.

The blond had almost forgotten about the cup in his hand, mentally berating himself for not finding a way to get rid of it earlier. Oh great. He had a feeling excuses weren't going to get him out of this as this fellow was a sneaky one and would probably find a way for him to drink, whether he wanted to or not. He rubbed the back of his neck, a sheepish grin now present on his face. "I'm sorry to say that I'm not allowed to drink liquor when I go out." It was true for the most part, of course, blood was not included in that list. "The boss kinda has this thing where - well, never mind. I suppose if you want to share a drink with someone else, then you're free too. I'm sure you have plenty of patrons eagerly waiting for me to get out of your way." This guy honestly was just ridiculously blunt or - no, he was just that. "True for the most part. It's what they do when they're bored. Most people would get a hobby, though I guess that is their hobby anyway. And what could have possibly given you that impression? I don't suppose I have a sign on my back that says that in big bold letters."

[blondchilde]

Hunter or Hunted [ Hansel || Nikki ]

[theconflictedhuntress-archive-d]

Nikki pursed her lips in thought. “So somebody’s tryin’ to rile all these kindred up. The question is, who would wanna do such a thing? And why?” She tucked some stray strands of hair behind her ear. Turning to the captive, she asked.”Do you have a meeting place, and if so, where? Who’s your leader?”

He didn’t answer, instead staring at her with cold, hate-filled eyes. “Well?” she pressed, growing frustrated. There was still no reply. “Look, buddy,” she growled. “I’m not gonna ask you again, where is your base? You say nothing, and I’ll have my partner here deal with you, understand?” The kindred paused, hesitantly answering. “South of the market square.” 

"All right, let’s get a move on," Nikki said, turning to Hansel. "Do whatever you need to with this guy, hell, drag him along if you want. I honestly could care less, just make it quick."

[blondchilde]

"Oh this sounds like a bundle of fun!" Despite his cheery grin, the sarcasm was almost dripping off his tongue. "So what's the plan? Are we gonna be all sneaky sneaky or guns ablazing?" He honestly didn't care all that much at this point. Heck, he could leave right now if he wanted to now that he had his little hostage. However, since he's been accompanying the hunter, even if it was for a few hours, he'd feel awfully guilty for abandoning her now.

With a clap of his hands, the blond shot the other vampire a grin. "Nothing like a bit of teamwork am I right?" Pulling him up, ignoring his protests, he gleefully pushed him forward to follow behind the hunter. "Come on, be a pal, we gotta get a move on!" Grudgingly, the vampire obeyed, cussing under his breath as he did so. What an interesting turn of events.

As the happily made trio made its way towards the square, the tension in the air seemed to get thicker and thicker. And of course, there was Hansel to lighten the mood. "Ah yes, you should apologize too. You did quite a number on the lady hunter over there. I'm sure she'd appreciate it." Probably not.

[badmoonlightwriting]

"Not   much   creeps  me   out,  but  going  into  my   closet  to  get   my   pumps   and   seeing   you   in   there   sleeping  is  one  of   those  rare  cases  in  which  it   applies.   Am   I  going  to  find you in the   shower    next?    Wait—-don’t    get     any    ideas.  The last thing  I want to do is go into the bathroom  in  the  middle  of  the  night   and  catch  you there.

 ”Yes.  Spread  your  wings. Fly  off into the sunset.  I’m    sure    you’ll   look   magnificent.   Of   course   they’re  private.  I didn’t  give you permission. That  means   they’re  off   limits.   Did   you  forget   your   manners? Which  ones  did  you  go  through?  All  of them?  Including  the  ones in  the rose album?  That      means    you    saw    them,    didn’t    you?” 

"I   bet  you  have  a  lot   of   questions,  don’t  you?  I  never  told you for a reason. I planned to  maybe  one  day, but  that day just hadn’t come yet.  Since  you decided to take  it  upon yourself to  look it  up,   why don’t we talk about it now then? I’d mind  your  words  though.  Gorgeous fingers for a  gorgeous   wolf.      My     nails     are     my    pride    and    joy.”

[blondchilde]

"Weeeell, at least it wasn't a skeleton in your closet right? Haha, get it? Because I'm technically dead so you know    skeleton? Yeah? No? Okay I'm done." He scrunched his nose at her prediction."Oh please, the closet is one thing, but I would never ever fall asleep in a    " Actually there was that one time... "   ahem, well, I'm sure it won't happen anytime soon."

"Of course I'd look magnificent. The most beautiful cockatoo ever, before I burst into a glory of flames of course, but nevertheless the most beautiful of all the cockatoos to ever exist! I couldn't help it, they were just there! Maybe if you chained them up and put them in a safe or something, I would've felt less assuaged to take a peek. It's not like there was anything weird in there anyway..."

"Ah, well you know..." The blond rubbed his neck, and would've probably been sweating had he been living. "Actually, I was just a tiny bit curious about that guy in there who had a shocking resemblence to you. Ahh, well I'm sure such a gorgeous wolf won't need these gorgeous fingers. You can just bask in the glory of your finely manicured nails."

[blondchilde]

Dealings in the Dark | Mass Effect AU [ Hansel || Teddy ]

[furysinclair]

   ”That.” she stopped herself mid swing, slowly placing the empty pad back on the bar. "That Blondie is a brilliant idea!" not only would it be a great prank, she would get opayed double to money as well. That was, as long as he didn’t start the pad up when she was there.  Even then, she could totally bolt before he tried to take it back.

  “What should we put on it!”  she clasped her hands together in excitement. A cute cat video maybe? An add from the Woman’s temperance society maybe? Maybe they could but the entirety of Blasto 2 on there and let them watch it?  She slid her credit chit over the bar to the tender, who refused it quickly. "Aria still has an open for you."  the mercenary nodded towards the tender. 

[blondchilde]

"Of course it is!" There was nothing wrong with a bit of fun. He needed all the entertainment he could get at this point to cover up the memory of that forsaken image. Just a fun little prank that would throw off any Salarian.

Hansel rubbed his chin in consideration. Anything would do really. But to get a good reaction, they need to put something that Salarian wasn't expecting what-so-ever. But alas, the fledgling was no Salarian and hadn't a clue as to what what shock the creature. He didn't want to particularly scare him, though he sure deserved it for ordering that video in the first place. Something silly perhaps? Baby videos always make people happy. Animal videos? Who knows. He'd leave that up to the little merc. "I'm sure you'll figure something out. Just invite me over to watch when you do."

[nxwolfpowers-deactivated2015120]

"Please stop talking."

[blondchilde]

"Someone's a bit touchy."

[blondchilde]

Open RP

[padlocked-tongue]

Kiara arched a brow at the strange man’s mutterings. Whatever that voice was telling him, he was clearly growing upset by it. She was tempted to pull him away but she didn’t want to anger him any more, so she waited.

And nearly jumped out of her skin when he suddenly directed his attention to her. She paled at the question, now understanding why he was so upset. “Some sick and twisted person.” she muttered, quickly shaking her head. “If that’s what the wall is telling you, then maybe we should go somewhere else before it makes us both ill. I know this pretty sweet diner we could go to if you’d like.”

[blondchilde]

"There are goats in the diner," he says more to himself than to her. The nearby trashcan decided to chime in on the conversation. Why didn't it warn him about how ridiculous the wall was? The Kindred could have completely avoided this conversation all together if the dirty bin had decided to throw that advice at him earlier.

Eric squints his eyes at the woman, suspicious of both her presence and offer. Perhaps she too was also involved in the disgusting acts being done at the diner. Why else would she go there? Of course, he never bothered to question the trashcan as to whether or not that was true. "You've seen them     the goats at the diner. Why would you watch?"

[ofaltruxsm]

"Better it die than me. Rabid dogs aren’t something we want alive, now are they?" Melinda questioned, raising a brow in a inquiring manner. "I’ve seen better… Much better. I give it a six… Maybe a seven."

[blondchilde]

"Whatever rows your boat missy. I'm not much of an animal person anyway, so do ignore my opinion." Hansel gasped in disbelief, placing a hand dramatically to his chest. "That's kinda low isn't it? Oh, unless it's on a scale of 7 then it makes complete sense."

[blondchilde]

ooc; Do you hear it? The sound of looooove~♥

[blondchilde]

[sungl0ry]

Will Graham + red

[granpappy-winchester-deactivate]

Adapt. Evolve. Become.

[blondchilde]

Open RP

[prettywrexless]

"Excuse me?" Uh-oh. Nearly slamming her glass down on the counter, she growled. "Humans are not the issue here. It’s the creatures like you and I that think we’re higher and mightier than everyone else. Don’t think I don’t know what you are." Showing she meant business, she flashed her own eyes a deep crimson color. "Humans have their flaws, yes. But their flaws are what make them great. It’s what made me great. The struggles I had to face, the hardship, the strife? It left me stronger.” 

[blondchilde]

He scoffed at her heartfelt monologue. Revealing her true nature only served to irritate him more as she should have known better. Because it was true. They were better, in all aspects of the word. 

"Words.  All that is just an excuse to help them    and you    sleep better at night. Hardship is what you people deal with because you're weak, and then you decide to make a big deal with it when you can't handle it. Because you're all just so weak and pathetic. Like a newborn baby left on the street."

[blondchilde]

Open RP

[prettywrexless]

Rolling her eyes, she poured more wine. She was definitely going to need it now. “People drink to relieve pain, not cause it. It’s a vice, like cigarettes or heroin. People use it as a painkiller. Because the sickness it causes makes them feel something other than dead.” 

Staring down at the glass of alcohol, she sighed. She seemed to be more melodramatic these days; perhaps it was always there. But she was more tired, more sad. Even being rejuvenated by being turned, she felt more exhausted than ever. And if finding a little comfort in alcohol was the solution, so be it. 

[blondchilde]

He visibly rolled his eyes, leaning back in his chair, staring at the woman with a mixture of amusement and disregard. Eric was never sympathetic. Even when he was human, people thought he was a bit...out there. Now that he joined the Malkavians, it seemed as if his uncaring attitude has increased exponentially. 

"Weak. That's what you all are. Weaklings who have no purpose and are better off dead. You clutter the earth and wander aimlessly with no worth. You're all just lambs to the slaughter. But what fun would it be if you all killed yourselves? Might as well let me join in on the fun. I don't mind getting my hands dirty."

[blondchilde]

Hunter or Hunted [ Hansel || Nikki ]

[theconflictedhuntress-archive-d]

Opening her mouth as to say something, she quickly shut it at his observation, instead rolling her eyes and letting out another loud, annoyed sigh. Yet again, he had gotten the best of her on this night, verbally at least. “You are a piece of work, y’know that?” Nikki said to him before turning to the other kindred.

She couldn’t help but glance over at him with a smile, however, as he spoke to the other. Despite Hansel’s cocky and relaxed attitude, she’d grown fond of the kindred. After all, she wouldn’t have gotten this far without him. Facing their captive, Nikki’s features grew hard. “Who sent you here? What are you trying to prove by murdering that innocent man? And how many of you are running around this city.”

There was a quiet from the kindred for a moment. “Preparing for Gehenna sends us here. Our numbers are many, so that we rise up as one when the time is upon us. This Tremere will not able to save you inferiors as you’re rounded up, like sheep to the slaughter. I will see to it personally that you suffer a thousand cuts, hunter.” Nikki drew back in disgust, looking to Hansel.

[blondchilde]

"A beautiful piece of work." He gave her a cheeky grin.

The fledgling tilted his head with a raised brow at the other's explanation. Someone was feeding this Kindred some nasty lies. Kindred of the Camarilla believed nothing of Gehenna, so someone must have been spreading rumors about. Most likely the Sabbat, but they didn't seem to keen to get involved with it. These Kindred must have been part of some cult then, seeing as he didn't seem to know the details about this particular apocalypse. 

"You do realize that we'd be killed too right?" Rubbing his chin in thought, he nodded in approval to his statement. "Yeah, we'd be the first to go actually. It's sad, I know, but the humans would be left last. So I wouldn't get too excited if I were you." The statement was a threat in itself, but if they were following the way Gehenna was said to go, that was pretty much it. The weaker Kindred would be gone in a heartbeat. But lucky for this blondie, he didn't believe in the apocalypse.

The statement seemed to enrage the other kindred as his fists clenched tightly. Before he could spout more nonsense, Hansel cut him off, his attention turned back to the hunter. "It's probably a cult. We don't care much about Gehenna, so these guys have been fed some nasty lies."

[badmoonlightwriting]

Make mine a Dirty Martini - Genderbent | Closed

[badmoonlightwriting]

The fair haired man stood out in the crowd of hundreds just by the look on his face alone. Nicholas may not be a native of the town, but he had been there long enough to not be considered a tourist anymore. The smell was disturbing him. He was was very obviously trying to block out the scent of sweaty bodies, liquor, and vomit that was probably present somewhere. “You get used to it.” His attention was back on the glass bottles that he was juggling and pouring at the same time. “Where are you from? You’re certainly not from around here. Anyone from this city that has lived here for a while would have adjusted to its stink by now. At least it smells better inside here. Have you even stepped outside or did you magically transport here?” He teased. “Where are you from? They obviously don’t have a sense of style there. That outfit is hideous. What’s your name?”

With expert hands, he poured a shot of tequila and set it down in front of him. “It’s on the house. Something tells me that you’ve had a really long day. Long trip maybe? What are you in town for? Business? You know they say that you’re not supposed to mix business with pleasure, but I disagree. I think it never hurts to have a little fun when you’re taking a break from work. My name is Nicholas, by the way. I’ll be your bartender for the evening, if you haven’t guessed by now. If you haven’t, then you should be embarrassed because you’re not the brightest flower in the field.” He gave a short laugh before he turned his attention back to blending a drink. Only this time he didn’t pass it along to anyone else, but kept it for himself. “You just bought me a drink. The first of many tonight.  I can only drink blended while on duty. My boss says we can’t turn down drinks. We have to please the customer. Although there’s a trick we use. We usually toss it over our shoulder.”

 The blended drink that consisted of various fruit flavors was low enough in alcohol content that a normal person could drink quite a few before even feeling a buzz. In the case of Nicholas, he could have poured them back until the end of time and wouldn’t even feel a tingle. There wasn’t a need for him to pull the over the shoulder trick. He could enjoy all the drinks he wanted and that was exactly what he did. “What do you do for a living? You look like the type of person that people go home wishing they could kill. I’m guessing that you work at some big shot corporation. One that keeps you out late at night. Has you crawling in at dawn. Are you married? No, you’re too career driven. You don’t have time for relationships. That would put a dent in your future. How am I doing? Hot? Cold?”

[blondchilde]

"I'd hope so," he responds absentmindedly, forgetting for a moment that he was near other people. With a blink, he caught himself, turning his attention to the red haired bartender. Eyeing him curiously, the blond came to the conclusion that this man was somewhat young and most definitely attractive. He mentally shook himself out of his thoughts    jesus, he was becoming like Jeanette. All she ever did was hunt for hunky men, as she put it. He needed to stop hanging around with her, she was becoming a bad influence. "I magically teleported from California," the blond begins, before raising a brow at the unneeded remark. Rude. "Well, I think I look good. Didn't realize I was dealing with the fashion police. Name's Hansel, and you are?"

Taking the glass, the fledgling barely glanced at it, but had no choice but to acknowledge it. If he had been human, he would have gladly chugged it down, but alas, that was out of the question since there would be vomit everywhere. "Thank you very much. Had a job to do, and now I'm just relaxing before I get back to the big man. Nice to meet you, and since we're doing introductions, I'll have you know I'm the brightest flower in the field." He says confidently, even if Nicholas thought his outfit was horrendous. "Hm, well go right ahead then. Drink to your hearts content." Because I sure won't, he thought to himself, keeping his usual cheeky grin on. "Try not to get sick on the job though. The last thing I want is to see you vomit into the drinks. That would ruin my appetite."

Boy, this kid sure liked to talk. Not that the fledgling minded though. He was just very used to being ignored by other Kindred. They tended to keep to themselves. Socializing was a Toreador and Ventrue thing. The other clans cared very little about communication so they simply didn't bother to do it outside of their clans. And even with that, the Kindred of the Tremere clan were extremely secretive and mysterious. So it really was somewhat refreshing to have a normal conversation with someone. A cheery grin made it's way to his face. "I'm impressed. Pretty hot I'd say. Am I that obvious or have you been stalking me since I've been here? Though, to answer your question, I'm just an errand boy. I go places, do things that annoy people, and get paid. That's pretty much it."