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Post by Miso Shuu on Jun 28, 2011 19:08:37 GMT -7
Miso wasn't sure about Fangtasia, this was her first time going to the famed vampire bar and it had been mostly curiosity that was drawing her here. Her bosses were wanting her to do a feature on vampires - something that been a hot topic since a human had his spine ripped out on national television. It was a gruesome scene that Miso had turned away from every time the scene was "replayed" by Steve Newlin and his band of "Freedom Fighters".
She had her own opinions that she dare not voice out loud, but behind the "curtain" of the paper - she could. There was freedom in it and she knew that people who met her in person would never in a million years think she was the controversial writer "Soup" that had become so infamous in the last few months.
That was the main reason she was here, the other reason was that she found something comforting in being a place full of vampires. She didn't like crowds but in a place like Fangtasia where the vampires out numbered the humans she could easily slip "into" the void of a vampires mind if the other voices got too loud. Miso knew by appearance alone that she didn't fit in - she had a long gray cardigan that was form fitting but long in the sleeves and she had slipped the hood over her head to shadow most of her pretty features. Underneath the cardigan she wore a light brown shirt and a pair of gray flared pants paired with a pair of white reeboks. She looked.. comfortable, but didn't look like she fitted into such a place as she carried a lined notebook in her slender hands.
Maybe that was the picketers looked so shocked when she slipped past them and headed toward the door... their chant fading into the background as she pulled out her id for the guard at the door. He didn't seem to pay her any mind, she was probably the least-threatening thing he had seen coming through those doors.
... and it was quiet. Miso took in a deep breath, as if she was breathing in a breath of fresh air, and made her way into the corner of the room. She was here to absorb the night, at least, that was her intention. Who knew what she would see that night, it was Fangtasia after all.
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Post by Gin Takeuchi on Jun 28, 2011 22:19:14 GMT -7
Gin was bored, to say the least.
As he lounged by the bar, watching the endless parade of desperate fangbangers as they threw themselves upon everything with a point on it (even the damn walls, it seemed,) he had occasion to think over the various monarchs he had served in his short time as a vampire. By far, he had to say that Russell Edgington was his favorite- that man definitely knew how to throw a party. Werewolves, expensive objects everywhere…. It was all so extravagant, compared to the current king.
Gin supposed that Bill was… all right, in an eccentric sort of way, but he wasn’t Russell. He was quieter, more… human friendly. Gin didn’t put much in store by humans. TO him, they were just as fascinating as caterpillars were to dogs. They coexisted, occasionally were fed upon, but for the most part, ignored. Still, it upon his king’s orders that Gin was spending his mandatory time at the bar, because who could refuse the king? Gin was a little put out that Bill had insisted upon keeping Sophie’s rule that vampires do mandatory “visitations” at local vampire businesses for tourism- he was hardly a man with so much free time that he wanted to be drooled upon by human slobs. He had much better things to do, though Bill hadn’t wanted to hear about it…. Still, he had smiled and politely gone with his king’s wishes, though his mind was hurling epithets that weren’t exactly polite.
Ah, politics. A bitch of a game.
He took another drink of his True Blood and leaned back so that the bar dug into his back, making only the slightest noise in irritation. He hadn’t exactly signed up for the immortal life to play petting zoo, but fortunately his time was almost up. Soon, he could get back on the cahse of his latest acquisition, and this would all be forgotten… until next week.
But then something changed.
Gin lifted his head, his long hair shading his eyes as he looked at the girl that entered the bar. She was unassuming enough, he supposed, though extremely out of place in the mostly gothic scene that was Fangtasia. But it wasn’t her dress that had caught his attention- it was the smell. She smelled absolutely divine. Instantly, all thoughts of his previous pursuit was forgotten. He had a new trophy to obtain.
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Post by Miso Shuu on Jun 29, 2011 7:26:15 GMT -7
It was because she was out of place that she had been getting more attention than she desired. Everyone seemed to be curious about the 'little mousy girl in the corner' but no one seemed to want to approach her. It was the human's she could hear, bustling their thoughts about what she looked like underneath her frumpy clothes and if she made those cute little Asian noises when she - -
God! She immediately pulled herself out of the pervert's mind and return her attention to her lined note book. She was jotting down a few short notes right then, point form about the surroundings of Fangtasia and the general atmosphere. It was hot in this place, the noise was thumping in her ears and she pulled down her hood with her free hand to let her blond hair fall free. That was when she could hear somebody approaching her, he was a human dressed in leather and there was only one thing on his mind - and that was Asian take out for his "Master".
"My master says she would like you to join us, for a drink. Maybe a dance?"
He was way too close for her comfort zone, she said nothing and only ignored him to continue writing in her notebook.
"Hey, I'm talking to you."
His voice was louder and firmer, but Miso held her ground and continued to give him the silent treatment. There was no way she was giving this man the time of day.
"What is wrong with you? Are you deaf or dumb or something?"
She finally looked at him, her expression soft as she silently shook her head.
"Speak up you dumb Asian bitch, I can't hear you!"
Suddenly he had reached out, grabbing her upper arms roughly, digging his black-polished nails into her flesh. Her dark caramel hues widened, his mind screaming profanities at her even louder that his lips. That was when she panicked, and that was when she couldn't shut out any of the voices around her.
"Speak up!"
It was too much, it was sudden and too much, the voices all around in her head and the real question was.. how was she going to stop them?
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Post by Gin Takeuchi on Jun 29, 2011 8:45:08 GMT -7
Clearly Alice had found Wonderland, Gin thought to himself. She was just as out of place, anyway. What did she think this was, her college’s late night study? She had a notebook, for crying out loud, she couldn’t very well be a tourist. Or at least, not one in their right mind. But it wasn’t exactly her mind that Gin was interested in, to say the least. He was more interested in the source of that smell…
It appeared that some humans were more interested in dick than his wishes, however.
Gin watched passively as the man tried- in vain- to gain her attention. He was certainly going about it all wrong- Gin wasn’t old fashioned by any means, but even he knew you’d never get a girl dressed like that by calling her a “bitch” as a form of greeting. Still, it was most curious that she didn’t say anything. Most women would have at least pulled out some pepper spray or something…. Maybe she didn’t speak English? Hmm.
He wasn’t much in the habit of rescuing people- for the most part, Gin kept his own council, apart from the rest of the world. Whatever issues humans got themselves into- perhaps by sitting in a bar dressed like that, or by sheer dumb luck- Gin didn’t concern himself with it. Survival of the fittest, and all.
Maybe it was the smell.
Either way, his fangs descended and he slid off his barstool, his movements fluid as he crossed to where she was sitting and pried the man’s fingers, one by one, from her arm- careful to bend each back a little too far. He smiled sadistically at the pop each one gave, and the howl of pain that the stupid human sheep gave. “Mind your manners.” He said calmly enough, not even glancing at the girl. “That’s no way to talk to a lady.”
“What the fuck?” The pervert howled, trying to pull his hand from Gin’s. Gin blinked lazily, as if he had just noticed he had it at all. “My apologies. I forget my own strength.” He gave a good yank, dislocation the man’s wrist as well, and smiled, flashing fang. Bill would not be amused, but oh well. Gin had always been a bit… above… rules.
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Post by Miso Shuu on Jun 29, 2011 17:28:54 GMT -7
It was so noisy, the voices blending in together in her head like she was tuned into fifty radio stations all over lapping each other at once. She had her eyes clenched shut, turned away from the boy that had a hold of her as if she was expecting him to let go and slap her across the face next. Vampire blood did strange things to people, made them lose their inhibitions and their sense of self control and this boy was no exception.
However, as quickly as he had had his fingers digging into her flesh he was letting go and yelling out in pain. This had caused Miso to open her eyes and turn toward the boy, but her attention was not on the boy anymore - it was the vampire that had a hold of the boy. Miso's expression was so vulnerable, she truly seemed to play the 'damsel in distress' part admirably.
“What the fuck?”
"Mind your manners.”
The vampire may not of been looking at her, but she was looking at him. She was looking at him, and she was completely focused on him. The voices that had been invading her entire being like they usually did when she was scared or panicked had slipped away and she closed her eyes. It was the expression, the very gesture that people made when they were took a breath of fresh air and felt completely content by doing so, that had been on her face. She was completely separated from the very presence of the bar and she had placed herself completely in Gin's mind space.
At this point, Miso didn't hear the short lived conversation between Gin and the boy - but the boy mumbled his last profanity underneath his breath and left the area with busted fingers and a bruised ego. His vampire "master" had simply passed it off as the human's own bloody fault and simply nodded in Gin's direction before returning to her own "post". Miso had just noticed the boy had left and she looked at Gin, immediately rising to her feet she clasped her hands behind her back and bowed.
"Thank.. thank you"
She clearly spoke English, and clearly wasn't deaf or dumb in the slightest. What she was, however, seemed to sit between shy and very much to herself. So the question was, as she reached for her notebook, was why she was in a place like this. She had overstayed her welcome, at least that was like it felt like, and she was already feeling like she should be making her exit very soon.
In her mind, the last thing she had wanted to do was bother the very vampire that had saved her. But on the other hand, it would of been rude for her to leave him with merely a thank you and then never see him again. Being in his mind, even for a moment, had seemed almost familiar and comforting to the young Asian. It also didn't hurt that his angelic and boyish face made him one of the most gorgeous men she had ever seen up close, it made her feel less like an outcast in a place where the majority was clearly of American nationality. Not that she didn't consider herself an American but, well, she knew what she meant anyway.
"I, um - " She gestured to the couch behind her as she sat down herself before looking back up toward him. "Would you join me?"
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Post by Gin Takeuchi on Jun 30, 2011 11:16:01 GMT -7
Gin resisted the urge to laugh as the boy slinked back to his mistress, cursing and bemoaning the near loss of his hand. Gin rarely killed- hell, he rarely fed off humans- so the idea of pets was a pathetic one to him. Bill had pets now, Sophie had had pets, Russell had… weres. It was a standard practice, one that had been along a lot longer than Gin- but that didn’t mean he understood it.
The bottled shit was a lot better than the drama, anyway. Gin wasn’t one for fawning adoration. He didn’t give it, and he didn’t like getting it.
As he acknowledged the other vampire’s nod, he almost forgot what he had actually come over here for. That is, until the girl he rescued seemed to reclaim her voice.
"Thank.. thank you"
Gin turned his dark eyes to hers, assessing. So she did speak, that was interesting. But why only to him? She could have very well saved herself then, without his interference… He began to wonder if she had been playing this, if he had perhaps been set up. The idea didn’t sit comfortably with him.
“I’m saving us all from a world of trouble if Northman caught whiff of this.” His tone was grudging as he assessed her, trying to figure out who she was and just what the hell she was doing here, clearly so out of place. Was she a V dealer? They were cocky assholes, to be certain, and Gin wasn’t stupid enough to be fooled by a pretty package.
“What are you doing here?” He asked bluntly. Gin didn’t hate humans, but he didn’t feel he needed to go through social loopholes for them, either. “Honestly.” He pressed. He wasn’t above glamouring the girl if he had to… but maybe sheer intimidation would work. She looked like just the merest hint of a glamour would have her falling off her chair. That was definitely not what he wanted to deal with tonight.
"I, um – “
“Hmm?” He prompted. The poor girl was… scared? No, that didn’t quite fit it. She didn’t seem frightened of him, but she wasn’t throwing herself on him, either. Curious indeed. Usually the people that showed up here fell into one of two types- the kind living out the dream of hoping to catch their own Edward Cullen (pathetic,) or the kind facing their Dracula fears like the Fellowship of the Sun lackeys outside. Well, she wasn’t outside, and she wasn’t throwing herself on anyone, which meant that Gin should either be suspicious or intrigued. He chose to be intrigued- suspicion took the fun out of meeting new people, and if she decided to be a nuisance, well, it was Bill and Northman’s problem, not necessarily his. He could wash his hands of the situation and slink back into the shadows, the way he always had. Gin was more of a watcher than a true participator, and he was beginning to suspect that she might be of the same ilk.
"Would you join me?"
“Perhaps I shall.” Gin agreed, curiousity getting the better of him. He caught the bartender’s eye and nodded to have a True Blood brought to him. “You make some interesting friends.” He stated, his eyes once again going to the fangbanger that had assaulted her.
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Post by Miso Shuu on Jun 30, 2011 18:00:25 GMT -7
Miso didn't answer him right away, instead she seemed more focused on getting him to stay with her. It wasn't only because he had essentially saved her from a terrible fate but because the silence coming from his mind was comforting. He was also the only vampire in that bar she had been drawn to, because he seemed to be the only vampire not itching to feast on her.
When he sat down beside her and nodded toward the bartender to bring him another True Blood, Miso had written a few things down in her notebook. “You make some interesting friends.”
Miso actually showed some emotion right then, other than the vulnerable, soft-spoken side she had been showing since she walked in the bar. She 'humphed' and stared coldly toward the boy who was still sulking by his mistress.
"Friend? I would never befriend that perverted baka, the only thoughts on his mind were thoughts of what he wanted to watch his master do to me. - - "
Dark caramel hues looked toward him, she was silent for a moment as she wondered if he realized she basically told him exactly what her special ability was. She hadn't done it intentionally, and his question to her was still lingering in the air - what she was doing there.
"It is quiet here."
He would probably think she was nuts after that little remark, to everyone else it was clearly anything but quiet in Fangtasia. The music was louder that it should be, people all around them were yelling and laughing and having a good time and Miso was saying it was quiet.
"I didn't come here to hook up with a vampire or anything like that, nor do I crave the attention or danger that others seem too. I came here for the quiet."
Even as the bartender asked her if she wanted a drink when he gave Gin his true blood she didn't answer him with words, only with a shake of her head. It was clear that Miso had a lot to say, it was also clear she was very selective about who she spoke to.
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Post by Gin Takeuchi on Jun 30, 2011 19:59:39 GMT -7
“All right, what’s with the notebook?” He hated how… humanly vulnerable he sounded, but how many girls brought a notebook and pen to a club? It was unnatural, even for a human and their odd… proclivities. “Are you some sort of AVL spy?” The minute it left his lips, he knew that he was wrong. The AVL would be smarter about who they chose to spy on Northman- their spies wouldn’t stick out so much.
"Friend? I would never befriend that perverted baka, the only thoughts on his mind were thoughts of what he wanted to watch his master do to me. - - "
Ironically, her slip up barely even registered with him. He wrote it off as human intuition, nothing more, because how likely was it he would run into a telepath? This certainly wasn’t Sookie Stackhouse, who Bill lamented over all the damn time. Gin usually ignored him when he started waxing poetic, but he was fairly sure that one was blonde.
“Humans are capable of strange things.” He answered vaguely, his eyes once again roaming the bar. It was habit to him, to look for potential threats… even in safe places. It kept him alive.
"It is quiet here."
His eyes went back to her face, narrowing slightly, before he burst out in a gale of laughter. “Yeah, right.” How could a club- teeming with people and pulsing loud music- ever be considered quiet?
"I didn't come here to hook up with a vampire or anything like that, nor do I crave the attention or danger that others seem too. I came here for the quiet."
“I could believe that. You’re doing a terrible job of it.” He stated bluntly, but the smile on his face was almost boyish. “But really- what part of this says quiet to you? I see a mess of hot, sweaty humans grinding against each other like cats in heat.” He took a sip of his true blood, then idly ran his tongue over his lips as he looked her over once again. It wasn’t the look of a cat stalking prey, but of one potential threat assessing another. “I’ll ask you again- what are you really doing here?”
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Post by Miso Shuu on Jun 30, 2011 20:57:53 GMT -7
“All right, what’s with the notebook?”
Miso tilted her head, a bit surprised that he seemed so focused on it. "This? To emphasize it, she lifted it up slightly with her right hand and brought her pen to her lips.
“Are you some sort of AVL spy?”
She shook her head and put the book back down beside her. "I am a writer for the Gazette, you might say a.. columnist of sorts. You are welcome to read it, if it is of such interest to you." The notebook would not reveal much, except that she had an exceptional way with words and was one of the few sincerely compassionate vampire sympathizers. She even went as far to write how possibly idiotic and simple minded the people who stood behind their pickets signs really were, how she felt they were merely sheep grasping onto the one shred of false hope they all had that somehow hiding in a group made them stronger. It only made them weaker, in her belief, her thought that their clouded senses of conviction would be their own downfalls. But Miso ended her notes there, and she was doubtful Gin would even take her up on something she hadn't offered anyone until now.
“Humans are capable of strange things.”
Apparently he didn't catch on to what she had almost openly admitted to him, something that had suddenly become reassuring to Miso. She didn't bother to comment, for he was already remarking on her comment about the silence. At least he was reassured that she wasn't here to attract a vampire, and she didn't even seem to be offended when he said she was doing a terrible job of basically being attractive to vampires.
“But really- what part of this says quiet to you? I see a mess of hot, sweaty humans grinding against each other like cats in heat.” This had caused Miso to pull way from him and look around her, she hadn't even noticed because the voices had been so many in her head.
“I’ll ask you again- what are you really doing here?”
"I told you why I was here. Because it is quiet. The human's fade away and the rest is silence. It is dangerous for me to go further, I can't tell you here. I really should go before I cause you any more trouble."
Miso rose to her feet again, shaking her head slightly - that was twice she almost told him what she was. The music in the bar changed to a slow and haunting song as vampires and humans alike found their partners to dance with - and Miso did her best to disappear into the crowd and make her exit out the door.
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Post by Gin Takeuchi on Jul 1, 2011 7:52:25 GMT -7
”This?”
He nodded. What other notebook could he possibly be referring to? No one brought a notebook to Fangtasia… except his table partner.
"I am a writer for the Gazette, you might say a.. columnist of sorts. You are welcome to read it, if it is of such interest to you."
Well, that was certainly less entertaining than he had thought it might be, but probably a better answer than the one he had secretly been hoping for. While an AVL spy would be interesting for him, he highly doubted that Bill and Northman would share his enthusiasm. An AVL spy, sent to watch them exclusively, would certainly mean trouble.
“No thank you.” He said, the light that had been in his eyes for a moment was extinguished again, returning them to dark, almost bottomless orbs. “I’m sure you don’t need my opinions on your writing. But still… what could the Bon Temps Gazette want with Fangtasia, hmm? Are you doing one of those write-ups?” It had been a while since Gin had read a newspaper, to be sure. He tried as hard as he could to not remind himself that the people he had once cared about were still alive, though much older. He didn’t watch the news, he didn’t surf the internet, he didn’t even have a cell phone. Gin liked being off the radar… much to the annoyance of some of the other vampires he dealt with.
"I told you why I was here. Because it is quiet. The human's fade away and the rest is silence. It is dangerous for me to go further, I can't tell you here. I really should go before I cause you any more trouble."
Maybe it was the fact she brought up the “quiet” again, or perhaps that she had invited him to sit with her because his presence added to the silence, or maybe it was the fact she was trying to leave now after saying so, but something clicked in Gin’s head. How many times had Bill and Northman, or Nan, or well, most of the vampires that visited the queen talked about that blasted Sookie Stackhouse? About how she couldn’t read vampires, but humans were fair game? Gin was operating on a hunch- or perhaps even his need to do something besides sit around Fangtasia and rot- but he grabbed her wrist, keeping her from leaving.
“You’re like her.” It wasn’t a statement, and the glow was back in his eyes. “That’s why you smell so different. You’re like Sookie Stackhouse.”
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Post by Miso Shuu on Jul 1, 2011 10:09:19 GMT -7
“No thank you.”
She was relieved, despite the fact she had openly offered for him to read it she really was counting on the chance he wouldn't be interested. Sometimes it worked out that way, and he seemed more to enjoy coming to his own conclusions rather than reality - like his suggestion she might be an AVL spy. It was rather amusing when you thought about it.
“I’m sure you don’t need my opinions on your writing. But still… what could the Bon Temps Gazette want with Fangtasia, hmm? Are you doing one of those write-ups?”
She didn't answer his question, which seemed to be a habit of Miso's. She only chose the questions she wanted to answer but she knew all too well that being around this vampire was causing her guard to go down. There were many reasons why she wanted to leave, she just wasn't expecting him to grab her wrist to stop her.
“You’re like her.” The lost expression in Miso's eyes clearly stated she didn't know who he was talking about. “That’s why you smell so different. You’re like Sookie Stackhouse.”
Sookie Stackhouse. Even Miso heard about Sookie Stackhouse, word spread fast among supernaturals who were trying to hide who they were. The only question was, what did she do now?
"I've never met her."
Which was true, and her dark caramel hues glanced toward his hand on her wrist before looking back toward him. She was on dangerous ground, she knew that. And she was afraid. Her heart was racing as she swallowed, knowing it was her own fault. Her own fault for coming here, and her own fault for opening up to a vampire just because he had essentially saved her life.
The slow haunting sound played loudly in the background, nobody was focused on her and Gin. Her face was a blank slate, her gaze lowering for a moment before she rose her gaze again to look at him. She was certain he wouldn't let her go, until she had told him exactly what he wanted to know.
"I will tell you what you want to know, but not here."
She was counting on him letting her go, leading him through the crowd and out the back door to avoid the picket line in front of the bar. Her black ford eclipse was parked in the lot and it had been easy enough to avoid the crowd on way there. She slipped inside and waited for him to join her, slender hands sliding nervously over the patent leather of the steering wheel.
"I've never met Sookie Stackhouse. But I do know who she is, and what she can do. She's a telepath."
She looked at Gin then and she knew what was coming next. He wanted reassurance that she was a telepath as well, the only question was what he was planning on doing with her after she had told him the truth.
"I don't want the attention that she has. I have enough people thinking I'm crazy because I don't talk to the lot of them or give them the time of day. I'm fine with people thinking that I'm deaf or dumb, or even incredibly shy but it isn't why I act the way I act. I hear what people think, and not only humans - I hear werewolves and shapeshifters but the only beings I don't hear are vampires. The silence is comforting, an escape when the voices get too loud. I wasn't lying to you. I'm not some spy. I'm just a girl who can read minds."
Miso knew there was more to her than her telepathy, she was part fae. Being part fae made her more attractive to humans, made her smell different to vampires and the supernatural, and telepathy wasn't her only ability. Her blood could make vampires withstand sunlight for a short period of time and it tasted like no other blood they had ever had before, not to mention her ability to shoot light from her fingertips. Oh no, she was much more than a girl with the ability to read minds - but maybe it would be enough for Gin to think she was insignificant. What good would she be to him anyway?
... right?
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Post by Gin Takeuchi on Jul 2, 2011 8:20:01 GMT -7
How many times was this girl going to ignore a direct question, Gin wondered. It was almost suspicious in its own way, and rather irritating, but Gin had always been one that had been a bit too curious for his own good. It was what had got him turned, after all- he had been sticking his nose where it didn’t belong when he heard strange noised coming from behind his work in Tokyo. Next thing he knew, he was some vampire’s protégé until they got bored of him, and then he was on his own. Gin had used his curiosity as a way to make himself indispensable, however- he was one of the best procurers that a monarch could ask for, and he caused very little problem to knock down his worth.
He stared at her, attempting to hold her gaze long enough to glamour her. It wasn’t working so well.
"I've never met her."
“I don’t care if you’ve met her.” He said impatiently. “That wasn’t the issue. You’re like her.” He wasn’t going to say anything more descriptive than that- there were too many vampires around, and he had already said too much as it were. With Sookie missing, they’d all be more than willing to get their hands on the next Sookie- not only to taste her, but to sell her off to the highest bidder.
Gin’s vampire hearing could pick up on her pulse beginning to pound, just as easily as his fingers felt it on her wrist, but still he didn’t let go. He wasn’t going to give her any chance to escape. “Are you afraid of me?” He asked, tilting his head. He didn’t deal with humans enough to decide if he was flattered or irritated by the fear, and he didn’t really have the time or inclination to make up his mind on such a trivial matter. “You shouldn’t be. Not tonight.”
Ask again another time. The eight ball of his mind mused, and Gin narrowed his eyes.
"I will tell you what you want to know, but not here."
“Smart girl.” Gin let go of her wrist and dropped his hand to his side, but he hadn’t expected her to take hold of it. He let her lead him wherever she planned on going, which turned out to be- surprisingly- the back of the bar and outside to where the employees normally parked. He slid into the passenger’s side, glancing around with only mild curiosity as he took in the interior of her car. It was neat. He wasn’t surprised.
"I've never met Sookie Stackhouse. But I do know who she is, and what she can do. She's a telepath."
“Yes.” He said impatiently, staring at her. He didn’t give a shit about Sookie Stackhouse- he had heard enough about her to last him a lifetime, and besides, she was missing, so what good was she to him? He wanted to know about this one.
"I don't want the attention that she has. I have enough people thinking I'm crazy because I don't talk to the lot of them or give them the time of day. I'm fine with people thinking that I'm deaf or dumb, or even incredibly shy but it isn't why I act the way I act. I hear what people think, and not only humans - I hear werewolves and shapeshifters but the only beings I don't hear are vampires. The silence is comforting, an escape when the voices get too loud. I wasn't lying to you. I'm not some spy. I'm just a girl who can read minds."
Gin’s expression was hard to read. There was a slight crease in his brow as he frowned at her, tilting his head to the side slightly in a mirror of her earlier actions. Now that he had found a telepath, he wondered, what did he do with her? He had no interest in vampire politics, and Gin wasn’t nearly as heartless as he wished to sell her off to Bill or Northman, where she’d probably disappear like the other one had. “You play a dangerous game, telepath.” He said finally, his eyes dark.
The temptation was there… he just had to decide how best to proceed. “How do you know you can trust me?” He smiled, showing the tiniest hint of fang.
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Post by Miso Shuu on Jul 2, 2011 9:50:55 GMT -7
“I don’t care if you’ve met her.” He was growing impatient, she could hear it in his voice. “That wasn’t the issue. You’re like her.” Miso knew exactly what he was getting at and if they both weren't careful so would a few other vampires around them. Mention Sookie's name one too many times in Fangtasia and you would probably have Pam or Eric soon making the scene as well.
“Are you afraid of me?” Like she could hide it if she wanted. She wasn't confrontational, not like some other people she had heard of. She certainly wasn't that brave - or perhaps she was more brave than she gave herself credit for. "I would be pretty stupid not to be." Simple answer for a question he already knew the answer too.
When they went to her car she was more comfortable in there, it was familiar ground to her. They were away from the music, away from the other vampires and away from the humans who only had one thing on their minds anyway. After she got her story out to him she didn't feel any better about it, especially after his next comment. “You play a dangerous game, telepath.”
She looked away from him then. "You think I don't know that? My whole life is a dangerous game, vampire." She just realized that she had nothing to call him, other than 'vampire', just like he had nothing to call her - though all he had to do was look in her glove box to learn hers.
“How do you know you can trust me?”
"I don't."
Now she was looking at him, dark caramel eyes looking right into his own. "But I have your interest. I had your interest the moment I walked into the bar tonight. You knew I was different because you smelled it. Other vampires could smell it as well but it was you that was intrigued the most. The asshole that grabbed me was just a coincidence but you being the one that came to my rescue was not. Somehow, you would of made sure you got the truth out of me tonight, I could tell that the moment I looked in your eyes."
Was she intimidated? More than she could ever put into words - especially because she knew, her fate was essentially in his hands that night.
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Post by Gin Takeuchi on Jul 2, 2011 11:27:25 GMT -7
"I would be pretty stupid not to be."
At least one of you has a brain, Gin thought, giving the club another glance. No one was really paying them particular attention that he could tell, but appearances were often deceiving. “I have no intentions of hurting you. Right now.” Violence was rare from Gin, as it bored him. It was so stereotypical, vampires popping in out of nowhere and breaking bones, ravishing throats, so very blasé. Brute force might have worked for Dracula, but Gin preferred to use his brain instead.
Only when extremely angry did he lash out- as the fangbanger earlier had learned firsthand.
Gin’s quiet, smoldering rage was more deadly than Northman’s most pissed off moments.
"You think I don't know that? My whole life is a dangerous game, vampire."
Not only smart, but a smartass. Gin grinned. “I bet it is.” He conceded, proceeding to play with the buttons her car like a child would. What did she carry in the darker corners of it, the little cubbyholes? What was so important to this woman that she had to carry it with her on the go? He was betting a lot of pens. Ironically, he wasn’t interested in her glove box, despite the information that he might glean from it. He was more interested in the center console, the sunglasses compartment… Anything that opened had his thorough attention.
"I don't."
“Mm.” He paused, his fingers on the button that released the secondary console compartment, where most people stored cds. He held her gaze, his expression alert but otherwise unreadable. To be honest, he didn’t know if she should trust him, either. How far would he go to protect his own telepath? Not as far as he probably should. Bill had killed over his. Gin would rather not get his fingernails bloody… at least, not bloodier than he had to.
"But I have your interest. I had your interest the moment I walked into the bar tonight. You knew I was different because you smelled it. Other vampires could smell it as well but it was you that was intrigued the most. The asshole that grabbed me was just a coincidence but you being the one that came to my rescue was not. Somehow, you would of made sure you got the truth out of me tonight, I could tell that the moment I looked in your eyes."
“That’s what I do.’ He said, his hand falling from the button to rest in his lap. His curiosity seemed to be wiped from him, replaced with a wariness of sorts. Where was this woman going with this? “It’s my job. I’m the King’s procurer.” He flexed his fingers slightly. That wasn’t the full truth- after all, Bill had no idea what he was doing on his night off, and he had no intention of telling Bill anything about this meeting. But that didn’t mean that she had to know that… at least, until he figured out what his own motives were.
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Post by Miso Shuu on Jul 2, 2011 13:05:51 GMT -7
“I have no intentions of hurting you. Right now.” It might of been more reassuring if he hadn't added the last part. Miso did her best to push it to the back of her mind, to little avail.
She watched him as he played with the little buttons in her car, as if he had never been in a car before. He was opening compartments, pressing buttons, releasing compartments and Miso was actually amused. It was so... odd, entertaining... and curiously human. He was like a curious child, or like a curious kitten or a puppy that was discovering everything for the first time. He wanted to open everything just to see what would pop out at him.
“That’s what I do.’ Miso glanced at him, she knew he couldn't of been talking about pushing buttons and opening compartments. “It’s my job. I’m the King’s procurer.”
The king's procurer had sought her out? A sigh left Miso's lips, that could probably only mean one thing...
"So I suppose you are going to turn me over to the king then?"
Miso leaned back in her seat, the tension lessening as she reached her slender hand past his to pull out a CD from the very compartment he had been poking around in earlier. She slipped the CD into the player and Bush - Letting The Cables Sleep (See Character Video Page) came through the speakers. She let the song play for a moment before saying anything else, if he was indeed going to turn her over to the king there was little she could do about it.
"My name is Miso. I suppose that is something you will find out anyway, and before you go making fun of my name meaning "Bean" I will have you know it was because my mother was eating Miso soup at the time she went into labor and it just stuck. "
The more she thought about it, the more she didn't want to be turned over to any vampire king - or any vampire for that matter. Suddenly her demeanor changed and her shoulder's sank, looking over at him with a soft and innocent expression.. a pleading expression..
"Please don't."
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