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Post by nate torrez on Sept 1, 2010 1:33:02 GMT -5
Y O U W E A R T H E M A R O U N D L I K E Y O U ' R E
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Gaudy, Nate thought as he gazed at the front of Fangtasia. The place honestly looked exactly like what he expected a Louisiana vampire bar would. He wouldn't admit it, but the place reminded Nate of the circumstances that had led to his becoming a vampire, and that made him very uncomfortable. But he needed to speak with the sherrif, and everything that Nate had heard said that this was the place to find him.
Nate had spent his journey across the country dodging and glamouring teams of investigators sent by his mortal parents. But Nate hadn't seen or heard any sign of his elusive maker. And he was not sure that he would, if the obviously older vampire were to be on his trail. His maker clearly had more tricks up his sleeve. And so he'd come here, looking for Eric Northman, the sherrif. Nate hoped to find sanctuary and answers with the older vampire, but he defninitely wasn't getting his hopes up.
Upon arriving in Shreveport, Nate had glamoured some obviously wealthy humans out of their wallets, and used the proceeds to buy the most stylish suit that he could find. Shreveport didn't have much to offer, but there was not a vamp's chance at sunrise that Nate could have made it this far while also transporting formalwear. So he did his best to cut a dashing figure as he stood in the parking lot. After a moment, Nate strode towards the entryway, doing his best to project an air of belonging and status. A woman, who was a vampire if her skin tone and the defference being shown by the mortals was any sign. He moved directly to her, and, in a voice as authoratative as he could summon, said: "I have business with the Sherrif. Take me to him, please."
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Post by pam ravenscroft on Sept 1, 2010 5:04:59 GMT -5
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Pam hated being on the door. It wasn't a particullaly difficult job, but it sure as hell was boring. Watching as people came by and went into the bar looking for something that they probably wouldn't even get. Pam rolled her eyes as a bunch of tourists entered. They wouldn't be coming out without a few scars, mentally and physically. Wondering if Eric was here yet she decided to check in. Looking around the bar quickly she couldn't see him. Probably off to visit Sookie. Would sound about right these days, he was so obsessed with her. Although she could see the irritation it was causing her maker. That was always a start. She smiled slighlty at that thought. Smiling was a rare thing for Pam and it only happened when something really amused her. Looking down the long line she saw it slowly thinning out, people realising they probably wern't even going to get in. She let in two more and then the line was gone completly. Just a few random low lives hanging around the bar looking to get laid or bitten by a vampire, maybe even both sometimes.
Watching as a vampire in a suit rolled up, she rolled her eyes. Just by looking at him she knew he was a young one, it was like Jessica all over again. She stood there though and tried to look inviting, she always did her job well. For some reason people were always drawn to her. It was a gift. She watched him approach. Taking in all the small details about him, the blonde hair the blue eyes, how young he was physcially as well as in vampire ages. She wondered if this boy knew what he was about to get himself into walking into a bar like this. He probably wanted an audience with Eric, that or even just sending a message from his maker. Geesh makers were getting lazy. Speaking of which, Pam was starting to get curious as to where her maker actually was. She decided to wait until 2 hours before sundown before persuing the problem.
Just as she had guessed the guy walked upto her as proud as he possibly could and said he had buisness with the sheriff and requested to see him. Pam raised her eyebrows. "Now, what would a young thing like you have to do with Eric?" She said questioning him. Her eyes burned with curiousity. Of course Eric wasn't there yet and there was no way of him getting to the Eric any time soon. Leaving her face blank she watched carefully and observed everything about the boy. She knew she would never forget him as of now, everything would be perfect for her. She never forgot a face. This boy was also slightly cocky, thinking he could just barge on in here and request to speak to the Sheriff. One of the oldest vampire's alive alone.
Cause i'd rather waste my life pretending
Than have to forget you for one whole minute
They taped over your mouth
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Post by nate torrez on Sept 1, 2010 13:06:27 GMT -5
Y O U W E A R T H E M A R O U N D L I K E Y O U ' R E
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"I bear a message from San Francisco," Nate repied. He certainly wasn't going to tell this woman that he was looking for protection. The embarrassment alone would be enough make Nate want to go sunbathing. And then there was the issue of how much leverage that would give her over him. She was clearly older than he, and she was a perfect stranger to boot. Nate wasn't about to put himself any more at her mercy than was absolutely neccesary.
He held eye contact with her, lamenting the fact that there wasn't a human working the door for him to glamour. That would make it all so much easier. Nate did his best to imitate the demeanour of the older vampires that he'd observed. Betray as little emotion as possible, don't take too much interest in anything, look down on the humans. He hoped that his maker wasn't like that. But considering the evidence...
"I've been instructed to give the message only to the sherrif himself," he said. It technically isn't lying, Nate thought to himself. Still, he couldn't help wondering what the reaction would be when his semi-false pretenses were revealed. "Now, if you would be so kind as to take me to him." Nate cursed that, even leaving aside glamour, that it was so much harder to charm vampires. This new 'life' was definitely going to take some getting used to.
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Post by pam ravenscroft on Sept 1, 2010 18:10:43 GMT -5
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Looking at this young vampire, it made her realise he was trying to charm her in a way. It was actually slightly amusing not that she showed that on her face. She watched him carefully. From San Fransisco? Pam thought about it and knew that Eric didn't know anyone from there, plus it wasn't exactly his area so he didn't give a damn. "That's great. What is your name?" She knew it would be important to get a name off of him. Eric and herself were better at remembering names more than most vampires. She watched him trying to look all mighty, it was almost as though he didn't have a maker and was just trying to act like one. Why bother? She was sure if she pissed him off just slightly his fangs would come out, simply showing this one's lack of self control. It was people like this that annoyed the crap outta her. Eric would just probably look at him and then wave him away, that was what he did with pups. Just like Jessica, he got annoyed with her pretty fast. They are all soo needy. Pam knew she wasn't like that when she was made otherwise Eric would have gotten rid of her.
Pam listened as he said that the message was for the Sheriff and no one else. She rolled her eyes. They always said the same thing, and yet Pam and Chow were always there. If not Chow but she knew that she was always going to be there whenever Eric made decisions. "I would take you to him. But first you can either come inside and wait or wait out here, I have to go and check if he is a here and b if he can be bothered to see you. Alright?" She shook her head and turned around. She walked off at inhumane speed and checked around the bar. Moving back to human speed she walked into the office. So, he still wasn't here yet. She wondered if he would even show up tonight, it really pissed her off when he did this. Moving down into the basement just to see if he was down there again. But he wasn't, there was no one here tonight. She sighed and slowly walked back up the stairs. She would annoy this boy for as long as she possibly could. It was the fun thing to do.
Finding the boy was easy enough. She could smell him slightly, plus he had this newbie air about him. She moved towards him, keeping her face straight although there was a hint of a playful smile on her lips. "Sorry, he isn't here. Well not yet anyway" Pam said smiling slightly. She wanted to annoy this young vampire as much as possible. She could always text Eric and tell him to come back, but that just wasn't the way it worked these days. She watched the boy's face. He was seriously young, not just in one way either, it was almost as though every older vampire in here knew it as well. Pam loved being one of the oldest vampires, it gave her a certain strength that she enjoyed completly.
Cause i'd rather waste my life pretending
Than have to forget you for one whole minute
They taped over your mouth
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Post by nate torrez on Sept 3, 2010 1:16:36 GMT -5
Y O U W E A R T H E M A R O U N D L I K E Y O U ' R E
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"My name's Nate," he growled. He got the distinct feeling that this woman was toying with him. "And what's yours?" He asked, maintaining his obviously forced civility. Baring his fangs or starting a fight would do him no good now, not when his adversary was clearly older, stronger, and more experienced. It wasn't as though he'd been made vampire last night. He had picked up some control of his situation on his odessey.
I hope that there are some sensible vampires in the world, Nate thought as he prowled into the bar, which was decorated in a manner similar to the halloween parties that he'd attended in high school. These were most certainly not the type of people with whom Nate wanted to spend eternity. Self-absorbed, political, and shallow. They reminded him of the sorts of people who came to his parent's dinner parties. Or of high schoolers, the difference was minor. The woman, who'd seemed merely dismissive before, now seemed bent on irritating Nate as much as possible. And though he heard the beast within him howling for release, the presence of so many other, older vampires, including the object of his ire, was enough to keep Nate in check. "Well, then I'll wait for him," Nate answered, deliberately pleasant and satisfied-sounding, when she told him that the sherrif was away. "With such fine company and surroundings, I could wait out the night."
Still, Nate had qualms about being relaxed around so many older vampires, and though he tried to look comfortable and dismissive of the humans populating the bar, he was sure that they could practically, or perhaps literaly, smell his nervousness. He ordered a True Blood, O-, and leaned against the bar, watching the other patrons. You are so, totally, in over your head.
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Post by pam ravenscroft on Sept 4, 2010 17:24:19 GMT -5
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Pam could tell that the vampire was gettinb irrate with her. He was probably also catching on that she was trying to piss him off on purpose. That's always good fun though, slightly boring when they figure out the game early though. She looked him up and down when he said his name was Nate. So nate was a slightly weird name. Oh well. He asked what her name was and she smiled slightly. At least she could tell that he sort of liked to play her game. "Pam. Eric is my maker" She said smiling. She liked to know that she was important in all ways. In her own way, Pam was also letting him know that anything he wanted to speak to Eric about, then even if he didn't tell her directly, Eric would tell her. Either that or she would be there which is normally the more likely one, unless there is something she shouldn't know, which is rare.
Moving around the bar at a slow pace wasn't so much to annoy Nate. But it was also because she was also looking for Eric although she would normally sense him around. She knew for a fact that he wasn't here. Going into the office she could see his mobile phone on the desk, he was probably somewhere that he didn't want to be disturbed. Back out in the bar she noticed that Nate was trying his best to stay away from the older vampires, he was making himself noticed without even realising it. It was definatly amusing. Pam moved towards him eyeing up a girl in the corner, even if the girl was straight, Pam knew that she would be able to convert anyone she wanted. Pam admired Nate for his courage, he was now trying to irritate her, yet she just found it funny. "Perfect, don't forget to keep an eye open for Eric then" She said it smiling and realised that he had a bottle of true blood. How anyone could drink that shit she didn't understand.
A thought came into her mind as she was about to walk away. "Who is your maker?" He obviously was just the messenger so there had to be someone behind all this. Either that or Nate was the one who needed the Sheriff, good fun. By the age of Nate he obviously hadn't been a vampire very long, there wasn't much there to suggest more than five years if that. Meaning he shouldn't be anywhere without his maker just yet, with emotions like a newborn, they never end well. Watching Nate drink the true blood was definatly making her thirsty. It wasn't something that she normally let lie, the girl that was cute would probably be a good candidate. She turned to look at her, but the girl was looking at Pam also. Pam smiled slightly and then turned back towards Nate. Pam knew what she wanted before the night was up.
Cause i'd rather waste my life pretending
Than have to forget you for one whole minute
They taped over your mouth
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Post by nate torrez on Sept 10, 2010 4:05:39 GMT -5
Y O U W E A R T H E M A R O U N D L I K E Y O U ' R E
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Nate's brain froze as Pam asked the identity of his maker. A liar as good as Nate should have considered an answer to such an obvious question. But he'd expected to just speak to the Sherrif personally, and tell him the truth, which was that Nate had not the slightest idea who had made him vampire. He could almost hear the wheels in his head spinning out of control. He took a long swig of TruBlood. Pam was obviously one of Eric's confidants, so she'd hear the story eventually, and it wouldn't help Nate at all if Eric found out that he'd lied to one of his liutenants. "I don't have the slightest idea," said Nate, as calmly as possible. It was a simple fact, nothing to get flustered about. Nate watched Pam's reaction closely, trying to get some hint of her real emotions, when they weren't concealed behind a veil of boredom and superiority.
"I remember going out for a night with my friends, and then I was digging my way out of a grave in somebody's backyard, with nobody there waiting for me, like in the other stories that I've heard." If he was going to lay out his cards, then Nate would make sure that he showed the whole hand. "So I ran for it. I looked online for tips on adjusting to being a vampire, and found Jessica Hamby's blog. I figured, 'hell, my human life is over, and I don't have anywhere better to go, why not check out Louisiana?' So I'm here, trying to find Jessica, and make sure that, if and when my maker shows up, he can't just drag me of to gods know where." Nate took another swig of TruBlood. Well, he thought, lets go for broke then. He leaned back against the bar. "Whoever my maker is, he clearly doesn't give a damn about me."
Suddenly, Nate remembered where he'd seen Pam before. And he was pretty sure that this was something that he could really use to get the older vampire heated, so to speak. Gods knew he owed it to her, after how she'd been treating him so far. The fact that he hadn't yet out lived his human lifespan didn't give her the right to treat him like a bothersome child. Nate deserved respect, and he was going to prove it. "Pam, weren't you on Jessica's blog a few weeks ago? You were the haughty old thing with all the tight assed fashion advice and too stuck up to explain the bleeds. What are those anyways, or isn't it something a lady like yourself can talk about? I especially loved your bit about slap bracelets. Really, yours is one of my favorite episodes."
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