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The Undertaker


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Posts: 41
Date: May 26, 2009
C r e m a t o r i u m Advantage- Pulling favors. (Open to all)
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When you own a Crematorium, it opens a whole slew of possibilities; provided you're not hung up on morals. The world class Mortician was one of those people you liked to classify as good, but something about them made you aware they waked the line. In the three years the Mortician's been in Rome, her name or the implication of her services were still but a whisper on the breath of damnable temptation. Her ties with the local Mafia, particularly the Princess herself, have her more wiggle room then even she was aware of.

Wearing gray dress slacks with black suspenders over a white tank-top, the fledgling was looking a bit 1920's, though such was her trademark. It was the white running sneakers that threw off her outfit and at the same time, gave her that uniqueness that wasn't overdone. Subtle. One of the few things about her that were. Dark red hair was pulled back from her face none to prettily in a sloppy bun. She'd ditched the lab-coat and latex gloves back at the funeral home and entered the butcher shop with the confident stride of someone who did what they wanted when they wanted.

Her confidence made her otherwise slightly geeky appearance seem more classy. The lulling sound of her patient vocals emitted an air of timidness. "I need to speak with The Butcher please." She spoke the title as if it were a name and hoped the rather thin man before her knew whom it was she was talking about. When he turned and disappeared into the back, she released a bit of tension she hadn't even known she was caring.

"What can I do for you Donni?" He'd ask.

"I need livestock. Chickens or rabbits maybe? Rabbits breed pretty face don't they?" Donni quirked a brow as she asked, maintaining that relaxed air. She was several shades paler then he might have remembered, but that was hard to determine, not like Donni had ever sunbathed.

"Livestock? You a voodoo witch now?"

"It's vundun, and no."

"I don't have livestock. We only carry dead meat here."

Donni's temper flared with her frustration, drinking cold blood wasn't cutting it, and when she'd attempted to warm it up via microwave... ew. She balled a fist and slammed it on the counter hard enough to shake everything on it. Brilliant green eyes seemed brighter then, and the teeth she'd otherwise been able to hide were exposed when she opened her mouth with a far less patient tone. " Damn-it Butcher! I'm in a bit of a spot here, I'm asking a fucking favor. Even if you might not need my services, perhaps someone you owe will and I can pay you by paying them. Hmm?"

He flinched, "Jesus Christ Donni..."

"Is that a yes?"

"Yeah, yeah I'll see what I can do. I'll call you. "

"Thank you." A sigh of relief left her as she replied, giving him an apologetic look before she eyed the room and those in it with the same and made for the door. She was having problems with the loss of her mortality. Being cold like the bodies she worked with was too creepy for her own liking and she wasn't yet ready to cross the line of taking blood from people. Thumbing her suspenders absetmindedly, Donni diverted her eyes in front of her and made way for the door with a little less confidence then she'd walked in with.

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Your character could be in the Butcher Shop waiting for their cuts, or perhaps just walking in, or maybe even walking in when she's walking out. Standing outside peering in etc. I admit, it's been a while since I did any MB RP.




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Frederick Saint


Child's Play

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Date: May 27, 2009
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"Perhaps there is only one cardinal sin."impatience".Because of impatience we were driven out of paradise and because of "said" emotion we cannot return".
 
Words said in a low cold and chipped monotone were directed in the general direction of the female vampire who was blowing her casket due to her need to fight the inevitable.The child demon or diablo as his brothers use to refer to him as had entered a moment ago to find this woman, this Donni as the butcher titled her arguing with the man about livestock?. The word had caught his attention as he had thought to make his way by the establishment.So instead of taking his usual route the boy had entered hoping to find something en lighting, something to push away the bored dalliance of the day. Imagine his surprise when the word touched his ears, it wasn't the word it's self no. It was the simple fact that the questioner was one of the undead. Now here he stood only a inch in front of the door and when Donni would approach he would not move and didn't seem to care if he took up her personal space or blocked her exit.  He was dressed in a pair of black slacks, a black sweater covered the top end of him and on that sweater if one took to looking at it they would seeing in big bold red lettering the words..." My inner child is a mean little fucker ".. Small loafers adorned his feet and that black hair of his that hung down meeting at the lobs of his ears was a obsidian black. Head met below Donni's chest and the boy before her looked innocent enough and would pass easily for a child except he had one feature that wasn't child like and that was the murky black of his eyes, eyes that held years of experience much more then gifted to a child of eight in which he looked. Those eyes held secrets that one could not even fathom and dared any to try.
 
The child stared up silently at her after having quoted something about impatience. Head tilted to the side and with out missing a beat he moved out a hand toward her. A bend of it soon had the tiny fingers of that hand curled around one suspender, he moved that arm up trailing those finger ever so gently along the suspender. He was a vampire that instilled and fed off of fear, blood alone could not sustain this one who was of a twisted nature. He tsked at her for a second and had intended to imply something toward her but was interrupted when the butcher asked if there was anything he needed. He spoke....
 
 
" He did not wear his scarlet coat. For blood and wine are red, and blood and wine were on his hands when they found him with the dead. The poor woman in whom he loved, and murdered in her bed."..
 
The words seemed to have hit home with the butcher for he crossed himself which was unusual and some what laughable since he wasn't catholic and then the man fled toward a back room. It was nice to know secrets about the townsfolk for they tended to listen or otherwise face a nightly visit from yours truly. Now on back to the play at hand, Frederick hadn't let his gaze slip from Donni during the brief  shenanigan with the butcher. Other then the two of them in front of the door there was only a little old woman in the store. Smiling a smile so sweet it didn't match up with the features of his eyes Frederick pulled on that suspender of Donni's a little until it started to slip between his decaying fingers. Decaying would actually be the understatement of the year for the child vamp's fingers were literally melting before their eyes. Was it real or a illusion?. Either way it looked real enough to the old woman who was now clutching to the front of her chest. As the fingers melted the white of the bones beneath would become visable, blood oozed out in a puddle that splattered at his and Donni's feet.
 
The old woman started to scream but was instantly shut up the moment she started by a wave of his other hand which tore her mouth off in that one single wave. He hadn't really torn it off or touched her for that matter but the illusion was so real that she be lived it and that caused her heart to accelerate and then down she fell to her knees. Frederick continued to grin at Donni as he fed from the soul essence of the hag's fear.
 
" You have to crawl into the wounds of their minds to discover where there fear lies, only once the blood starts can you cleanse then. Alas none make it that long. Like grandma over there.. She had but three heart beats left...."..
 
"One.."
    "Two.."..
" Three .."...
 
 
The woman fell to the ground dead...
 
" At least there will be more business for you today.. Now back to what I was going to say "..
 
He brought his hand back perfect and everything as how it was untouched and not a drop of blood.
 
" Sooner or later Donni the need for warm blood will over take you. And trust me you will find it much more suitable then the blood of animals. Give in to it and be thankful you are no longer human, humanity is to damn over rated. "...

 



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The Undertaker


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Date: May 27, 2009
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The words of the child caused an arc of brow, she had been impatient. Staring at the child, slowing her step to the door, not yet sure of the child. "Good thing I'm not religious then." Though she did want to finger the little rain stick kept on the chain around her neck, currently hidden beneath her shirt betwixt her breasts. She continued her walk to the door as if expecting the child to move, a child she wasn't yet aware was a vampire.

Donni was forced to stop when the child refused to move. Perhaps in the back of her mind she knew what he was but didn't want to assume and be wrong. The kid was creepy, and when he reached his hand to touch her suspender, she didn't try and stop him. Donni just stared down at him and watched as he slid fingers up along the strap. There was probably a twinge of fear that bubbled inside the Mortician, but it wasn't full blown fear, more like the flavor of the unknown. And that she was ill at ease with the child.

His words to the Butcher caused a lift of brow, what is he talking about? She thought. Donni was already ready to leave. Something trailed along her spine that let her know something wasn't right, that the child was more dangerous then even she knew. Looking between him and the older woman now, she found herself a little angry. Decaying corpse didn't bother Donni really, she was a Mortician, she'd seen some of the most disgusting things in her time.

"Seriously?" She questioned with brows furrowed down over brilliantly green eyes as she looked back down at the kid, impatience seeping back into her body. "I get plenty of business, thank you. I happen to be one of the best Undertakers in the world, so don't do me any favors okay?" Yeah, like it would be that easy. Donni could hope right? Normally now was a time that Donni would have thumbed her own suspenders but with the child's hand still on one she resisted the urge.

"Humanity is overrated? This coming from a corpse stuck in a childs body?" She canted her head a bit and lifted her brows up high before bringing them closer together in a rather skeptical expression. "I'll stick with animals, thank you. I guess it never occurred to you I might not want to be sated hmm? You might be okay with killing people at your whim to entice what ever phsycotic little notions you have in your head, but that doesn't mean the rest of us are. Now unless you have something else to add, could you please step aside and let me go about my night?"

Donni might have tried to move past him, or move him-- he looked so little, had she actually thought she could. His little show, admittedly intimidated her.

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