Dr. Mary Hazzard (Feb 8, 2011 8:44:33 PM)
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Renzo Giovanni (Feb 8, 2011 8:48:52 PM)
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Dr. Mary Hazzard (Feb 8, 2011 8:50:21 PM)
*she had directed him to a place just outside the city off the main road a ways. the old building looks like it once was an old bar but has long since been abandonded.. the windows are boarded up and the door has a large currently opened padlock on it... an old sign hangs from what remains of its supports and hald hangs down next to the door aparently the place was once called "happys"... mary is leaning on the wall near one of the windows waiting for him wearing her tight black pants buckled boots and a tight black turtleneck*

Renzo Giovanni (Feb 8, 2011 8:58:12 PM)
There would be the dull, throaty grumble of the car's engine as the Mustang crept along the dirt road like a stalking beast. Renzo wasn't about to put one of his favorite material toys into jeopardy on the unpaved road. He enjoyed his ride too much for that. When the car rolled to a stop and Renzo got out, Mary would see him dressed as if he were going to a business casual banquet. Having heard the Malkavian's "lair" was off the beaten path, he had sacrificed the usual suit for a dashing black cardigan complete with turtleneck and a pair of blue jeans. What the pants lacked in style they made up for in expense. There was a faint look of distaste on his features as he waved a plume of dust out of his face. "How very quaint, Mary. The scenary is darling but I do say that road needs a bit of work." A glance back the way he had come before turning his attention back to her.

Renzo Giovanni (Feb 8, 2011 8:59:25 PM)
"Matching shirts. Cute." Was the best compliment he could come up with as he admired her attire. "Boots again too. Love the height it gives you."

Dr. Mary Hazzard (Feb 8, 2011 9:00:36 PM)
*She smiles in greting to him then chuckles at his words and shrugs* well.. less people are going to wander down here if the road is like it is.. and the less i fix up the place the less chance of anyone remembering the location.. low key and safe *chuckles and looks around* but yeah i would never live here.. i have an apartment in the french quarter *smiles at him* i just play here... noone around to hear screaming here..

Renzo Giovanni (Feb 8, 2011 9:04:00 PM)
"No one to hear but the wildlife I assume. Perhaps the alligators make short work of your mess?" A wry grin as he headed towards the entrance of the abandoned bar. Renzo reached out and pulled off the 'Happy's' sign with a quick jerk of his arm. Then there was a brief bit of laughter. "How ironic. Somehow I doubt your meals wouldn't consider this place as happy as you might. It's positively delightful!" He casts the sign to the ground and looks at Mary with a polite smile. "So, let's have a look see."

Dr. Mary Hazzard (Feb 8, 2011 9:04:41 PM)
((brb))

Renzo Giovanni (Feb 8, 2011 9:04:51 PM)
(np tyt!)

Dr. Mary Hazzard (Feb 8, 2011 9:23:13 PM)
((grrrr sooo sorry for the delay back now))

Renzo Giovanni (Feb 8, 2011 9:23:21 PM)
(no worries)

Dr. Mary Hazzard (Feb 8, 2011 9:27:57 PM)
*she laughs as he pulls the sign down and shrugs* im sure your right.. not many are happy to come here thats for sure.. *she leads him inside through the front door and into a large now open area.. the bar has been torn out and there are 2 long autopsy tables fixes with strong nylon straps the floor has a drian in it and a hose has been put in on one wal.. a tall cabinit with a lock on it is in a corner and contains her medical tools.. there are 2 doors one that leads to a large bathroom area that has a big wooden chair in it also fixed with straps and the other to a kitchen which is shockingly clean and functional compared to the rest of the place*

Renzo Giovanni (Feb 8, 2011 9:35:14 PM)
Renzo would brush the dust from the sign away from his fingers and follow the tall Malkavian into her parlor. If there was a sense of foreboding Renzo appeared to hide it well. His chocolate gaze drifted from the drain beneath the autopsy table toward the kitchen before finally setting his focus on Mary. "It's like an old hospital meets Texas Chainsaw Massacre. Stunning! Though I might suggest a few murals to give the place some pop. Renzo crossed one arm over his chest, the other arm braced against it as a finger idly tapped against his lips thoughtfully. "So do you start with your catches in the bathroom? Or..." Then he motions to Mary. "Paint me a picture my hungry friend. I do so adore a good tale." And with that Renzo approached one of the metal tables to get a better look.

Renzo Giovanni (Feb 8, 2011 9:35:41 PM)
(pop." Renzo. Stupid quotation! ;)

Dr. Mary Hazzard (Feb 8, 2011 9:40:31 PM)
*currently there is a man straped to the shair in the old bathroom barely conscious and covered in a few days worth of slices and random burns... but they havent gotten to him yet... she smiles at him as he looks over her table* as i said.. not many come out here... infact your the first person to come here who i intend to let leave in one piece.. *chuckles* there is no set paturn as to where people start or where they end.. it all depends on what inspires me at the time... the tables are my favorite.. nothing says "your fucked" like becomming conscious while straped to a metal table.. *the tables themselves look much like the ones from her work* (there are pics of them on the locations part of her page.. and a pic of the bathroom heheh)

Renzo Giovanni (Feb 8, 2011 9:41:30 PM)
(looking now! :)

Dr. Mary Hazzard (Feb 8, 2011 9:41:37 PM)
((hehehe))

Renzo Giovanni (Feb 8, 2011 9:42:42 PM)
(creepy! lol)

Dr. Mary Hazzard (Feb 8, 2011 9:43:04 PM)
((lol i thought so))

Renzo Giovanni (Feb 8, 2011 9:48:46 PM)
"Oh dear!" Surprised laughter. It wasn't that Renzo was uneasy in the room, he was too inhumane for that. It was just a totally different flavor of monster he was witnessing. Curiousity more than anything was what drove his desire to look around. As Renzo spoke, Mary could see his nostrils flare at the scent of the blood lingering upon the man's skin. He was staring at her captive, taking in his features and his dress. Imagination of a beast sprang to life and one question burned in his mind. "Don't they all taste like fear though?" A raise of his dark brow before looking back at his vampiric friend. "Don't get me wrong darling. I absolutely adore the vintage of terror, the blood almost tastes...cold. But what of rage or lust? Or the bitter sweet taste of youth?"

Renzo Giovanni (Feb 8, 2011 9:49:52 PM)
"I simply -must- have a buffet of options or I grow bored." Said with a nonchalant factual tone as Renzo turns to gracefully sit upon Mary's autopsy table.

Dr. Mary Hazzard (Feb 8, 2011 9:59:20 PM)
*she smiles and walks with him as he explores not stoping him from looking at anything or anywhere... she stands infront of him when he sits and shrugs* i dont know honestly.. the diffrence is lost on me.. *smiles* i know nothing of lust tho rage does happen.. there comes a point in most humans that their fear becomes rage.. *smiles* maybe my pallet is a bit dulled now... *sighs* i have been doing this since before i was embraced.. the taste.. and the feel of blood and flesh was not something i had to ajust to as a vampire.. so maybe i am a bit lost to much of the experiance.. *smiles at him* this.. *motions around the place* isnt about feeding... or even the killing... *she frowns as she trys to think of how to make it make sense to someone who isnt her* its about limits.. the human condition.. the loss of life and the beautiful abandonment of hope and controle.. its about looking in their eyes and knowing that you are the last person they are ever going to see.. *sighs as that doesnt even come close to ho

Dr. Mary Hazzard (Feb 8, 2011 9:59:58 PM)
how she realy feels.. but its as close as she can come with words*

Renzo Giovanni (Feb 8, 2011 10:15:03 PM)
Renzo meets Mary's gaze as she tries to convey into words what she has been feeling. "So, for a time, you get to be their world." A smile, the tips of fangs revealed under ashen lips. "It's quite sweet Mary, really. Who couldn't understand wanting some alone time with these delicious people?" Then there was a nod. "And don't you worry a bit about your palate darling. Our kind has forever after all." A wink before his tone shifted again to the idly curious. "Where is your sire? Didn't they teach you any of the exquisite tricks of our delightful condition?" Mary might notice him occasionally glance to her captive prey.

Dr. Mary Hazzard (Feb 8, 2011 10:18:35 PM)
*she chuckles and nods* yes that is definatly part of it.. *sighs and looks around then back at him... the man in the chair doesnt move much tho he does goran from time to time.. at the mentionof her sire she frowns and looks down* my sire didnt teach me shit.. he left a week after embracing me.. everything i know i learned on my own

Renzo Giovanni (Feb 8, 2011 10:25:15 PM)
"Come now. That's not so bad." Renzo offers. "You seem to have learned everything you need to know to survive. And yet...that's not what makes the whole thing fun is it?" The Giovanni lie back on the autopsy table and put his arms behind his head as if casually relaxing. He stared up at the dark, grimy ceiling of the bar-turned-carnal house. "Needing something and wanting something are such different animals aren't they?"

Dr. Mary Hazzard (Feb 8, 2011 10:27:31 PM)
that is very true.. sadly i already knew most of the skills i use before i even knew vampires are real *chuckles and looks down at him on the table her eyes moving up and down him once* that is so true.. i definatly have all i need... and some of what i want... *smiles* and all the time in the world for the rest

Renzo Giovanni (Feb 8, 2011 10:33:12 PM)
"That's the spirit!" Renzo grins. "Might as well make this damned existance of ours as absolutely intoxicating as possible." A lick of his lips as memories of stupors from evenings of dining on drunken blood. "Speaking of wants. Why don't you try some of this on your handsome catch." Renzo's fingers, which had been tracing the curves of the stainless steel with sensual care went into the pocket of his jeans to pluck out a small vial of cocaine. Between thumb and finger he held it out to Mary. "He'll still feel all the pain you'd ever wish upon him, the poor fella. But maybe both of you can enjoy the time a little more." Then, considering Mary's 'upbringing' Renzo asked. "Have you ever had spiked blood, darling?"

Dr. Mary Hazzard (Feb 8, 2011 10:41:18 PM)
*she rae at that and looks at the man then back at Renzo as she takes the vial of coke from him and grins slightly* only alocohol... well herroin once.. *chuckles* that was an interesting surprise *smiles at him then looks at the man* im not sure he is conscious enough to snort something...... maybe i can wake him up a bit with some adrenaline.. *her eyes drift to her medical suply cabinit* im sure i have some left

Renzo Giovanni (Feb 8, 2011 10:46:39 PM)
"Call it a..." Renzo looked around the dismal place. "A house warming gift. Maybe I'll bring by a few photos and some flowers. This place could use a bit of touching up don't you think?" And he reaches over to set the vial down on a nearby tray before looking at Mary. "When you have your guests on this cold-as-ice table what do you start out doing first?"

Dr. Mary Hazzard (Feb 8, 2011 10:50:05 PM)
*she chuckles* i dont know why it would.. not like i often have guests here *smirks at him then heads to get an injection of adrenaline for the man then heads back to renzo and smiles at his question* depends on my mood... sometimes im quick and i just want to hack and bash untill the room and myself are covered in blood.. other times i take my time.. keep them alive for days while i disect and test and push their limits as far as i can.... and sometimes i just cut a piece off and cook and watch them bleed out while i eat.. *shrugs*

Renzo Giovanni (Feb 8, 2011 10:57:06 PM)
Renzo nodded emphatically. "I must say I approve. It seems like doing it the same way every single time would get simply boring. On the other hand though, my murderous Mary, I don't think I have a single item in my wardrobe fit for an evening of blood spatter. Isn't that just a tragedy? I'm starting to think so." There was an amused tone to his voice. He seemed genuine if only in a desire to experience being covered in blood. There was not the same feral heart there that beat in Mary's chest, Renzo's slayings lent themselves more to the fanciful delights of high society. "How long have you been eating your dishes too, Mary?"

Dr. Mary Hazzard (Feb 8, 2011 11:01:20 PM)
*she smiles at that and nods* i do like to mix it up.. plus it gives me a chance to work on diffrent skills.. *she chuckles* it is a tragedy really... sometimes making a mess with out a care in the world can be amazingly satisfying.. im sure i can get you some scrubs from the hospital if you ever want to try it.. *smiles at him.. she ponders his question* i have been eating my special dishes since my second kill.. little over 3 years before my embrace... *well there is a fun thought*

Renzo Giovanni (Feb 8, 2011 11:10:55 PM)
Renzo seemed to have grown bored of the hard, cold steel he was lying on. Swinging his legs off the side, he got up and stretched. His undead muscles ached for a drink. "Scrubs? What a terrible fashion statement though! On the other hand, we can thank those lovely television shows for making even those hideous green scrubs and their handsome doctors all the rave." Renzo would walk over to where Mary had retreived the adrenaline. His gaze wandered through her assortment of medical equipment. "Well well, three years before your embrace? I think that makes you more of a hearty killer than even dear old me." Then there was a glimmer of unspoken amusement in his eyes. "I can just imagine you asking some ignorant fella if he'd like to play doctor with you." Laughter that was quickly stifled. "Oh but that's right, never tasted lust. Ah well!"

Renzo Giovanni (Feb 8, 2011 11:12:21 PM)
"It's a heady sensation but the aftertaste is dismal. It doesn't linger on the tongue like innocence." A mentioning aside of his own personal experiences.

Dr. Mary Hazzard (Feb 8, 2011 11:14:47 PM)
*there is everything in the cabinit that a Dr could desire.. everything from the smallest scalple to bone saws and rib splitters.. also a wide variety of sedativs and drugs.. she sighs and shrugs* even in my mortal life i didnt have much normal human interaction *sighs* infact your probably the first person ive ever spent any decent ammount of time with.. *smiles at him* im sure in time the rest of the whole human interaction thing will come to me..

Renzo Giovanni (Feb 8, 2011 11:18:53 PM)
"So true my sweet friend. There is eternity for each of us to explore this dark and hideously beautiful world." Then Renzo reached into a pocket for a glance at his cellphone. "The Sister is hungry again." Apparently his phone had vibrated a message alert. "You have -no- idea how demanding a nun can be!" He said this with a smile. "I suppose I should see to her well being. After all it's just dreadful trying to find good help these nights." Renzo would walk over to Mary and reach out to give her arm a squeeze. Perhaps he meant to do so or not but his grip seemed unecessarily rough. "Thank you kindly for having me by. I should drop in more often if that would please you."

Dr. Mary Hazzard (Feb 8, 2011 11:20:09 PM)
*she smiles at him and nods* i would like to see you more.. *she doesnt seem to mind his rough grip on her arm infact it makes her smile some*

Renzo Giovanni (Feb 8, 2011 11:21:12 PM)
"Then it shall be. I look forward to hearing stories of our dear Camarilla too." A wink before he departed, leaving her to the fullness of the night.

Renzo Giovanni (Feb 8, 2011 11:23:37 PM)
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Dr. Mary Hazzard (Feb 8, 2011 11:24:37 PM)
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