gwarf (Nov 6, 2011 4:10:34 AM)
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gwarf (Nov 6, 2011 4:19:19 AM)
(This user is now known as Old Man)
Old Man (Nov 6, 2011 4:19:34 AM)
*That feeling of being watched had been increasing all night for Peyton.*
Peyton Broussard (Nov 6, 2011 4:20:49 AM)
**Wears a long sleeved, backless, black jersey knit dress that clings to her curves and ends mid-thigh and knee high red suede boots, she wears a black fringed shawl over her shoulders and her chestnut hair is loose, she sits at a table alone, sipping on a bourbon.. every now and then she rubs her arms and casts her gaze about the room.. as if looking for someone*
Peyton Broussard (Nov 6, 2011 4:21:02 AM)
(gahh))
Old Man (Nov 6, 2011 4:22:17 AM)
*And Peyton sees an old man getting inside the club and looking straight at her. He does not look good, but at least he is dressed well in jeans, a t-shirt and a sport's coat. He also seems to carry himself with unusual surety for someone looking that old...* ((His face looks sort of like this: http://bastardpiecetheater.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/07-09-very-old-man.jpg ))
Peyton Broussard (Nov 6, 2011 4:24:11 AM)
((yikes))
Peyton Broussard (Nov 6, 2011 4:24:37 AM)
*She glances over at the old man and shivers.. then takes a sip of her bourbon and looks else where*
Old Man (Nov 6, 2011 4:25:13 AM)
*When she glances at him, she is pretty sure that's where that feeling of being watched came from.*
Peyton Broussard (Nov 6, 2011 4:26:16 AM)
*she moves slowly so as not to tip him off, but she feels a strong need to leave, and fast*
Peyton Broussard (Nov 6, 2011 4:27:02 AM)
*She leaves a tip and then stands, wrapping her shawl around her shoulders and heads for the exit*
Old Man (Nov 6, 2011 4:27:05 AM)
*He's coming towards her, though, and she feels his eyes on her... And he's coming from the door.*
Peyton Broussard (Nov 6, 2011 4:27:55 AM)
She hesitates and then with her head down she keeps going*
Old Man (Nov 6, 2011 4:28:24 AM)
*She hears her name murmured in her ear even from this distance.* Namurabi Ur-Vash... Do you really wish to leave this place crowded with unbelieving mortals and let me follow you outside, where it will be just the two of us alone? I would enjoy that.
Peyton Broussard (Nov 6, 2011 4:29:16 AM)
*freezes and then turns looking to face him.. she is fearful, but he is right.. she is safer here for the moment*
Old Man (Nov 6, 2011 4:29:39 AM)
*He reaches the table she just left and pulls a chair for her, clearly inviting her to sit.*
Peyton Broussard (Nov 6, 2011 4:30:17 AM)
*Her rubs her ear and after casting one last look towards the exit, she moves to the table and sits*
Peyton Broussard (Nov 6, 2011 4:30:24 AM)
(she*)
Peyton Broussard (Nov 6, 2011 4:31:36 AM)
*She watches the old man warily and draws her shawl closer around her*
Old Man (Nov 6, 2011 4:31:44 AM)
That's a nice girl. That dress makes you even lovelier, by the way. While me, I certainly look a lot less impressive than when we last saw each other.
Old Man (Nov 6, 2011 4:31:59 AM)
*He sits accross from her* Would you please loose the shawl?
Peyton Broussard (Nov 6, 2011 4:33:23 AM)
*With eyes cast down, color rises to her cheeks as she loosens the shawl and lets it fall to her arms, *
Old Man (Nov 6, 2011 4:33:50 AM)
Thank you. Now, where were we? Oh, yes. I was going to ask why you got rid of my gift.
Peyton Broussard (Nov 6, 2011 4:34:33 AM)
Your gift? I am sure I don't know what you mean
Old Man (Nov 6, 2011 4:35:47 AM)
You don't recognize me, do you?
Peyton Broussard (Nov 6, 2011 4:36:03 AM)
*shakes her head* No.. I don't
Old Man (Nov 6, 2011 4:37:16 AM)
Let's see. Last time we saw each other, your slayer friend got her ugly ass handed to her when she tried to hurt me. That one is going to die. Preferably painfully.
Peyton Broussard (Nov 6, 2011 4:38:05 AM)
*gasps softly as her suspicions are confirmed her eyes flash angrily, but her tone is calm* What is it you want of me?
Old Man (Nov 6, 2011 4:40:37 AM)
*He smirks* Honestly? A little amusement.
Peyton Broussard (Nov 6, 2011 4:41:48 AM)
Of course, honestly
Old Man (Nov 6, 2011 4:42:18 AM)
I just told you.
Peyton Broussard (Nov 6, 2011 4:42:48 AM)
Oh.. I misunderstood,, you find me amusing..
Old Man (Nov 6, 2011 4:43:20 AM)
No. I find you rather hot. Of course, you would look a little better if you had kept my gift.
Peyton Broussard (Nov 6, 2011 4:43:37 AM)
What is this 'gift' you are going on about?
Old Man (Nov 6, 2011 4:44:21 AM)
Why, did you forget the cough? It would have made you paler by now, and much more pliant. Much better to amuse myself with.
Peyton Broussard (Nov 6, 2011 4:44:57 AM)
The sickness was your -gift-?
Old Man (Nov 6, 2011 4:46:02 AM)
Indeed. I thought that was obvious.
Peyton Broussard (Nov 6, 2011 4:47:29 AM)
I didn't see it as a gift, not at all
Old Man (Nov 6, 2011 4:48:38 AM)
A pity. You're probably confused by all that hot flesh you're wearing now.
Peyton Broussard (Nov 6, 2011 4:49:39 AM)
*shrugs* Not as confused as you woulld think.. maybe that is what's wrong with you..only the flesh you wear must be a burden
Peyton Broussard (Nov 6, 2011 4:50:34 AM)
*She gazes at him with compassion*
Old Man (Nov 6, 2011 4:50:34 AM)
It is indeed. But I know I am not confused. I still think just as I did when we were sent to our prison. I am doing the same work I did then. Can you say the same? Have you not been changed by your flesh?
Peyton Broussard (Nov 6, 2011 4:51:46 AM)
I have been changed, but not as much as I had feared.. I find I am coming back to myself lately, in fact my experience with you helped somewhat
Old Man (Nov 6, 2011 4:52:13 AM)
It did?
Old Man (Nov 6, 2011 4:52:17 AM)
How so?
Peyton Broussard (Nov 6, 2011 4:53:22 AM)
When it was done, after I was healed, I felt more like Vash than Peyton *tilts her head and smiles sweetly* So you see? I did not return your gift after all
Old Man (Nov 6, 2011 4:54:12 AM)
Then I would say you owe me a little, don't you agree?
Peyton Broussard (Nov 6, 2011 4:54:37 AM)
I have given you a little
Old Man (Nov 6, 2011 4:54:54 AM)
Your company and the nice sight?
Peyton Broussard (Nov 6, 2011 4:55:03 AM)
Of course
Old Man (Nov 6, 2011 4:55:32 AM)
*He smirks* If you're gonna repay me with a nice sight like that, I should be able to see more.
Peyton Broussard (Nov 6, 2011 4:56:23 AM)
*Crosses her long legs * So far, I think the price has fit the prize
Old Man (Nov 6, 2011 4:58:12 AM)
*Moves his chair closer to her, so he's more to her side than sitting accross from her, and can see those long legs better... He puts a hand on her thigh and his touch feels a bit too hot, as if he had some fever.* Maybe now it does...
Peyton Broussard (Nov 6, 2011 4:59:07 AM)
*She moves her legs away* Please don't.. don't touch me...don't
Old Man (Nov 6, 2011 4:59:41 AM)
Now you're being impolite, dear. It might make me angry.
Peyton Broussard (Nov 6, 2011 5:00:36 AM)
I have not quite learned my manners.. I apologize.. * but she moves her chair away from him*
Old Man (Nov 6, 2011 5:02:38 AM)
I see. Well, I will eventually collect my dues from you, anyway. Pity you didn't decide to be friendlier about it.
Peyton Broussard (Nov 6, 2011 5:03:17 AM)
WHy would I be friendly about allowing you to make me sick?
Peyton Broussard (Nov 6, 2011 5:03:50 AM)
I did nothing to earn your wrath,
Old Man (Nov 6, 2011 5:05:35 AM)
You interfered with my experiment. Or tried. It worked anyway... But you tried. Wouldn't it make you mad if someone tried to fuck up something you had been working on for weeks?
Peyton Broussard (Nov 6, 2011 5:06:00 AM)
Your experiment? You mean that was what you were doing?
Old Man (Nov 6, 2011 5:06:20 AM)
Yes.
Peyton Broussard (Nov 6, 2011 5:06:57 AM)
What kind opf experiment?
Old Man (Nov 6, 2011 5:07:46 AM)
And why would I give you this information for free, Namurabi? Would you rather be called by the name of your hot flesh instead, by the way?
Peyton Broussard (Nov 6, 2011 5:08:19 AM)
*shrugs* Not necessarily And all you needed to do was tell us what you were doing.. we might have even helped you
Peyton Broussard (Nov 6, 2011 5:08:34 AM)
How did you find my name?
Old Man (Nov 6, 2011 5:09:19 AM)
You would like to help me? If you remember enough, I might actually welcome such help for my next experiment. And you showed yourself to me. I remembered you.
Peyton Broussard (Nov 6, 2011 5:10:32 AM)
*Scowls a little* I showed myself to you? I don't remember you at all ..and I did not say I would help you now.. but we might have, had you told us about your experiemt before
Old Man (Nov 6, 2011 5:11:19 AM)
Well... perhaps next time I will tell you... And then I will watch you to see if you run for your court to warn them against me. But if you don't, maybe I will welcome your help.
Old Man (Nov 6, 2011 5:11:32 AM)
((Remember I told you Peyton went apoc?))
Peyton Broussard (Nov 6, 2011 5:11:42 AM)
(( ohh right sorry))
Peyton Broussard (Nov 6, 2011 5:12:39 AM)
*Nods, feeling stupid for allowing him to see her like that* Now that I have seen what you believe are gifts.. I think I will decline your offer.. I am not fond of coughing up blood
Peyton Broussard (Nov 6, 2011 5:13:04 AM)
*She won't admit anyting to him though.. she narrows her eyes a bit to watch him*
Old Man (Nov 6, 2011 5:14:33 AM)
*He smiles* Well, that was not a gift I had meant for you, specifically. You just walked in uninvited and ended up getting it. I am sure I could find a much better gift for you if you came invited.
Peyton Broussard (Nov 6, 2011 5:14:51 AM)
*she smiles* No thank you
Old Man (Nov 6, 2011 5:15:06 AM)
I see. A pity.
Peyton Broussard (Nov 6, 2011 5:15:26 AM)
Yes, I do pity you
Old Man (Nov 6, 2011 5:15:45 AM)
Then you should easy my pains.
Peyton Broussard (Nov 6, 2011 5:16:25 AM)
*Her heart races.. she is fighting her urge to run..* I don't think I am equipped to do that
Old Man (Nov 6, 2011 5:17:35 AM)
*He grins and looks at her body again, pointedly* Oh, but I am sure you are. Especially when your skin fushes that nice color and I can nearly hear your heart beating from here, you're perfectly equipped to ease my pains.
Peyton Broussard (Nov 6, 2011 5:19:31 AM)
*she feels dirty and has an intense urge to cover herself..she flicks her gaze around the room wondering what her chances would be if she ran, then looks back at him* You want to kill me
Old Man (Nov 6, 2011 5:20:06 AM)
No dear. Far from that. I would probably keep you. It's your friend I want to kill.
Peyton Broussard (Nov 6, 2011 5:20:15 AM)
My friend?
Old Man (Nov 6, 2011 5:20:23 AM)
the slayer.
Old Man (Nov 6, 2011 5:20:51 AM)
I could give you powerful gifts that I am sure you would value if you handed her to me.
Peyton Broussard (Nov 6, 2011 5:20:55 AM)
*shrugs* I barely know her, in fact I only met her that night she is no friend
Old Man (Nov 6, 2011 5:21:11 AM)
Then my offer looks even better, does it not?
Peyton Broussard (Nov 6, 2011 5:21:34 AM)
I have sampled your gifts already and I am not interested
Old Man (Nov 6, 2011 5:22:08 AM)
You think me too limited... But as you wish. You may go if you want, dear. I can tell you do. I know how to find you when I want.
Peyton Broussard (Nov 6, 2011 5:23:09 AM)
What is your name? what if I should want to find you?
Old Man (Nov 6, 2011 5:24:49 AM)
You may have it, I will charge for it later. I'm Menuvari.
Peyton Broussard (Nov 6, 2011 5:25:31 AM)
I meant your host name
Old Man (Nov 6, 2011 5:25:51 AM)
It does not matter.
Peyton Broussard (Nov 6, 2011 5:26:17 AM)
*shrugs*
Old Man (Nov 6, 2011 5:26:25 AM)
((I gtg hun))
Peyton Broussard (Nov 6, 2011 5:26:35 AM)
((night *hugs* thank you))
Old Man (Nov 6, 2011 5:26:52 AM)
((My pleasure. Night))
Old Man (Nov 6, 2011 5:27:20 AM)
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Peyton Broussard (Nov 6, 2011 5:27:41 AM)
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