Benjamin Wey (Jan 25, 2011 7:56:24 PM)
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Elyse Benson (Jan 25, 2011 7:58:33 PM)
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Elyse Benson (Jan 25, 2011 7:58:42 PM)
(( apprently I can't spell pickel))

Benjamin Wey (Jan 25, 2011 7:58:50 PM)
(( lol, I'm sorry

Benjamin Wey (Jan 25, 2011 7:59:07 PM)
(( I shoulda picked "euphoria", or something

Benjamin Wey (Jan 25, 2011 7:59:35 PM)
(( I'd undoubtedly put an "F" in there everytime, and yell at the computer ))

Elyse Benson (Jan 25, 2011 8:01:56 PM)
((Lets try small words that Jenn knows...like cat, car, or frankfurter))

Elyse Benson (Jan 25, 2011 8:02:10 PM)
(( OK I am gonna read it this time))

Benjamin Wey (Jan 25, 2011 8:04:03 PM)
(( OMG, I gotta stop using the same word twice in a sentence *slaps hand ))

Elyse Benson (Jan 25, 2011 8:10:13 PM)
*Her eyes snapped to his hand on her shoulder for a few short seconds, but there was not movement of her head to go along with it. Her eyes found his again, that trust there, that she would not Dominate him into doing something against his will, even though the ugly thought did rise to the front of her mind. It was her quick and easy way of getting what she wanted. But to continue on such a path would only mean for him to hate her in the end, and that for whatever reason did not sit well with her at all.* Why do you care for them? What is it your concern? Do you love these mortals. Or is the loss of your own mortality what makes you feel this way. Tell me so I can understand you.

Elyse Benson (Jan 25, 2011 8:11:02 PM)
(( dude...I am my own worst critic I really think my rp sucks hardcore somtimes, I am no writer...but Iam an IT geek ^_^ ))

Benjamin Wey (Jan 25, 2011 8:18:43 PM)
(( I don't think it sucks at all, much less "hardcore" ))

Benjamin Wey (Jan 25, 2011 8:21:13 PM)
*Ben tightened his lips, and patted his hand where it lay. The cold was definitely there that night. It hadn’t been sixty degrees at night for a long while, and touching Elyse was not unlike caressing sculpted ice. With a quick chin scratch and wandering eyes, Ben explained:* “I remember being one. Being weak, helpless and lost in the snow. We are their snow, Elyse. We . . . we make plans, and device machinations of selfishness, and they trample through us unknowingly. They get in our way, and die in the crossfire out of ignorance. Sometimes, I almost wish they knew.” *With that, Ben shook his head with a small chuckle and reintroduced his eyes to hers.*

Elyse Benson (Jan 25, 2011 8:30:45 PM)
*How could she not feel her own frozen temperature? None of it seemed to bother her, as long as her lips were painted red and her hands covered with her trade mark lacy gloves no one would ever know. But that was because no one else ever got close enough to tell. It never entered her mind that such a cool temperature might not be pleasing at all. In honesty his warm touch felt almost light fire that stung her senses just slightly. Her eyes painted in deep shadows never left his, never blinking like she had forgotten to do so. It was her eyes that perhaps gave her that eerie and strange presence to mortals.* You feel sorry for them….how strange. What is that like? Odd how you relate that to your mortal life. *Her questions were strange in themselves she didn’t seem to understand even these basic concepts of human compassion for helpless mortals*

Benjamin Wey (Jan 25, 2011 8:47:32 PM)
*Ben shrugged in with a clearly oblivious expression. Breaking free of the ice, he lowered his hand and placed both in his grey slacks pockets. Was he cold, or uncomfortable? Perhaps both . . .* “The only way I can relate to something I was . . . is to relive it. There are moments when things didn’t make sense, like looking into a broken mirror and seeing more than yourself . . .” *His solemnity broke with a grin at the unintended pun. Another head shake removed the notion.* “Everything made less sense back then. As some strange devoured my life essence, I had many questions through the clouds of fear.” *Sniff. The rose?*

Benjamin Wey (Jan 25, 2011 8:49:04 PM)
*In a sudden alteration of mood and attitude, Ben was a young child, scared for his life, arms flailing in terror.* “Oh god, I’m bleeding everywhere. Why the hell does this feel like . . th-this! What kind of monster . . . where are my l-l-legs, my god, my legs are gone!” *His arms flung into the air, reaching desperately for salvation, pleading to the sky for the rope that would never come.* “How could this ha- . . . happ-p-p . . . S-s-so thirsty . .” *and just a sudden, it was over. It was Ben again, standing slyly with hands in his pockets, hair lightly waving in the dull wind. There was no smile to be found on his handsome face. Nothing but cold memory.*

Madison Bailey (Jan 25, 2011 8:53:55 PM)
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Elyse Benson (Jan 25, 2011 8:57:39 PM)
*Elyse took several steps back from the sudden change in mood at his regression into some other time and place. Cold unfeeling eyes, watched him carefully like she was not certain what he would do at any moment. Never having seen this before she didn’t know what to do, other than to out stretch her arms and try to shake him back to normalcy, if there was such a thing. But after it was over she simply looked at him, and didn’t speak a word of it.* “Did you sleep well this morning?” *She asked in a causal tone*

Benjamin Wey (Jan 25, 2011 8:58:06 PM)
(( Greetings! We would be near a vine-covered tomb closer to the center of the cemetary. Ben stands in nice grey slacks and button up, red tie, hands in pockets. ))

Benjamin Wey (Jan 25, 2011 9:01:11 PM)
*This was just enough to break his composure, and he burst into a light chuckle, warming the snow away. With a dismissive hand, he explained:* "Yes, yes I slept well enough. That is simply my feelings for those hiding in the dark daylight." *Another handwave* "Think nothing of it." *Swallow. Empty?*

Madison Bailey (Jan 25, 2011 9:02:46 PM)
*Madison strolled along the walkways and took in the sights. It wasn't long before his sharp ears picked up familiar voices. He took his time approaching the pair, stopping off randomly to get a closer look at rather mundane objects. Eventually he drifted their way with a tip of his hat*How not surprising that I'd come across you both out here.

Benjamin Wey (Jan 25, 2011 9:08:33 PM)
*Spotting the newcomer allowed the perfect segue, and Ben took a small step toward him, hand raised in simple greeting.* “Welcome, Madison. I didn’t expect many others would find the pleasure in an evening stroll in the cemetery.”

Madison Bailey (Jan 25, 2011 9:12:18 PM)
There is simply so much to see. I would do my fans a diservice to not get the proper eye for the surroundings*His gaze settled on the pair, and he seemed much more confident than the previous night. Head held high and no trace of nerves*

Elyse Benson (Jan 25, 2011 9:13:27 PM)
*Elyse was dressed like she had attended a funeral, black lacy gloves covered her hands, long blonde hair done in perfect curls. Everything about her looked so picture perfect, even more so standing next to a suite and tie Ben. Slowly she turned her attention to Madison, tilting her head to the side slightly* I don’t come here often. I was merely tracking down my family. Welcome to the city…

Madison Bailey (Jan 25, 2011 9:16:47 PM)
*He offered Elyse a genuine smile*Thank you, and also for the intervention with mr fancy pants. I don't suppose there is some threat you face.....perhaps one that requires greater numbers than the ones at your disposal?

Elyse Benson (Jan 25, 2011 9:18:45 PM)
To be honest with you our....screamer is on the loose and she likes to eat her own kind. Cannibal. *She stated nodding to his smile but one did not seem to cross her features at all. Not because she was not friendly but she did give that feeling of not having the emotions behind it*

Madison Bailey (Jan 25, 2011 9:21:53 PM)
*He took a few steps nearer to Elyse, leaning in for a closer look at her*So....how did you break your face?

Benjamin Wey (Jan 25, 2011 9:23:07 PM)
*Ben blinked at the comment, obviously confused by the direction of his comment. With curiousity, he looked to Elyse to gleen whatever possible.*

Benjamin Wey (Jan 25, 2011 9:23:35 PM)
(( comment to statement, stupid double post ))

Elyse Benson (Jan 25, 2011 9:27:41 PM)
Well Madison, that depends on the time frame and the fracture you are inquiring about. It has been a very long road to such. I would say the first crack came in my infancy. I would fall it fixed over broken however, but to each his own.

Madison Bailey (Jan 25, 2011 9:29:35 PM)
It doesn't move quite like it should. So perhaps work in progress would be most fitting?*He backed out of her personal space and slid his hands into his pockets*

Benjamin Wey (Jan 25, 2011 9:33:47 PM)
*The sudden understanding of the question hit Ben, and he attempted to explain somewhat hastily:* "Elyse does not smile, Madison. It was her decision long ago."

Elyse Benson (Jan 25, 2011 9:36:51 PM)
I suppose I could try, but I so no real point in such when there is no feeling behind it. Often times I get strange looks at the attempet. I would rather not frighten anyone at the moment so I shall reframe from any of that. *She turned to look at Madison this time hold in her hand up to his hight* You are broken as well...you are not tall enough to reach anyone's neck are you? Do you bite the ankle. I suppose I would in your case.

Benjamin Wey (Jan 25, 2011 9:38:39 PM)
*Ben closed his eyes for a few seconds, thinking to himself before opening them with rapid blinks.*

Madison Bailey (Jan 25, 2011 9:39:18 PM)
It's not so difficult to get prey to bend over*He matched the blank slate that was Elyse, letting his usual expressive looks fade to stoic staring*

Elyse Benson (Jan 25, 2011 9:41:23 PM)
*She turned and looked to Ben, tilting her head a little, not sure why he blinked the way he did. Perhaps it was something she said* Oh come now, only one of us here is with out flaws, and it certainly is not me. I do hope I didn't offend. I make my pray perform tricks as well. I like to....well never mind that. *She said waving her hand in a dimissive manner*

Madison Bailey (Jan 25, 2011 9:43:43 PM)
*He snapped his fingers and the old mirth was back on his face*A topic for another time? I am quite interested in where that statement was heading.

Benjamin Wey (Jan 25, 2011 9:47:47 PM)
*Ben raised an eyebrow at Elyse's comment and grinned modestly, looking slightly away. Folding hands behind his back, the brunette turned more toward Mr. Bailey and smiled with a head tilt.* "So, what do you think of your new court? A shy smaller than New York, to be sure."

Elyse Benson (Jan 25, 2011 9:49:54 PM)
The screamer? The one that is all out to get us?

Madison Bailey (Jan 25, 2011 9:51:40 PM)
A fine first impression, I'd say. The smaller numbers are comforting....not so much noise*A smile in return for Ben before he glanced to Elyse again*That too, but moreso the detailing of your vice.

Elyse Benson (Jan 25, 2011 9:57:04 PM)
*Slowly her eyes look over to Madison for a moment, then back to Ben, for some strange reason the almost, almost she smiled, on the very vurge of it the corners of her lips curling upwards slightly in an attempt that failed yet again and only left her looking a bit strange* I like to wrap them in ribbon, like a present...if you pull it really tight sometimes the pressure build...one pick of a good pin and it goes shooting out...

Madison Bailey (Jan 25, 2011 10:00:13 PM)
*He was silent for a moment. The look on his face suggested he was visualizing her method*Colorful....and inspiring to boot.

Elyse Benson (Jan 25, 2011 10:01:58 PM)
You like? Perhapes we should have a lovely little get togeather some time. I do have to have the walls panted again. I am a picky eatter however...

Madison Bailey (Jan 25, 2011 10:04:47 PM)
It would be an honor to be your guest. I have no qualms about whose vitae sustains me, provided they breathe.

Benjamin Wey (Jan 25, 2011 10:07:21 PM)
*Ben smiled warmly at each of them. Despite his obvious lack of opinion on the matter, he seemed quite pleased at the introduction of a polite member of the family.*

Elyse Benson (Jan 25, 2011 10:07:49 PM)
Ben likes a red head from time to time. While the color of their hair bothers me little. It usally depends upon my mood. Well then after we have delt with Izzy then we shall throw a party. I would invite others but i fear they might not care for such entertainment.

Elyse Benson (Jan 25, 2011 10:09:40 PM)
((HAHAH now I can pay attention here))

Elyse Benson (Jan 25, 2011 10:09:53 PM)
(( prepaire for better RP))

Benjamin Wey (Jan 25, 2011 10:10:18 PM)
(( uh oh!!! ))

Madison Bailey (Jan 25, 2011 10:11:19 PM)
A wonderful idea....and certainly fine motivation to see the issue settled with haste*He settled against a nearby headstone, looking even smaller against the marker*

Elyse Benson (Jan 25, 2011 10:17:43 PM)
*Slowly she craned her neck upwards, looking to the moon watching the way gray clouds drifted over it painting a picture of a dark grave yard in shadows. Leaning back against a headstone herself with her pretty neck bared, lightly touching the pearls that grace her all to thin frame. The body of a girl who must have had issues with food even as a mortal, the whole ordeal having left her to look like a fragile kindred indeed* Madison, Ben and I share something in common. Perhaps you enjoy the arts as well? What is it you enjoy?

Madison Bailey (Jan 25, 2011 10:21:11 PM)
*He reached into his back pocket and withdrew a tatterred paperback, which was tossed to Elyse*More than enjoy, made a living on.

Madison Bailey (Jan 25, 2011 10:23:25 PM)
*The cover read Nosferotica Vol 1 and featured two hiedous creatures entwined. The name on the spine was not his own. It listed Matthew Williams are the author*

Madison Bailey (Jan 25, 2011 10:23:33 PM)
(as the author even)

Elyse Benson (Jan 25, 2011 10:25:43 PM)
*Elyse not having moved in time to catch the was pelted with the book. Only after it hit the side of her arm did she look down from the moon’s eyes staring back at her down to the ground where the tattered book now way. Hand crossed in front of her she bent just slightly over to read the cover but never moved to pick it up* “I see you so you write. Have you written the story of your life? It is wonderful to have another brother into the arts….”

Madison Bailey (Jan 25, 2011 10:28:44 PM)
I don't pen anything of consequence. Just what I know will cause folks to squirm.*He pushed off the headstone and came to collect the book*

Elyse Benson (Jan 25, 2011 10:32:07 PM)
You like to make them squirm you say? Well that is always entertaining I need only look at them and they do that already.

Benjamin Wey (Jan 25, 2011 10:32:11 PM)
*A simple smile was the reaction as the book fell to the ground, untouched. The change in name was far from surprising. Becoming somewhat famous with immortality was something the Masquerade did not appreciate.* "So you prefer the horror genre. Would you claim Poe as an inspiration?"

Madison Bailey (Jan 25, 2011 10:35:19 PM)
*He scooped the book up and tucked it back into his pocket*There is money to be made in kink....with minimal effort*Standing up straight again, he nodded to Ben*He is among those that have influenced me.

Benjamin Wey (Jan 25, 2011 10:39:14 PM)
*Ben's grin widened at that* "Beautiful. The youth tend to forget those that truly bring a genre to life. It seems only we have such appreciations." *To that, he touched the corner of his right eye lightly before continuing.* "I suppose it honest to share. My choice of art is more musical and theatrical in nature. Singer for a local garage band, occasional opera." *Ben made a motion to the book in Madison's hands.* "Nothing quite so professional as a publication, but perhaps one day."

Elyse Benson (Jan 25, 2011 10:42:16 PM)
He is being modest he does well enough. I tend to enjoy it. But that is must my own opinion. *Her eyes watch the exchange between the two of them, stepping back as she considered the scene, a bunch of strangely dressed teenagers in a grave yard hanging out. The odd thing was that there was nothing unsual about it* "I create my daughter...well some call them my dolls"

Madison Bailey (Jan 25, 2011 10:45:31 PM)
*He settled in once again, resting his back against the headstone*I'll be sure to catch a performance of yours, brother*A smile for Ben before his gaze swept toward Elyse*You fashion them yourself? That must be an interesting process.

Benjamin Wey (Jan 25, 2011 10:46:08 PM)
*Ben's left eyebrow quivered, but he said nothing as he stood solid, smiling as always.*

Benjamin Wey (Jan 25, 2011 10:47:55 PM)
(( Intended before Madison's comment ))

Elyse Benson (Jan 25, 2011 10:51:36 PM)
*She gave a long slow nod to Madison wonder if ther was any other way it could have been done* Of course. It is intresting to me but others might not think so.

Benjamin Wey (Jan 25, 2011 10:52:52 PM)
"Her talent is without peer, to be sure. Credit where credit is due seems to be an issue among us, doesn't it?"

Elyse Benson (Jan 25, 2011 10:54:44 PM)
He says these things because I have part of is soul traped in a coffee can behind my bed. *She said in a very plain tone of voice as if it were the gosple of truth*

Madison Bailey (Jan 25, 2011 10:55:36 PM)
*He chuckled at that comment* I find understanding how a thing is made gives one deeper appreciation for it.

Benjamin Wey (Jan 25, 2011 10:58:43 PM)
*Ben chuckled as well. He knew her all too well. Interesting . . .*

Elyse Benson (Jan 25, 2011 10:59:54 PM)
*She was the only one who did not laugh looking between the pair of them* Well that is what our screamer is going to do when she catches us.

Benjamin Wey (Jan 25, 2011 11:02:19 PM)
*Mid chuckle, Ben waved an unconcerned hand.* "I wouldn't use the phrase 'when she catches us'. We'll be prepared long before she rears her ugly head in our direction. Besides, we have Gilbert and his pickaxe to save the day!"

Madison Bailey (Jan 25, 2011 11:03:00 PM)
Is she a particularly physical creature?*He looked between the both of them, gauging their individual concern....or at least attempting to*

Elyse Benson (Jan 25, 2011 11:05:15 PM)
Welll we didn't really see much of her to be honest...*She looked over at Ben, crossing her arms over her chest for just a moment, but that quickly went away* Gilbert will make a good...well...yes...we have gilbert.

Madison Bailey (Jan 25, 2011 11:10:59 PM)
So I am to be on the lookout for a phantom? This will certainly add a sense of urgency to my otherwise lethargic nights*He watched Elyse for a moment, as her attempts at expression were rare and thus interesting*

Elyse Benson (Jan 25, 2011 11:13:18 PM)
My contact told me to be careful because she "walks between two worlds". What is that suppose to mean? *she questioned out loud poseing it to the other two memebers of her family* I am not a engimatic girl. I would perfer plain and direct words.

Benjamin Wey (Jan 25, 2011 11:14:51 PM)
*Ben nodded in agreement with Madison.* "If you're well connected, I would suggest keeping an ear to the air on occasion. She seems to be broadcasts of intent." *A look to Elyse was concerned.* "This may sound rediculous, but could she be a very old ghoul belonging to our family?"

Benjamin Wey (Jan 25, 2011 11:15:14 PM)
(( *sends broadcasts of intent.* ))

Madison Bailey (Jan 25, 2011 11:18:36 PM)
I'll be sure to do so*Nodding to Ben before rubbing his chin in consideration of Elyse's question*

Elyse Benson (Jan 25, 2011 11:18:51 PM)
Certainly not.

Elyse Benson (Jan 25, 2011 11:20:07 PM)
Only our kindred have the connetion established to the net work. *Elyse shut that down quicker than one might think, It seemed like she did not like the idea of someone uninvited tapping into their little party*

Benjamin Wey (Jan 25, 2011 11:21:50 PM)
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Benjamin Wey (Jan 25, 2011 11:22:41 PM)
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Madison Bailey (Jan 25, 2011 11:22:45 PM)
(wb)

Benjamin Wey (Jan 25, 2011 11:22:49 PM)
(( Danke ))

Madison Bailey (Jan 25, 2011 11:23:47 PM)
*He gave up the contemplation with a shake of his head*Did I hear you mention her name earlier?

Elyse Benson (Jan 25, 2011 11:24:19 PM)
Izzy Bell...that is what she is called.

Madison Bailey (Jan 25, 2011 11:27:27 PM)
I'll see if I can reach her. Close enough to send, close enough to recieve.

Benjamin Wey (Jan 25, 2011 11:28:23 PM)
"Odd name." *Ben began scratching his chin in thought. Eye twitch* "Still not getting epiphanies from my skillset. I'll keep thinking on it."

Elyse Benson (Jan 25, 2011 11:28:53 PM)
Madison. I don't recomend trying to contact her...

Elyse Benson (Jan 25, 2011 11:29:21 PM)
Well that is unless you enjoy headaches and bleeding ears. If you like that sort of thing please....be my guest.

Benjamin Wey (Jan 25, 2011 11:29:23 PM)
"Agreed. She has an issue with . . . volume control . . . "

Madison Bailey (Jan 25, 2011 11:33:18 PM)
I have no disposition toward pain, so I suppose I'll be heeding your advice*He pushed off the headstone again and offered them both a smile*Unless of course boredom proves lasting.

Elyse Benson (Jan 25, 2011 11:36:58 PM)
I like to get rid of boredom with a new girl every night...like Casanova...*Of course that was a clear lie, she was not the emotional lover type and well she was picky…*

Madison Bailey (Jan 25, 2011 11:39:47 PM)
*She got another chuckle out of the smallfry*On that note, I do believe I'll be on my way. Not so much night left, but tons to see still.

Elyse Benson (Jan 25, 2011 11:40:38 PM)
Have a good evening and walk in the shadows and cary a large pointy stick.

Benjamin Wey (Jan 25, 2011 11:41:42 PM)
*Benjamin raised an eyebrow at Elyse's comment, but said nothing. At Madison's departure, Ben would offer a short bow and a genuine smile.* "Well, it was fantastic seeing you again, Madison. And indeed, keep yourself safe."

Madison Bailey (Jan 25, 2011 11:42:22 PM)
I'll be sure to aquire a pointed stick on my way*With a tip of his hat to each of them, he departed. Walk in the shadows was something he took literally, quickly getting out of sight thanks in part to his small stature*(Night :)

Benjamin Wey (Jan 25, 2011 11:42:31 PM)
(( G'Night! ))

Elyse Benson (Jan 25, 2011 11:42:37 PM)
(( ni ni!!))

Madison Bailey (Jan 25, 2011 11:42:41 PM)
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Benjamin Wey (Jan 25, 2011 11:46:18 PM)
(( Wifey is buggin me to watch the last episode of Trueblood season 3 ))

Benjamin Wey (Jan 25, 2011 11:48:55 PM)
(( good scene! Catch you later? ))

Elyse Benson (Jan 25, 2011 11:49:11 PM)
((yep! see you soon!))

Elyse Benson (Jan 25, 2011 11:49:28 PM)
(( OH and in that episoid....)

Elyse Benson (Jan 25, 2011 11:49:32 PM)
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Benjamin Wey (Jan 25, 2011 11:51:20 PM)
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