Violetta duBois (May 12, 2011 11:35:08 PM)
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Violetta duBois (May 12, 2011 11:39:01 PM)
*Her car pulling up outside the house she opens the door and steps out onto the driveway, or what passes for the driveway. Wearing a pale blue halter dress, her dark hair falls down her back, held back by a matching blue ribbon. Her eyes sparkling with quick anger she leans back against the car, a ciggarette slipped from her little silver case and lit as she takes a moment to regain her temper.*
Nahuel Ramos (May 12, 2011 11:39:53 PM)
[ Anyone else? ]
Violetta duBois (May 12, 2011 11:40:01 PM)
(They should be coming)
London Carter (May 12, 2011 11:40:09 PM)
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Amos Hunlun (May 12, 2011 11:40:16 PM)
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Amos Hunlun (May 12, 2011 11:41:37 PM)
*Amos arrived on his Harley with London on the back but showing some decent sense he parked a ways off from where the lady had told him the meet and greet was going to take place. And the player will let London get all descriptive while he sees a man about a unicorn* [brb]
Violetta duBois (May 12, 2011 11:43:19 PM)
*Violet leans back against her car, lit ciggarette in hand smouldering away into the night. Her eyes flashing a deep cobolt blue, thunder rumbles off in the distance as the lammasu appears to be hovering on the verge of a quite magnifficent wrath.*
Nahuel Ramos (May 12, 2011 11:44:28 PM)
The pathway to Nahuel's property was long, and sprawling. Through a couple miles of completely unrestrained nature that had broken up and reclaimed the road long before one reached his home. Bump bump bumping along until they crossed back onto a gravel road and the smell of burning propane and mesquite logs in the distance. Nahuel, to his credit, did much the same thing that he normally did. The grill outside wasn't the source of the vague scent of propane, however. That appeared to be the plume of smoke coming up from the roof's locale. The Annunaki stood over a butterflied corpse of a whitetail deer, split ribs at the spine opened up on either side. A large pile of hot rocks and embers rested in a deep hole, with strips of wet burlap and plant material nearby as he went about cleaning the body.
London Carter (May 12, 2011 11:45:36 PM)
- London got off of the harley, smoothing down her red dress, sure she could have driven, but the bik was more fun and she got to nibble on Amos' neck. she left her purse int he saddle bag, taking Amos large hand into her own and heading for Violet- Chere anyone told you that you drive like a bat out of hell ? - she grinned -
Amos Hunlun (May 12, 2011 11:48:16 PM)
[back]
London Carter (May 12, 2011 11:48:24 PM)
- the grin died a quick death as she noted Violets face- Whats the matter [wb]?
Violetta duBois (May 12, 2011 11:49:59 PM)
*Her eyes rest upon Amos for a moment before travelling back to London, that dangerous deep blue as intense as it was in the bar.* It is nothing mon ami, come let me take you to Nahuel so that you may both do business no?
Amos Hunlun (May 12, 2011 11:51:02 PM)
*Amos walked along with London and readily laced his fingers with hers. His manner as impassive as ever as they approached Vi. He was obviously quite at home in the wilds and he let out a sigh of relaxation. *He shrugged* I am just along for the ride now and I needed to get free of the crowd *he added to Vi*
London Carter (May 12, 2011 11:52:32 PM)
- London noted the glance and - Chere.. this big ol coon ass here is not .. comfortable in the city.... but he made the trip just to see me so when the crowd gathered around us... He meant no harm Chere
Violetta duBois (May 12, 2011 11:53:22 PM)
Oui. *She nods to Amos as she begins leading the way towards Nahuel, the wind picking up to toss the dark hair around her features. Her lovely voice tinged with reproach and her usual smile absent as she walks.* Perhaps he did not mon ami, but ultimately he snubbed an ally of mine who I deserted in order to bring you both here. What he wishes to do with his own name he may, though it would be appreciated if he remembers his words and actions also touch those around him.
Nahuel Ramos (May 12, 2011 11:53:22 PM)
*There was a thick, disgusting crack as each side of the ribs were separated from the spine, Nahuel working quietly for the most part, humming. An upward glance from the Annunaki when the troupe arrived, and he smiled. Quick, that. Each ribcage and its corresponding flesh stripped of skin and organ were placed upon the massive, smoldering stones and covered with burlap and what appeared to be sugar cane stalks. Over that, leaves and plant material, and over that burlap. Across the entire mass was a tarp and then? He began burying it with a shovel. Sweat dappled the Argentinian's brow as he finished, crossing the distance to the group.* You two I know. You, not so much. Nahuel. Or, Ar'siuqqa if you haven't already remembered.
London Carter (May 12, 2011 11:53:34 PM)
- her words carried with it the resonance of the truth, because it was exactly that-
London Carter (May 12, 2011 11:54:40 PM)
- She turned to Nahuel- hey there cher.. May I introduce Amos ? Amos this is Nahuel..
London Carter (May 12, 2011 11:56:26 PM)
[ now Im missing posts LOL - cue twilight zone music-]