Benjamin Wey (Dec 14, 2010 8:05:27 PM)
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Benjamin Wey (Dec 14, 2010 8:05:56 PM)
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Elyse Benson (Dec 14, 2010 8:06:17 PM)
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Benjamin Wey (Dec 14, 2010 8:09:54 PM)
*Benjamin's apartment is relatively close to the pier, looking down into a rather dirty street leading south. The building is not in the best condition, as it was not likely to have been refurbished much after Katrina*
Elyse Benson (Dec 14, 2010 8:10:09 PM)
*Elyse was diver her by her ghoul who seemed to follow an watch out for her most times. The black Mercedes park out front in the drive, with a tall brute sitting out front in it. He watched the doll like creatures as she stood outside Ben’s door, dressed in a evergreen colored tea length dress, along with a black overcoat. Her hair in perfect blonde ringlets, black lace covered hands held with her a doll, with dark hair and eyes, dressed almost like her owner.*
Benjamin Wey (Dec 14, 2010 8:14:32 PM)
*Upon hearing the car pull in, Benjamin headed outside. No one came in that late here. Upon opening the front door to the building, he jumped a little as he came face-to-face with his Premogen, picturesque and dark. Donned in ragged jeans and a Pearl Jam tee-shirt, it was obvious he had little intentions of a "Night on the Town". Running his hand through thin-blonde hair, he smiled to cover surprise* "Hello, Ms. Benson! What a nice surprise"
Elyse Benson (Dec 14, 2010 8:20:44 PM)
*The state of his surprise did not seem to bother her at all. Not a single muscle in her face moved, rather she tilted her head to the side slightly, those perfectly crafted curls framing her face.* I am surprise you did not know that I was coming. Oh…that is true. Never mind. That is why I am here. I hope you have fed. We have work to do tonight. *Shifting her doll to her right side she lifted her free hand waving off her ghoul without even turning around. Soon after the black Mercedes pulled away*
Benjamin Wey (Dec 14, 2010 8:24:46 PM)
*Ben threw on a solumn face and watched the car drive off. He sighed with what appeared to be relief--relief? Returning his gaze to Elyse, he grinned slightly and pushed the door more open* "Shall we go inside?"
Elyse Benson (Dec 14, 2010 8:27:38 PM)
That would be lovely. Thank you Benny, such a good sweet boy. *She said patting him on the shoulder as she walked past him into his apartment. Her gray eyes slowly looking around at the inside of his haven, seeing what might tell her a bit more about her new brother.*
Benjamin Wey (Dec 14, 2010 8:31:32 PM)
*Benjamin moved quickly to his specific door and guided Ms. Benson inside. Despite the worn door and unkept carpet of the surrounding apartment, Ben seemed to keep his quarters quite neat; some places even had the carpet removed and hardwood floors put in. A 32" TV sat atop a quaint though lovely cherry-oak entertainment center, facing a dark red couch. Just to the right of the couch stood two guitars--one of which electric--and a small amp. With a sweeping gesture:* "Well, it doesn't look like much, but welcome to my home, Ms. Benson"
Elyse Benson (Dec 14, 2010 8:35:35 PM)
Benny, we are not at court. You may call me Elyse or sister. I don’t need to be so formal in your own haven. It is important that you are comfortable. *Running her fingers over the back of the couch she walked the length of it then took her doll, Hilary propping her up in the right corner of the couch making sure she was comfortable. Only then she looked back to Ben* I see that you like music. Perhaps we can use that to open up your connection.
Benjamin Wey (Dec 14, 2010 8:39:40 PM)
*raised an eyebrow and tilted his head slightly. He suddenly shifted his head to the side, whispering a 'shh' before looking back to Elyse* "Open my connection through music? Seems like I should be well versed by now, if that is the way."
Elyse Benson (Dec 14, 2010 8:42:32 PM)
How could you pick the apple if you never knew there was an apple tree? It is somewhat like that. *She nodded her head a little bit clasping her hands in front of her. But that did not last long before too long she was stokeing her sitting doll's curls with her finger tips gentely* Do you know why we have the connection. It is a very intresting story, perhapes if you know a bit of history of it...
Benjamin Wey (Dec 14, 2010 8:45:33 PM)
*Nodded at Elyse's analogy* "A bit, but I think I've just been thinking about . . . the wrong thing, when it comes to this 'connectino' business."
Elyse Benson (Dec 14, 2010 8:51:14 PM)
Well then as you know we are all connected because we eatch contain the blood of our father Malkav. My sire found it very important to each me this and have me connected from the night I was embraced. I recall him speaking to me and me folliwng his voice to bring me online....lets us give that a go shall we?
Elyse Benson (Dec 14, 2010 8:51:27 PM)
Have you ever heard messages?
Benjamin Wey (Dec 14, 2010 8:52:37 PM)
"Oh, most definitely. Usually cries for help, or moans of pain, but sometimes information and such."
Elyse Benson (Dec 14, 2010 8:55:09 PM)
*She lifted up her hands clasping them togeather against her chest, her body movments expressed excitement but her face never showed a glimer of it* Wonderful. The defective members do not tend to last among the ranks of the family.
Benjamin Wey (Dec 14, 2010 8:56:43 PM)
*Raised his head sharply before turning it into a nod* "I'm sure they don't. Rather unfortunate that my sire didn't show me much of this, but it seems I'm not hopeless!" *with a smile*
Elyse Benson (Dec 14, 2010 9:02:37 PM)
Of course not Benny, I can tell that you are not at all hopeless. You just need to be show the light. Come here. *She called to him curling her index finger in his direction. when her headed over she started to remove her black lace gloves carefully placeing them over the arm of his couch* Take hold of my hands and close your eyes...I want to to listen for me. We can send messages to one another though the network, so that just the intended receipent can hear them. It is very hard to do...but I usally can manage...I want you to feel and me sending you that message. Think of how your body feels and what your mind scenses when you hear it.
Benjamin Wey (Dec 14, 2010 9:07:15 PM)
*Ben swallowed and nodded. He placed his warm hands in hers and before closing his eyes looked over to his closed door with a frown*
Elyse Benson (Dec 14, 2010 9:12:42 PM)
*Her touch was colder than his, bony and frail. Thoes tin fingers intertwined with his, her dark eyes setteling on him in a dead stare, a bit of noise and static could he hear as she connected him through the network, the direct connection between the two of them making it slightly easier for her to send the message, a picture drifting into his mind rather than words. He would see a massive room of doll, stairing up at him with souless eyes, and in the corner a doll of himself would be seen just before the image faded*
Benjamin Wey (Dec 14, 2010 9:13:46 PM)
*shuddered, and whispered* ". . . never seen a picture . . ."
Benjamin Wey (Dec 14, 2010 9:15:44 PM)
*Ben's left eye twitched*
Elyse Benson (Dec 14, 2010 9:19:26 PM)
Don't focus on the picture focus on how you felt when you recived the message, could you feel the connection? Did you feel that strange feeling in your blood like a calling? Now it is probbaly only a whisper you must listen for it carefuly.
Elyse Benson (Dec 14, 2010 9:21:22 PM)
Try to send something back to me...know that it is in your power to do so, know that your blood and my blood are the same. We are connected, by blood we are connected...*She repteaded to him stareing into his eyes as if she could see past him. Her grip on his hands becomeing more firm squeezeing not in a pleasant way but had she ally real strength it might feel like he was trying to hurt him*
Benjamin Wey (Dec 14, 2010 9:25:39 PM)
*Benjamin attempted to call, to project. A similar, static-like feeling came through, and the image of room comprised completely of gears emerged. The walls were clicking, turning, keeping perfect time. A clock? Doom. Unsure if he had truely sent anything, Benjamin relaxed and it faded from his mind*
Elyse Benson (Dec 14, 2010 9:29:54 PM)
*She received the image for just a split second before it was gone. She hardly even know what it was or even if it was not something from someone else or something she had created herself* Something mechanical?
Benjamin Wey (Dec 14, 2010 9:33:48 PM)
*He nodded emphatically* "Yes, yes! A grandfather clock!"
Elyse Benson (Dec 14, 2010 9:40:24 PM)
Yes I can see that now. See. You can do it too. I think we have a good start here. Just start to notice if you feel any diffrent around your family. Try sending out more messages. Maybe even music. Yes. send a out a song. I will be listening, and you listen for me. Next time I expect you to know that I am coming.
Benjamin Wey (Dec 14, 2010 9:41:45 PM)
*Nodded happily* "I can do that. And I will be listening."
Elyse Benson (Dec 14, 2010 9:47:12 PM)
*she nodded her head once, letting go of his hands she turned around and headed out the door leaving her doll behind, perhapes on purpose*
Benjamin Wey (Dec 14, 2010 9:47:41 PM)
"Elyse, don't forget your doll!"
Elyse Benson (Dec 14, 2010 9:48:35 PM)
*She paused looking back at him holding her hand up* I believe she wants to stay and chat for a while. Her name is Hilary.
Elyse Benson (Dec 14, 2010 9:49:09 PM)
(( And I am out for a bit. Good scene! See oyu later :) ))
Benjamin Wey (Dec 14, 2010 9:49:23 PM)
*He nodded slowly, and looked back at Hilary somewhat skeptically* "Alright. Thank you, sister."
Benjamin Wey (Dec 14, 2010 9:49:37 PM)
(( Et tu! Have a good night! ))
Elyse Benson (Dec 14, 2010 9:49:52 PM)
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Benjamin Wey (Dec 14, 2010 10:30:42 PM)
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