Nasty Wet Smear (May 13, 2011 11:22:23 PM)
(This user has entered Joelles Super sexy Condo) (IP = 118.210.255.18)
Joelle Bellefontaine (May 13, 2011 11:24:20 PM)
*Joelle was walking around her super fancy condo that the prince gave to her. Heating her self up a nice glass of Lawyer. Heating blood was a difficult thing for the ventrue and in her bussy life style it was hard for her to just go out and grab a bite to eat. She really needed a ghoul* http://img228.imageshack.us/img228/9776/1322071158777080large.jpg
Nasty Wet Smear (May 13, 2011 11:25:32 PM)
(Hold it right there, missy)
Joelle Bellefontaine (May 13, 2011 11:25:45 PM)
http://img9.imageshack.us/img9/2788/apartmentbuilding01.jpg (((NO!)
Nasty Wet Smear (May 13, 2011 11:26:36 PM)
(A: You do not have the Herd back ground, so you do not have a rich supply of blood just laying around. B: Microwaved blood will become a horrid, unfuilling, disgusting mess, and the longer you drink that instead of mortal blood, the closer you will bring yourself to frenzy in the face of actual blood.)
Nasty Wet Smear (May 13, 2011 11:27:17 PM)
(You have to hunt for blood, like every other Vampire.)
Joelle Bellefontaine (May 13, 2011 11:27:54 PM)
(( I didnt say rich supply she had one...two its just candid ...three i do icly hunt for blood )
Joelle Bellefontaine (May 13, 2011 11:28:10 PM)
(( Four! I dont know what to add to four but you were using letter!)
Nasty Wet Smear (May 13, 2011 11:28:50 PM)
(You don't have blood in your haven. You don't have heard. You can't "heat up a glass of lawyer" unless you'd like to explain to me how the blood got out of the lawyer which you haven't role played hunting down with me yet and into your glass.)
Nasty Wet Smear (May 13, 2011 11:29:07 PM)
(No, hunting time!)
Joelle Bellefontaine (May 13, 2011 11:35:33 PM)
*Joelle would smile and pleasently wait..until. She'd notice the blacksmoke in her microwave. Shed smell the burning plastic and she knew...it was all over. She'd move towards the microwave. She failed once again*Great just fucking great...there has to be an easier way *she'd glance towards her tv and see animal channel was on..."The Lion stalking its pray ....until!" Nom NOM NOM* i guess i'm gonna have to tvo csi *She'd grab the glass tray from her microwave oven and toss it in the trash with a clink*
Nasty Wet Smear (May 13, 2011 11:38:08 PM)
(Stop pretending you have blood laying around!) *Hunger gnaws at you when you awaken. It's nothing like mortal hunger... It's cold and frustrating, rolling in your breast and making the world seem grey and tiresome. The beast stirs and compelles you, driving you to leave the comforts of your haven behind and seek out fresh blood. Already you can remember the taste of the sweet red fluid on your lips and feel the hot sensation of it running down the back of your throat. Like a junkie, you crave the pleasure of the Kiss... And a world full of mortals waits to die for your pleasure.*
Joelle Bellefontaine (May 13, 2011 11:46:56 PM)
*She would groan and look down. There it was that beast. Pesky and grawing. She'd move towards her closet and pick out her most "Killer" dress. A black short number. She'd look at her self in the mirror for a moment as she prepared her self for hunting. If she was going to be a fucking monster about it. She at least better be presentable. She'd scan her cellphone scrolling through the yelp search enguine...were was she going to hunt tonight. She looked for something to catch her eye*
Nasty Wet Smear (May 13, 2011 11:49:14 PM)
*Having lived and died in New Orleans as long as you have, nothing new presents itself as an option. It's the same bars, clubs, theaters and resturants as always. Still, a Vampire is more often then not a creature of habbit, and knowing each of these places inside and out is at least comforting. The city feels like your Domain, your play ground. Nothing can touch you while you are here.*
Joelle Bellefontaine (May 13, 2011 11:53:29 PM)
*she'd grab a breif case from under her bed. She had not neated one in years but to were she was going. She would need it to complete the outfit. She lived in one of the nicer area of town. Snatching up her keys and heading out her door. She'd do well to say hello to the door man on her way out. Her sire had placed her in the hub of her choosen prey. In the Business District*
Nasty Wet Smear (May 13, 2011 11:54:10 PM)
(Off we go. :) Take me where you're going. :D )
Joelle Bellefontaine (May 13, 2011 11:57:11 PM)
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Nasty Wet Smear (May 13, 2011 11:57:16 PM)
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