Benjamin Wey (Jan 9, 2011 12:11:55 AM)
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Elyse Benson (Jan 9, 2011 12:12:04 AM)
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Benjamin Wey (Jan 9, 2011 12:16:35 AM)
*Elyse had received a call maybe twenty minutes ago, with a request to meet at Ben's 'place of work'. the neighborhood was far from ideal, but not quite the slums. The small studio had definitely seen better days. Streaks of sea water damage and a few boarded windows left much to be desired. The front door was steel, with only a little graffiti left. A small plastic callbox beside the door matched much of its surrounding environment for wear, but appeared functional.*

Elyse Benson (Jan 9, 2011 12:22:12 AM)
*She was more than happy to answer the call. On the inside at least, on the outside a smile never crack the surface. It was not that she was a master at hiding emotions it was more so that she didn’t feel hardly anything. All of that had gone away with the embrace. Stepping out of her car, dressed in what was very informal for her. Designer jeans and a top high heels of course. She looked more like a stylish teen than a debutant. The trouble was she stuck out to mortals no matter what she did, it was her strange doll like presence that sounded the alarm. Leather gloves covered her hands as she reached forward to press the call box* “Benny? It is Elyse”

Benjamin Wey (Jan 9, 2011 12:29:25 AM)
*Several mechanical buzzes sounded from the speaker. A less than smooth, deep voice answered.* "SHZZ Whossat? Oh, for Benjamin? Yeah yeah, I'll let 'im know. 'S open." *Another buzz came from the door, an indicator for the lock. As the heavy door crept open, a familiar face could be seen at the end of the hallway, peering around the dark orange wall corner.* "Elyse! Come on in!"

Elyse Benson (Jan 9, 2011 12:35:35 AM)
*The sound of someone else’s voice made her give a curious stare at the box and the voice coming out of it. She did not know this person but at least she knew now that she would have to be on her very best behavior. Slipping her hands behind her back she moved past the heavy door, the sound of heels echoed in the hall way till she was face to face with him again. Then she did something strange. Something she learned from the toreador elder. Reaching out with cold stone like arms she embraced him in what was to become a very awkward hug, like she didn’t half way know what she was doing, and had hold seen it performed once or twice before attempting it herself. A gloved hand lightly patting him on the back during the hug much in the way she felt Audrey do*

Benjamin Wey (Jan 9, 2011 12:47:12 AM)
*Ben froze as arms of ice struck his sides, and he attempted to return it somewhat happily, if a little scared. A small voice managed, "How are you?". *The hallways were quite narrow as Ben led the winding way to a decent sized studio room. Benjamin was dressed a little differently as well. A pair of nice slacks and open front dress shirt and tank top, with black sespenders as an offset. A performance?*

Elyse Benson (Jan 9, 2011 12:51:45 AM)
*When she let him go it was suddenly, her arms going down at her side as if nothing at all had happened in those few moments. Still she did not get it, why did people do something like that when they saw someone they considered a friend. Toying with that in her mind she leg him lead the way, eyeing the way he was dressed. At lest he did not dress like gilbert, he thought him to be a train wreck. But everyone in the clan was a train wreck…if not at neat and organized one* “I have no complaints. This is where you work I see. Why are you dressed differently? What is the purpose ? “ *She asked in coldly logical terms*

Benjamin Wey (Jan 9, 2011 12:59:20 AM)
*Ben had chuckled at the comment preparedly* "Another job of mine, you might say. I was trying out for an opera part." *Shook his head* "It doesn't look promising." *Adorning the studio room were various amps, chairs and some music stands. A few microphone stands stood attention amidst the busy room. Wires and cords were strewn about the floor like cappilaries under skin. A room masked only by glass dominated one wall, with fliers and sets of lyrics taped like advertisements. The room felt extremely enclosed, with a critical eye looming over one's shoulder. Residue.*

Elyse Benson (Jan 9, 2011 1:05:19 AM)
What do you mean it is not promising. That is something I can fix. Who is the person who auditioned you. I can convince them that they need to hire you. *She said in no manner of small talk, it was a very matter of fact gesture. Really someone dare not give Benny what he wanted? That was not going to happen on big sister Elyse’s watch. Careful to step over any cords she listened to his words but also looked around the room at all the different equipment and how it was arranged.*

Benjamin Wey (Jan 9, 2011 1:13:03 AM)
*Ben walked the room like he had for years, ignoring the cords under his feet as he relocated music stands and chairs to make room. As he did this, a slightly worried look polluted his soft features. "I wouldn't dare ask you for something like that. i'll find the right avenue someday". *What was he worried about? After the arrangement had been made, he stood behind a chair intended for Elyse and slowly motioned for her to sit*

Benjamin Wey (Jan 9, 2011 1:14:12 AM)
"Besides, the band keeps me pretty busy, already."

Elyse Benson (Jan 9, 2011 1:23:39 AM)
You did not ask, there is no need to ask. Clearly these people whom ever they are need to be corrected for the great error they have made. *There was only a blink a long slow one. She had no second thoughts about it. In her mind it was already a done deal, someone had shit on her family and she did not like that well at all. Crossing the cords with careful steps she sat herself down in the chair, feeling odd that there was no dress for her to deal with, and slightly out of place because of it*

Benjamin Wey (Jan 9, 2011 1:35:07 AM)
*Ben sighed as Elyse took her seat, walking over to his own prepared chair.* "Sometimes, it's okay to feel . . failure, as it were." *He sat down with a 'huff', and made small gestures with his hands* "As time goes on, I know i'll be able to get whatever I want, and walk all over competition." *Ben chuckled sweetly, casually looking at a microphone* "But at least right now, I can pretend, and remember what it's like to be alive. What it's like for things to be 'hard'." *His face showed an unusual emotion, some mutant of pity and acceptance*

Elyse Benson (Jan 9, 2011 1:39:23 AM)
*If anything could have shocked the vampire it was his words just then. In no way could she understand why he felt that way. Why did he want to feel things? Why would anyone want to remember what it was like to be human. Stunned she sat back in her chair for a moment, with glassed over eyes, like her world came to crashing hault trying to understand what he had just laid before her. Suddenly it broke in her, leaning forward she took hold of his shoulders, catching his eyes with her own* Tell me why. Why do you wish to feel human again? I do not understand this need of yours.

Benjamin Wey (Jan 9, 2011 1:46:58 AM)
*Ben cocked his head to the side in concern. After a few seconds of thought, he took a breath and spoke rather quietly:* "How long has it been, Elyse? Since you breathed because you had to?" *His manner matched that of a visionary. It was obvious that Ben had thought long about the subject. Maybe even convinced himself of a falacy, maybe not.* "I mean no offense or quarrel, and understand a silent answer as you wish."

Elyse Benson (Jan 9, 2011 1:52:11 AM)
*Oh but she would answer. To her, her age was of no consequence sure surely she could be considered a neonate by most if they knew her age in numbers. But it did not matter, that or the fact he could be decades older than her. But even still she had to think on the question because for some reason her mortal life was so very hard for her to remember.* Eighteen. *A monotone voice spoke out loud. Was that even the way she sounded as a mortal* I still do not understand. Who do you miss something you cannot remember very well?

Benjamin Wey (Jan 9, 2011 2:03:33 AM)
*Ben nodded, thinking back to Iowa. His eyes glazed in memory. Of what?* "Dead 18 years. It does get hard to remember, doesn't it? Becoming something so different. I suppose it's only fair that I share as well. I'm coming up on thirty years in a couple months, and I can still remember standing in out in the warm streets, watching protesters of war. Maybe it's not true, but I like to think that trying to feel human helps keep those memories." *Another pause, and Ben sighed as though exhausted, running his hands through moppy brown hair. He untied his silver watch and shoved it into a pocket.*

Elyse Benson (Jan 9, 2011 2:08:20 AM)
*She shook her head again doll like curls falling down around her face. The idea of it troubled her. Why would he go back there? *She questioned herself, watching him his mannerisms. What was it about this person that intrigued her so much? Again she did not have an answer. Just a questioning, only to feed into her want to know more, to understand. Maybe it was just the monster in her that wanted to corrupt such a sweet boy. Even he had her fooled.*

Elyse Benson (Jan 9, 2011 2:09:14 AM)
Why do you wish to remember that? Why hold on to it? Does that make you the way you are? Your memories? Let me see them...

Benjamin Wey (Jan 9, 2011 2:24:53 AM)
*Ben smiled wickedly, secret? He appeared more lively, as though he'd dscovered that he wasn't completely mad. Almost absently, he pulled out a pocket mirror and started fiddling with it between slender fingers.* "If I don't remember how I got here . . . " *Ben tossed the small mirror in the air, and caught it easily* ". . . I'll never know what I'm suppose to be. Besides, if emotions will only one day go away, I'd like to remember what they were."

Elyse Benson (Jan 9, 2011 2:30:42 AM)
*Her eyes watched him with a stunning curious nature. Every move he made every word he spoke she hung on it, trying to rationalize things in her own mind. Following the way he moved. He was lively unlike her who had almost mechanical movements* “We are here to seek perfection. Emotions are not useful to us in that. It makes it harder to see the facts. Dolls…are perfect, beautiful without flaws, dolls have no emotions. I am going to be a doll....just like she always wanted..."

Benjamin Wey (Jan 9, 2011 2:44:08 AM)
*Ben raised his eyebrows suddenly. The mother figure for a daughter. One of the strongest bonds the world would ever see. The young man did not completely understand a familial connection as unbreakable as that, regardless of the occasion or practice. Leaning back, Ben looked into Elyse's eyes, a mirror to the unseen land.* "A question begs a question. Can the dead truly be perfect?" *The youth chuckled a little to himself, shaking strands of brown about* "Perhaps a question with more sustance: what will we do when we become perfect?"

Elyse Benson (Jan 9, 2011 2:49:53 AM)
Once we have become perfect then will have reached the true pentical of enlightenment. We will have achived his purpose for us. After that. *She shook her head* That is not for us to know. Perhapes he will come back and take all his children to live in paridise with him. I do believe we can be perfect, we are more perfect now than we were. *She paused for a moment, coxing her head to the side slightly to look at him* No...that is not what you believe..what is it you believe? You are intersting.

Benjamin Wey (Jan 9, 2011 3:00:40 AM)
*Ben shrugged noncommitally.* "I suppose it's hard to say." *He looked down at the mirror, and frowned deeply* "Do you smell that? It sorta . . . " *Without warning, a wrinkled his nose against some stench, though none could be detected, aside from the slight must of the nearby hallway. Seeing no real reaction from Elyse, he shook his head and continued.* "No, what I believe is a bit naive, really. I don't have nearly as much knowledge of our 'condition' as I'd like, but the coffers of Des Moines never had a demand for the books. If we're punished by God for Caine's mistake, then we're sort of doomed, the way it looks. All that's left is to last."

Elyse Benson (Jan 9, 2011 3:04:34 AM)
Oh I do not believe that not at all. Christians and what have you...There is no hell. Our hell has already passed. *She seemed to be speaking of her mortal life at lest the way she leaned back experincing a slightly hazy imagine in her mind's eye until he mentioned the smell. That bought herback to their world. Tossing her head she scented the air then shook her head no.* It comes and goes I suppose. I do believe we could learn a lot from one another in the many years to come.

Benjamin Wey (Jan 9, 2011 3:14:11 AM)
*Ben offered a large smile and leaned forward, folding his hands infront, the mirror cradled.* "To that, I would toast. It sounds like we had vastly different experiences. My life and embrace were quite lovey. I didn't agree with my parents for the most part, but it was still something I'd rather not forget. It's just the largest reason for us to be the way we are is because somebody screwed up and had kids."

Elyse Benson (Jan 9, 2011 3:20:49 AM)
Perhapes in a mortal world it is that way...I don't remember my mortal parents. My father...what was his name? James? Yes I think it was James. He was in the Navy. My mother....*She didn't think on that for long before moving on* My Grandmother is alive. I am slowly draning the life from her for sport and entertainment. Perhapes you should come with me sometime for a visit with her. But as new children, I would have to say most of us are not acidents

Benjamin Wey (Jan 9, 2011 3:37:55 AM)
*An eyetwitch was offered at the mention of her grandmother. Adjusting in his seat, waved a careless hand.* "Surely you jest. Do you take care of her at your house, or hers?" *Care drew small lines on his smooth forehead.*

Benjamin Wey (Jan 9, 2011 3:38:31 AM)
*he waved a*

Elyse Benson (Jan 9, 2011 3:40:51 AM)
I jest? Of course not. Why would I do such a thing? I don't care for her at all. She has a room in a nursing home. *She leaned forward looking him in the eyes, for several long seconds like she was trying to see past him* You are scared of me at times are you not? Why? Is it because you think I am going to hurt you? I would never do that. Not you. Not a memeber of the family.

Elyse Benson (Jan 9, 2011 3:45:44 AM)
(( save that thought I am going to go pass out sooooooooo tried...))

Benjamin Wey (Jan 9, 2011 3:45:57 AM)
(( Awww, ok. ))

Benjamin Wey (Jan 9, 2011 3:46:05 AM)
(( G'Night ))

Elyse Benson (Jan 9, 2011 3:46:35 AM)
(( but she will want an answer to that one ^_~ *rubs hand togather* I need my xp request done ))

Benjamin Wey (Jan 9, 2011 3:46:51 AM)
(( lol, alrighty ))

Elyse Benson (Jan 9, 2011 3:46:55 AM)
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Benjamin Wey (Jan 9, 2011 3:48:26 AM)
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