Elyse Benson (Mar 14, 2011 8:50:46 PM)
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Benjamin Wey (Mar 14, 2011 8:53:37 PM)
*Benjamin was creeping along the cracked floors of the building, eyeing this pile of rubble and that shattered glass. He weaved slowly around the police tape, black camera in hand as the show continued. A strange, deep sadness consumed Ben's young face as he looked about at the carnage; disarrayed chairs, the Prince's desk on it's side . . . Everything was a mess. Someone made a mess in another person's yard. Molotov?*
Benjamin Wey (Mar 14, 2011 8:57:19 PM)
(( Oh man, when we went to the airport to drop me off, my son asked to get out of the car seat. When I told him I was going bye bye . . . the worst expression of pain and torment I'd ever seen! It was sooooo sad. ))
Elyse Benson (Mar 14, 2011 8:57:33 PM)
*Elyse stood there standing in front of the building wreckage dressed in a pink vintage 50’s style dress. A pair of pearls hung around her neck, accompanied with the same color of high heels. Perfect curls done much in that old world Hollywood style. Not looking dressed for this sort of hopping around and playing about in the wreckage she watched her companion with a watchful gaze to make certain that he would not hurt himself in a fall that simply would not do* Benjamin. Can you please help me locate the room face plate for room 103. I would like to have that…It is a strange feeling. I suppose you would call it sentimental ?
Elyse Benson (Mar 14, 2011 8:57:58 PM)
(( awwww I am sorry! He misses his dad :*( ))
Benjamin Wey (Mar 14, 2011 8:58:15 PM)
(( Now he just thinks they need to be quiet because I'm sleeping, lol ))
Elyse Benson (Mar 14, 2011 8:59:39 PM)
(( LOL ))
Benjamin Wey (Mar 14, 2011 9:01:15 PM)
*Only just noticing Elyse's presence, Ben whirled around, and slipped a little on some fallen ceiling tile. Regaining his composure, he nodded almost sadly at Elyse.* 'Right. I can understand that. It was our family room afterall." *He then began to pick his way over to where to room once stood, silence and darkness*
Benjamin Wey (Mar 14, 2011 9:02:14 PM)
"I put in a word to increase the police force in town." *Ben mentioned non-chalantly* 'Figure that way the scumbags can try again, but at least they'll have a harder time with someone looking out specifically."
Elyse Benson (Mar 14, 2011 9:07:29 PM)
*When he fell the doll like creature was quickly on his tail, something aken to frown or as close as she could get to it was working on her lips. Carefully the graceful blonde moved about the wreckage in a almost unearthly way. She too was making it towards where room 103 use to be* Worry not we will make another room. It is good to have more security I suppose. *Then just out of the blue she jumps down near a pile of debris starting to toss it to the side like she honed in on something.* Oh I met with Izzy…interesting conversation and now I need a new personal assistant.
Benjamin Wey (Mar 14, 2011 9:11:11 PM)
"A personal assistant, eh?" *Ben looked at her curiously, both as she digged and her comment. He began moving rubble aside as well, BBing strength as needed. Was she really wearing that to a wreckage?* "How is Izzy doing these days? More kids, or has she taken a more subtle approach?"
Elyse Benson (Mar 14, 2011 9:17:37 PM)
I had heard of no other murders.*Elyse hadn’t yet spent any blood to be able to start tossing things around but yet she was stronger than what he might have thought she had been at least more so than before. And yes she was indeed getting her pretty little dress and white lace gloves dirty with this work. The closer she got the more feverish her tossing and had become. There was no emotion in her face but her action suggested that she looked near a frenzy with how she carelessly and ferociously tore things apart to get to what she was after. Her voice suddenly stopping to come as her demeanor turned to that of more of beat that of a human. Rips and tears marring her pretty outfit*
Benjamin Wey (Mar 14, 2011 9:22:54 PM)
'Ely-Elyse!' *Ben called, putting a soothing hand on her shoulder. She seemed genuinely furious.* "You're tearing up your gloves, Elyse." *He pointed out quietly, pointing sadly with the free hand. How odd. Such a monstrous activity from the emotionless, and such simplicity from the human-like*
Elyse Benson (Mar 14, 2011 9:33:02 PM)
*Hearing a calm reasoning voice, and the touch on her shoulder shocked her out of that dark little rampage she had been it. Shooting up with wide eyes, her hands slowly lifted to look at the damage. The tore lace her pale hands covered in dirt. It was something else to focus on, no long seeing that red flash that blinded her moments ago* “So I have…that is a pity” *She turned to look at him for a just a split second then back to the pile she had been creating. There it was, right on top. The face plate for room 103. It was damaged and warped a bit bending down she picked it up and started to dust it off* Oh Look what I have here.
Benjamin Wey (Mar 14, 2011 9:37:37 PM)
"Lovely." *Ben commented, less sad now that things were back to the way they should be. He nodded as though agreeing with something, hand still on Elyse's shoulder.* "What will you do with it now? Suppose we could find another Elysium and post it outside the door." *He shrugged, as though saying 'it could work'.*
Benjamin Wey (Mar 14, 2011 9:38:55 PM)
(( Well crud. I got a microwave soup, and I don't have a microwave . . .))
Elyse Benson (Mar 14, 2011 9:40:24 PM)
(( awww!!!! ))
Elyse Benson (Mar 14, 2011 9:42:14 PM)
*She looked back at Ben, her eyes settling on him in a most odd way. Something that said she suspected him delving into her thoughts.* That is exactly what I thought I would do with it. You are in my mind again. The blood does that does it? Strange…this bond is very strange.
Benjamin Wey (Mar 14, 2011 9:47:42 PM)
*Ben chuckled warmly, blinking and sighing.* "That's what people would do, Elyse. Maybe the bond is helping us remember what being alive is like." *He shrugged again as though to dismiss.* "The bond is definitely strange, though I definitely like it."
Benjamin Wey (Mar 14, 2011 9:49:30 PM)
"And I can't read minds just yet." *He offered an innocent chuckle.*
Elyse Benson (Mar 14, 2011 10:03:42 PM)
((sorry I had to ice a cake and it took longer than I thought it would))
Benjamin Wey (Mar 14, 2011 10:03:54 PM)
(( lol, it's all good
Benjamin Wey (Mar 14, 2011 10:06:39 PM)
(( jeebus, I gotta start savin xps . . . demen 4 is creeping up
Elyse Benson (Mar 14, 2011 10:08:05 PM)
*Honest Ben, her sweet never could do anything wrong, would slit someone’s throat if they tried to say otherwise Ben. In the eyes of monster he was all that was good and humanly, or at least she closest thing she ever got to anything human. Had it been anyone else she would not believe them when they said they could not read minds. But he would not lie. Simply she nodded her head once, pulling the name plate close to her chest holding it.* You like this? I suppose the idea of being able to trust someone without worry is of comfort.
Elyse Benson (Mar 14, 2011 10:08:20 PM)
(( I know it))
Benjamin Wey (Mar 14, 2011 10:11:38 PM)
"It's very much a comfort!" *Ben exclaimed, almost excitedly* "In this day and age? No one can trust anyone it seems. Just look around us here . . ." *There was a slight echo to the collapsing walls and desolate rubble laying across a cracked and dirty floor* "This could easily have been an Independant member having a bad day. A car bomb? Easily made, easily sent. A passing thought." *Looking at Elyse squarely, green eyes filled with creativity.* "But with trust, that decision would never be made. The notion would never be had, and people would actually be safe. I was safe when this happened because you were so nearby. And I trust you.'
Benjamin Wey (Mar 14, 2011 10:17:03 PM)
(( I need to AFK to nab a sammich or something from downstairs; brb ))
Elyse Benson (Mar 14, 2011 10:17:53 PM)
*He was always able to put things into perspective for her it would seem. Maybe that was one of the reasons it was him, that and his winning charisma and smile that could just not be denied by anyone, mortal or kindred alike. Casting a look around the rubble she thought about his words nodding her head slowly. The only reason she would not do something like that is because she held fast to the laws of the Camarilla. Otherwise it would not be something she would have not done had it been something she wanted to do. But thinking back to that event it looked as though Elyse has been working on her frowning. Yes that looked like a frown the motions were right at least* Of course I would not let anything happen to you. Family first.
Benjamin Wey (Mar 14, 2011 10:35:04 PM)
((Back sorry, that took forEVER))
Benjamin Wey (Mar 14, 2011 10:37:54 PM)
*Benjamin's regular smile returned and he nodded in agreement.* "You're most certainly right. Family first." *With that, he offered a soft pat to her shoulder and walked into what was room 103, camera at the ready. Taking pictures of a place that was nothing like it had been in memory; this seemed sort of odd, as though encouraging the reminder of what could happen to anyplace. He picked more carefully over the debris, as there was more spread about now that Elyse had properly dug out the treasure.*
Elyse Benson (Mar 14, 2011 10:38:01 PM)
(( no problem I made my lunch for tomorrow :D ))
Benjamin Wey (Mar 14, 2011 10:38:09 PM)
(( Rockin!
Elyse Benson (Mar 14, 2011 10:42:33 PM)
*Her eyes roamed about the room, walking with her hands placed against her back, as if in a memory herself she fluttered around the area, reliving what once was. She could not count the number of times she and the others had met in this room.* Take your pictures I am done here. I don’t enjoy see this place the way it is. I almost find it upsetting *She said in her monotone voice*
Benjamin Wey (Mar 14, 2011 10:47:38 PM)
*CLICK* "I can't help but agree. Not the way it should be . . ." *CLICK* "I need a couple more shots of the parking lot and I'll be good." *Purpose? He seemed driven, as though the concern was only part of the mixture. An ever-growing conglomerate.*
Elyse Benson (Mar 14, 2011 10:50:34 PM)
Ben are you investigating what happend here? *She lightly tapped a gloved index finger against her bottom lip turning to head out of the room, it was not some place she wanted to be* I suppose I should have done that. I just have had my hands full with Izzy...and things that concen her.
Benjamin Wey (Mar 14, 2011 10:54:33 PM)
"I am, actually. Izzy?" *Ben's march outside halted as he turned around, suddenly concerned with no other thoughts on his mind. Snapshot* "Is she forcing you into anything? Court, boons? This is not acceptable." *Fire! Raw danger flecked from the young brunette's tongue as he inquired, venom dripping lightly from the corners of a frowning mouth.* "I will not allow her to bully you like that."
Elyse Benson (Mar 14, 2011 11:00:53 PM)
*His reaction, was a bit strange to her. Even though she had said any of the same about him before. It was odd for her to think that someone else would be fighting her ring. Fortunately there was no need for it. Waving a hand dismissively she tossed her head a bout long curls framing her face* No no. Nothing of the sort. She may think she has power over me but she has none. We four are strong without her. I just do not wish to see her cause more trouble. I am trying to keep that from ever occurring.
Benjamin Wey (Mar 14, 2011 11:04:19 PM)
"Oh, well . . alright . . ." *Ben blinked a few times as though to clear an image and continued.* "Good ol' Elyse, keeping us safe." *He offered a weak smile, the touch of concern still hidden behind. As he slowly turned to proceed for the parking lot, he asked:* "Has she yet expressed concern over a presence in the Court? I'd hate to see her get a position after such terrible damages to the Masquerade."
Foamy (Mar 14, 2011 11:05:47 PM)
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Elyse Benson (Mar 14, 2011 11:09:17 PM)
Position in the court? That is not likely at the present moment she sees no need for the Camarilla. She thinks that because she is old...it has little meaning to her. Even the Prince is scared of her I am afraid.
Benjamin Wey (Mar 14, 2011 11:11:53 PM)
*Raising an eyebrow as he approached the first of the destroyed vehicles, snapping some shots.* "That could be dangerous. Someone as old as her may very well have been the cause of all this."
Benjamin Wey (Mar 14, 2011 11:12:14 PM)
"A bullet at the feet in the hopes it'll make folks leave."
Elyse Benson (Mar 14, 2011 11:12:43 PM)
Honestly I don't think she is that well focused to pull of something like this. She is not one who seems to have it as togeather as the rest of us do.
Elyse Benson (Mar 14, 2011 11:13:14 PM)
(( I am gonna have to jet...work tomrrow. Thanks for the play and we have to do it again some time as there is stuff about izzy she should share))
Elyse Benson (Mar 14, 2011 11:16:22 PM)
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Benjamin Wey (Mar 14, 2011 11:25:20 PM)
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