|Get to know alexis : open to anyone
||[Sep. 1st, 2008|09:47 am]
Alexis put a dark thin cigarette into his mouth and with a slight jerk of his hand it ignited, letting the smoke swirl around his mouth. He could almost taste it, almost remember. Smoking was more of a pointless habit these days instead of simply a bad habit. How he envied the mortals of that. Alexis loved his un death but had to admit that smoking and the disease risk it entailed was really a mortal man's game. However he continued to smoke because he found that it relaxed him even by the act alone, also when dealing with mortals it seemed to draw attention from his pale face.
Closing the door of his apartment behind him Alexis set out into the night ,he did not need to feed as he had done so a few hours earlier. He just felt the need of the warmth of shadow's embrace. Moving down an alley way side stepping the social detritus that littered the urine soaked walls calling out for charity like abandoned kittens he came to a high wall. With a quick look over his shoulder to ensure the bums had not followed him he levitated into the air and landed the other side of it. A shortcut that shaved 20 minutes off his journey. Rushing, he felt, was also a trait best enjoyed by mortals.
Arriving at his destination, a bar he frequented for no other purpose than to check in with his contacts or have a meeting, he walked in and sat down in a booth in the corner. Lighting another cigarette he leaned his head into the half shadow cast by a malfunctioning light bulb. He never had to look for a distraction. It normally found him.
" I hold the world but as the world, a stage where everyman must play a part and mine is a complicated one "
While skipping gleefully past the open door of the bar, Scorn suddenly stopped and sniffed the air.
She cautiously moved inside the door while poorly concealing an aluminum bat behind her back. After giving the place a good once-over with her nose, she appeared to be satisfied in it's non-werewolfness, as she resumed her playful skip toward the corner where Alexis sat. Today, she wore a pair of blood-spattered overalls that hang from her waist, revealing a bikini bra that was obviously made for a woman of much smaller dimensions. She sat in the booth opposite Alexis, took out a cigarette, then lit it with a butane torch.
"So, why aren't you helping the others?"
She looked him over.
"You a pussy?"
She licked her lips.
Alexis's face was unreadable but he let a tiny smile flicker across his mouth. Gangrels Putting out his cigarette he look the newcomer in the eyes. " I Think maybe my place in this world is not a combative one. Best leave that to the noble Brujah and Gangrels "
He nodded slightly before lighting another cigarette.
" No my dear I like to take a back seat. Of course should the situation grow dire i shall of course lend a hand in anyway i can. I do not believe I am a Pussy as you put it "
Alexis took a moment to take in how she was dressed. The kindred women loved to dress in a way designed for aesthetic shock and pleasure. He wasn't complaining he was just observing.
" Can i help you with anything? " He asked with an arched eyebrow. I do hope this doesn't turn nasty, i really like this shirt
He doesn't smell like a coward...
She shifted in her seat, and made to leave, then turned back at the last second.
"Do you know how to drive stick?"
Alexis smiled Trouble always finds me, but i dont run very fast to be honest
" It so happens i Do my dear, lead the way. I am curious to see where this venture will take us ". Behind his belt were two desert eagles loaded with explosive silver nitrate shells. His Cane his a small raipier and he had one or two things of his own invention. Not to mention the blood magic.. He felt prepared.
Scorn threw a pair of keys to Alexis, then put on a trucker hat and sauntered out of the bar. Her metal bat scraped on the ground as she walked, creating a fingers-on-the-chalkboard sound as she moved toward a pair of fed-ex trucks parked on the curb. She used her claws to cut the chain connecting the two at the towing hitch.
"Glad you're onboard. That sumbitch didn't turn right at all. Just follow me and we'll get this party started soon."
As she stepped up into the cab, scraping and clawing sounds could be heard from within the truck. She banged the side with her bat, then jumped into the driver's seat.
"You probably shouldn't open up the truck till we get there."
She smiled as she threw it into first and drove away.
Alexis just smiled and got into the other vehicule and expertly pulled off follwing the hectic trail the gangrel was leaving. Why do you let yourself get into this stuff, because unlife can be terribly dull