With all that was going on with the "V" Caesar had often been reserved in a manner of speaking , letting the humans deal with their problems except for times where he did step in to help out those in need because it was the protective nature in him that shined through especially that night at the club where he helped a stranger that was getting jumped by some guys trippin on "V". It was decisions like that got him both praise and trouble, but none of that stopped or slowed him down in his quest for knowledge and answers to various aspects of his life. Rather than staying indoors where it was cool Caesar decided to go out and about in further exploring his "current" environment wanting to know every little detail about New Orleans because the black adder often had run ins that turned to those "oh shit" moments where Caesar took off running at the sounds of sirens and flashing lights. Fact was no matter where he went he always drew attention no matter where he ended up whether it was good, bad, or ugly and it didn't phase him because New Orleans was the true city where he could fit in, this was the home of Mardi Gras where all the freaks came out at night as well as those that go bump in the night.
He often spent time on the roof of the home he shared with Pryia, the rooftops were means of escape as there had been countless times he jumped from roof to roof to get away from people especially the Police. His teenage years were spent doing that same roof hopping and wandering around from place to place because people asked too many questions or assumed things which wasn't true about Caesar, though as he stood on that roof in an oversize white t-shirt, baggy jean shorts, white socks, a fitted baseball cap that was turned to the left side a little bit which covered the top of his fresh cornrows, and a pair of blue & white AF1s on his feet Caesar took a deep breath before taking a running start in order to jump to the next roof, foot planted on the edge putting his strength into that leap to send him hurling to the other roof which was about 15feet across from him. Caesar landed on the next roof which was another apartment building then casually walked to the fire escape and ascended down it to reach street level where he reached into his pocket to put on those stunner shades to shield those red/black snake pupils.
It wasn't like Caesar didn't fit in New Orleans it was more he stood out because of his large towering body, people swore that the 6"6" African-American was a bench rider for one of the cities professional sports teams or some type of hip-hop performer because of how he walked and looked. Sure he could of passed for these things, but that wasn't the case because Caesar often used his size and strength to his advantage doing odd jobs to make ends meet in either some sort of security, bouncer, or even in the construction field. Right now he was just towering above the rest of the crowd having that swagger and style that people weren't truly used to seeing. Destination unknown as he was just doing some recon though truth be told snakes hated the heat, while he walked he made sure to past by as many cool shadows as possible before coming to a stop at a corner then taking a look to his left and his right before just wandering off into the center of town looking at various shops on the way.
-- Edited by CAESAR on Monday 4th of July 2011 04:42:46 PM
Knowledge was something he sought. Strived for, in fact, in every day of his life. It had been that way for as long as he could remember, but there was always something stirring up that would make him want to learn more about that specifically, so he could be prepared for whatever may come of it. The little deal he had broken up in an alley one night had been one of those things. He started looking into reports on V, and even went to underground resources to learn more about V itself. He might get in trouble for things like that, but it didn't phase him at all. Knowledge was power.
The report about the V smuggling hideout out in the lower Garden District peaked his attention even further. He made some notes on these things, and stored them away in his cabinet, but tonight, he would be wandering the streets as the thoughts ran through his mind unending. Not even the success of his Grand Opening the night previous was enough to pull him from these thoughts.
As he often was, he wandered the streets dressed in the attire he was most comfortable with. A business suit of a grey color tonight, and black oxford cut shirt underneath. A grey tie, grey pants, and black shoes accompanied the jacket, and the outfit was topped off, pun intended, with a black fedora. Both hands were stuffed into the pockets of his pants, as he strolled with a grace that made it seem like his steps glided along the sidewalk. He didn't skirt in and out of the shadows, but remained close enough to the side of the walkway, that no one closer to the streets would be in his way. Not that he'd inadvertently bump into anyone. He wasn't human, after all.
The scent of something altogether not human, and yet at the same time, not alike himself, would be all that brought him out of his thoughts, at least for the moment. He would stop in his tracks, and peer to the sides of the buildings, as the tall slitherer moved in and out of the shadows. He hummed in interest, as he tilted his head towards the man. Despite all the caution, he was still eager to learn more, and not just about V, but about this city, and those within it.
-- Edited by SANTINO on Monday 4th of July 2011 07:50:14 PM
Phones been damn now ringing off the hook all day, all night, it was a nonstop sleepless moment for the physician and counselor of the New Orleans Hospital. He had gotten calls from three male teens, all three of them rushed in trying to figure out why exactly did they suddenly have hard ons or rather the need for a certain drug called "V" was becoming the next topic next to meth and cocaine! Dr. Connors had to do plenty of yelling across from his office desk at these fifteen to seventeen looking youths who thought asking him maybe easier but it wasn't. Spoken like a true doc who did not bother with the shit, no need to. Hell, how long has he laid with any woman such as his previous relationship whose the only one who created him, this creature with incredible reflexes that now his daredevil-like actions turned into a well trained acrobat. Clicking his bic pen, it was a dark blue but it was better than nothing to help clear his head of the every day scenario sounding like a Michael Jackson, the Press, and him all talking about the King of Pop's numerous ads, magazines, and newspapers but now the drug which supposedly was better than any viagra pill would be great for humans, some of those humans who wasn't all human or that the less human than supernatural. Everyone wanted it cause it was hip, it was cool. He pressed the black telephone with a circular dial equipped to it on his right ear, speaking into the mouthpiece listening to more clients scheduling for an appoint. Thank God! If this is all over, wake him up from a nightmare come to life. One boy handed him a vial with blood in it, vampire blood and he declined. "No thank you!"He waved his hands in front of his face, his sex life wasn't anyone's business but his own. He thought of his maker, Harper, his one and only ex-girlfriend who was one sociopathic bimbo of another kind who did not just love him, she was obsessed and swooned on the phone one time giving him a nickname which he found it distasteful. He ran his fingers of his right hand over his eyes, rubbing them so as to regain consciousness from his tiresome daily adventures. There was a vial on his desk, the blood that was forgotten from that kid. Picking it up, not exactly taking the mess as it probably would not effect him. His blood will simply cancel out all drugs including any medicine so he wasn't bothered with the lad leaving him something useless.
All that happened prior to this morning and afternoon. There was the vial in his pocket, for testing to see what in heavens is this world coming to? You will think the only drugs common around here was anything but blood extracted from the next vampire. He wasn't sure if he'll save fangs and cold flesh kinds seeing as his experiences with the undead wasn't up to par but so far the kitten was beginning to put the pieces altogether as he matured day after day. Having went home, changed into something more street form, Owen pocketed his wallets and keys in his pocket not carrying the V anywhere with him acting as if he knew not a damn thing about it. He'll analyze, he was also reluctant to assist any V addiction clients of his later until then their learning a valuable lesson in drug use of the undead variety. Was Owen being cruel and unmeriful about it to the kids? Nah, but he realized what's to change their minds is his thoughts completely. A gold watch strapped to his right wrist, a button down black shirt equipped to his torso whereas his black pants had a logo on the back read "Polo"he chose polo gear as well as Levi's, his shoes for tonight was white, brand new, purchased them yesterday as the soles inside them was comfortable cushions that his feet was happy.
As he walked the sidewalk, staying in the shadows, and appeared more human than most lycans as he certainly was quite the actor like a wolf in sheeps clothing meets undetected spots beneath the surface could even fool the best at detecting species, if they could, it would almost be as if there was no hint of a lycanthrope. Clean shavened, his movements was like suave and there was the fact there was a line of fanciness in his walk as if the commercial for cats congratulated the doctor on making use of his felidae pride. He stopped a bit short, scenting the air was two unidentified fragrances. It was coming in the direction of that building while another was close as well. Have to pretend like he wasn't quite sure what he was doing or where he was going. He might be young but often young was smarter than their elders half of the time.
Have you ever had those moments when you felt like someone is watching you, that song by Rockwell popped into his head while he did slither in and out of those shadows. Caesar hated absolutely hated the heat, this New Orleans weather would be the death of him maybe yet he continued to move about. Though he came to a stop when he found a nice shadow casted by the one the overhead of a clothing store, he acted like he was window shopping yet that tongue flickered every few seconds.
A snake never liked to be surprised and is always aware of their surroundings his worked differently than others, him being on the ground he could feel vibrations of everything around, but supers had different vibrations to them. Caesar also had infrared sensitivity which allowed him to see the radiated heat of warm-blooded beings, humans gave of one kind, supers gave off another, those that were of the not living variety well they were immune to this. Even from behind those stunna shades the infrared radiated, but off in the distance there was one that stood out as it was his guess that it was whom had been in a way following him.
Tongue flickered more, yet he was gathering saliva within his mouth that he was mixing up with his high poisonous venom as a precaution cause this guy was making Caesar nervous for the most part. Along with all the outbreak of "V" going on people weren't acting normal and thought they were superman in a manner of Caesar remained cautious and waited for the next move to be made.
Knowledge is power, and that statement had to be true, for even the G.I. Joe declared it. That had to mean it was true, right? Well according to Santino, it was. He knew many of the habits and idiosyncrasies of many of the lycanthrope breeds, and even scent had been, to a degree, engaved in his mind. There were only a few of the lycanthropes that he had not had any association with in the past. However, that thought aside, he focused on the snake before him. He grinned ever so slightly as he watched the snake as it became a statue, or tried to, to avoid notice, but it was already too late. As a show of good faith, Santino shifted his posture, and pulled his hands out of his pockets, showing them to the snake. Of course, not being a plain and ordinary human, it didn't mean much that his hands were empty, but as in times of old, it was the symbolism of the act that was his true message. However, even if the snake did not take such offer as it was intended, his shields were still tightly up, guarding not only his mind but his body.
The leopard was on the prowl, the spotted cat's curiosity peaked at close range. Chatruese ambers glowed an eerie color as the young feline wanted to learn more and Owen was about to see what all this was about as the scent became stronger. He stood very still, deciphering his targets one of them vampire the other was serpent-smell as he detected it in the air with his keen nostrils. The large male stalked forward toward his prey, the snake, but did not dare draw too close for fear of the aftershock what may happen should he get too close.
His cat met snake on the metaphysical plane, Owen saw the vampire follow the bigger guy, did not know his name but he was going to sharpen his own horizon's even when it was too dangerous there was a time when the doc avoided such cautions. Before he grew, he's going to need as much knowledge and as much wisdom about the world of the preternatural as he could get out of it. There was room to sprint or run. The cub observed, it did not interfere for the cat and his host was at a distance. One thing about the leopard is their one sneaky devils, they'll approach when you least expect them to. He's never met serpents, never too much interacted with the less living kind either but perhaps he might change all that now. If he said something now, it would ruin his chances to get an idea what is going on.
His hazel oculars spotted the vamp and the serpent, the one who was from the looks of it on the defense. That he could understand since his own inner beast could go into the same mode around strangers, which happens to be it was at this point on caution mode until neither wasn't a threat Owen will settle. He didn't fight, he didn't even start them but it won't be the same if his cat became alarmed or any hint of fear is a sign that the large cat was going to choose what it should do in the worse case scenario. For now he sat this one out, Dr. Connors gaze locked on the two men.
-- Edited by OWEN CONNORS on Wednesday 6th of July 2011 03:22:38 PM
All Eyez on Me by the late great 2pac was running through his head while he had a staredown with the not so living male across the way, it had been the first time he laid focus upon a vampire as none of his perception was picking him up except the vibrations given by Santino weren't like anything he felt. His tongue continued to flicker picking up another in the area a cat of some sort which further had Caesar on edge. This staredown between two turned to an impromptu menage e trois and being the serpent in the group he wasn't about to make the first move because he was in a defensive position.
He took a depth breath before spitting out some of that deadly venom in clear to the ground because if that had got on someone's skin it would of ate through like acid at least a human. Heard turned to see the radiating infarred glow of the cat from afar as there would be no sneaking up on Caesar, though he shared his focus between the two. The male vampire started to move to him with his hands up in what good be taken as a sign of good faith, but they were super humans, whom moved and reacted faster than those that weren't like them. Caesar was thinking of various scenarios in his head, but he was pushing a couple of them out cause of the fact they were out in public during the middle of the day. That cat seemed to be the wildcard because he couldn't get a read on his intentions, but he figured he could allow the vampire to get close even as he hissed which was out of pure defensive instinct.
Snakes were fond of their venom. As such, he was fully prepared. That extra layer of sand was in position, and of course, he still kept his distance. Showing empty hands had not been enough, so for now, he stuffed his hands back into his pockets, and shifted his posture once more, taking further glances at the snake from another perspective. He'd smile, in a comforting manner, as best he could give. He'd give a momentary glance to the feline on the other side, but he was not in market for a feline that evening, so his glance would quickly return to the snake.
He watched the venom from the man's mouth, it's a good thing he had not exactly gotten as close to him. The venom would not be good if it had touched him even if he wasn't human he was more alive which meant the touch of the stuff may have been his aftermath. The doc wasn't in lined to harm anyone, his feline made a body language to sign it was not a threat to his inner snake doing his best to be on his guard just in case. The beige, spotted kitten was an innocent thing as he wasn't much for hunting than he was for looking and curiosity may killed a cat, but not this one at least or hopefully he could negotiate with snakeman without neither shapeshifter going on a warpath of another kind. This is not how he wanted to start his day, they were both lycanthropes just different species.
Owen wasn't an interest to the vampire the minute he took a momentary glimpse at the sophisticated male, not moving further till he knew it was safe for him to come out from under his bed or the darkness that hid him a little, cats used places to hide themselves well from their prey as it was a cover. Dr. Connors did not use any of that, he was cautious just as the snake guy had been, but he did not come to cause any trouble. Sneaking really wasn't his approach, more like on alert just in case something goes wrong. Should he strike he knew to use his reflexes or at least try his best to prevent his venom from getting on him at least. The cub was definitely playing with fire, but the flames can be tamed if done correctly. Perhaps there can be a place where the leopard and snake can meet without going into some serious warzone.
The same goes for the vampire, never had associations with them, it's a good thing he wasn't food for him at least as most of his kind tend to feed from lycans or mortals, but there was no predatory sense coming from him more of a disinterest. Better for him then, there be a day when the young tended to the older. But from what Zachary told him, about the bite of a vampire, how does it really feel exactly? Never had the experience probably not ever.
Above and beyond Caesar went defensive as it was just a natural reaction for him, though the Vampire walked closer and cloer to him with empty hands before putting them back in his pockets and offering Caesar a smile. That was a little comforting though he was still pretty much in that defensive way when the vampure said hello, Caesar still kept his stunna shades on and walked a little bit closer to him though he kpt an eye on that cat in the background whom didn't seem like a threat for now at least. As he got closer to that vampire that tongue flickered even more till he spoke, Caesar stood up straight to even make himself look taller as it was another defensive instinct of his.
Leopards were not his beast, that was his sire. He always found that fact a bit odd, but then again, his own beast was an odd mixture for him all the same. Regardless, he paid little attention to the Leopard as he stood there, still and motionless, watching the snake. The defensive pose and actions of the snake were understood, and even expected. His kind was a rare find, and some may resort to less than desirable means to procure the companionship of a snake, or possibly even cause it harm. There were few in history that had any ties to snakes, or at least according to his recollection and study.
"Not much, signore. What about you, serpente nero?"
He'd continue to stand still, watching, with hands in his pockets. His curiosity in the snake was due to his pre-existing interests in the creature. Before he was turned, he liked Snakes, and reading about them. Of course, gaining knowledge was always something he enjoyed, even if it had nothing to do with another interest of his. But now, he could put his knowledge to the test, and see if he could decipher anything about this one, and perhaps make a 'friend'. He grinned wide at the prospect, and tilted his head a bit as he awaited further response.
It did not matter whether the vampire had interest in him, the same would have been said seeing he wasn't too thrilled with their kind from the very beginning so he threw the man off from the starting point. He was listening in to their conversations. His keen senses locked on them, sensitive hearing was a lot like having a speaker to your ears. He put both hands into his side pockets relishing the two people in front of him. This he watch only cause it was for his own good, it was a test of wills if you might say. He wore a gray, button down, red and white half cotton shirt, not enough that'll have him a little crisp in this heat, night wasn't any different from morning or noon hours. Tricky weather. That's the way New Orleans was, tricky bastard.
He licked his lips, not making his move too soon until he was ready. The office can wait, this was similar to a bus ride out on the town for little kids who needed to see the pictures of how things work, how things were shaped. He was ordinary, normal, look like the regular kid you might know about on street corners. A few lines of dark hair was sleeked back from a face of someone who sat in a courtroom not eavesdropping on two lads that wasn't any of his business(which, it perhaps wasn't).
A pair of his khaki, dark blue pants shifted some as the sound of keys rattled the air a little bit. If there was one thing people did not look at, it's that half the time the Lady of the Lake taught you something. What's on the surface did not mean she was harmless. She preyed on men, she waited until he stepped closer and closer. His lust for her was unbearing and he had to have her for himself. Foolish male got his just rewards, the Lady of the Lake wanted him for eternity, drowning him completely. Owen couldn't help, but stay in his place observing how exactly this vampire will make an ally of something that was lethal. He was a doctor not some gawker. A few women walked past his slender frame, just a bunch of prostitutes with sex on their minds perhaps. His hazels danced from one man to the other. Looking down at his watch, he was reminded where he needed to be soon, very soon.
Standing here looking at vampire and serpent interact wasn't on his top to do list. It was that he was going to have to move out of that hotel soon, look around for somewhere called home. He first took a small note pad, his mechanical pen was gold and smooth-like. Clicking the top button, he scribbled something down for a certain someone before taking off elsewhere. The snake and he shall meet eventually, it will do them a lot of good. Lycanthrope to Lycanthrope. They were shifters, both of them was so what's the harm of meeting others outside his species group? Tearing the paper from the little notebook, he returned it to the left side pocket then as if in a nonchalant mood, the young cub managed to allow the winds to direct the message to Caesar in a way that it probably will. Maybe, he will get it when he wasn't locked on other dilemmas such as speaking to the unknown male approaching him at the moment.
As soon as the wind let the small paper slip from between his pointed and middle fingers, he let it travel where it will later land near the serpent's feet. He'll notice it, small but it was in plain sight. He has to always play it cool doesn't he? Leave it to him to be thorough, straight to the point type who could get by without using words. He left the sidewalk, leaving the two kids to chat one on one.
