The singing of jazz music welcomed her with open arms; the blaring gold trumpets screaming a familiar tune by Louis Armstrong, the low, heart-beating rhythm of the bass bouncing from the walls, and the electric flow of the guitar fine-tuning its own sound melodically into the song. The feeling jazz music gave her was simply indescribable; the way it sang to her reminded her of the oldies when people were all about music and fun and glamour, instead of what new technology would be soon to sell on the market.
Red, sharp stiletto heels carried the powerful vampiress's lithe and snake-like slender frame inside the club. The halter red dress squeezed her hourglass body, form fitting in all those desirable curves that neither men nor women can ignore. The top hem swooped low to flatter the swell of those full, creamy supple breasts. Those fiery red, wild locks billowed behind her, screening her body as if she was on fire. Full, crimson lips pursed into a smile when the club was full of unfamiliar faces and charismatic energy. She was overjoyed at the idea of parading in such a crowded place, and wanted to congratulate the owner on his success. Of course she did her research on the club before she wanted to venture into the successful jazz club. Ramsey Buchanan was his name.
She weaved through the crowd like water seeping through every crack, and slid onto a vacant stool at the bar, traversing those slender, nude stems over the other. Painted digits drummed against the marble counter as her crystalline blue jewels glistened directly to the human waiter. When the waiter approached as if he was caught in his deepest, sexual fantasy, she inclined with a smile. "Nothing for me, sil vous plait. I'm actually looking to speak with the owner, Ramsey Buchanan. Is he present tonight?"
-- Edited by VERONIKA BAPTISTE on Thursday 14th of July 2011 04:52:15 PM
It was not his first visit to the place, but since the opening of his own restaurant, it had been a while since he had shown himself here. In his visits, he had still yet to meet the owner, nor any other vampires in this city for that matter.
Tonight he left the restaurant in the hands of capable hands, and spent his night out on the town. At All That Jazz, he savored the music in lieu of the horrible modern counterpart that flooded the senses at bars and clubs.
Tonight, he seemed to be in for a treat, for upon entering the place, he could already feel the tingling sensation of power he hadn't felt much in this city. A vampire. Without much effort, his eyes would land on where this power seemed to emenate from. He wouldn't outright approach her, instead, he would take his spot in a corner booth, where he could look over the entire place, surveying the dance floor, the bar, and every last person within the place. Santino wore, as usual, his business attire. A dark green business suit adorned his body this time, with a brown button-up, shoes, and fedora to complete the outfit. As he watched over the people, he'd remove his fedora, and place it upon the seat beside him. He'd raise his arms, and rest them on the back of his booth seat, and would fold one leg over his other knee, just getting comfortable.
All that Jazz! He remember this place once, that was all. Last time he was here was when three burly dudes pressed him into playing a game of poker and deuces wild. Beat them in all of them as if he could go back to when he gambled back in the old days when he was fourteen years old. The jagged edges of his ankle, western-style snakeskin boots clapped the floor. The front of his lapels was partially opened to reveal a white wifebeater beneath, he did not think he needed to close the burgundy vest embracing his slim frame. His aura was pretty dark, much darker as if he swallowed up the night for each time he emerged. His footsteps echoed into the room upon his second emerge to this popular club. Ramsey? He heard his name from a distance even if he wasn't up close his inner ear canals could listen to the murmur of waves in the background. She must know of him yes? Has met him once, twice, or is that more than that? When he caught a glimpse of the firey haired femme fe telle for the first time he was absolutely stricken upon the curve of her body, that hair spilling down her back like watching flames down a long mountain path.
She sounded French, a fellow native from the look and sound of it. Should he go over to make his presence noticed? It would have been forward, but he knew better than to approach her outright. His eyes looked elsewhere for a familiar presence where Santino sat alone, he did not prefer to bother him. After meeting him a few times there has not been other need to interrupt his evening as much but he was planning on heading to his restaurant when he wasn't caught up in other things that kept him for having a good time. His own business attire plainly noticeable, his pants was all red as the fellow never condone to the gothic lifestyle as if each time he watches those vampire movies or in plays predicting them as morbid, some part of him want to slash their throats but he knew better than to start thinking of such things.
Dark hues of the blue ocean was solid, when angered or lust for blood, these colors shifted to an iridescent green making him very primal and deadly. Tonight he was calm like the waves. He walked gracefully, he ignored the patrons glance upon him for they meant nothing except he chose to sit at the bar where a waiter attempted to offer the fellow a shot or bottle of beverages in a silver tray. He glanced up at the young man, smiled then shook his head. "No thanks. I am good."The man nodded, holding the tray over his head moving to the next customer.
Jazz music flowed in the air, his ears in tuned checking out most of the gathering in here tonight. The feeling he got coming from the red haired lady over there was vampire indeed. He can feel it too as it slid down his bones like a tuning fork was in place. His attention was on the activities of the clubs various people. He was enjoying the works at his theatre he continued to run, got a swell set of employees and quite an amount of spectators. Begin some premieres in the coming weeks hopefully there will be some seats available for the reserved. It'll take sometime, he can wait. No need to rush for it has begun.
-- Edited by JOSEPH BODINE on Thursday 14th of July 2011 09:44:58 PM
Ramsey had just started makeing his rounds for the night, when one of his waitstaff had come nervously up to him, indicating that there was a woman at the bar, that would like a moment of his time. Ramsey arched a brow curiously, head comming up, and emerald green eye's searching the bar area. Looking for the woman that fit the discription that the server had given him. Interesting. Already there was a flux of power, as not one, but three vampires had decided to amuse themselves at his establishment that night. Two that he recognized, at least in passing.
The club had been keeping him as of late. To busy for his likeings, but when the shit hit the fan in his life, it seemed to hit it big time. As a result, he hadn't been able to see Lou as often as he'd like. And it had been a few days at the very least since he had. He intended to remedy that problem though later in the evening. He missed his little wolf. More then he'd really realized untill he'd thought about it.
For now though, he had buisness to attend to, and making the rest of his circut around the club, he ended up making his way to the end of the bar. He was dressed simply tonight. Black slacks that were perfectly tailored to his form. Black shoes, and a jacket to match it all. Left unbuttoned. A shirt of crips white left with no tie, and the first three buttons undone, giving glimpses of smoothly tanned skin. For a vampire as old as he was, to still be as tan as he was, ment he must have spent quite a good deal of time out doors when he was alive, and the tan became perminant. His hair was just past his chin, and curled slightly. A mustash and goatee were smoothed with slender fingers that were adorned with heavy silver rings. A collection of various necklaceses around his neck. Ramsey hardly ever dressed up if he could help it.
Stopping now, he took something from one of his security, and signed his name at the bottom of the clipboard, before turning those emerald hues to the beautiful redhead perched at the end of the bar. A smile on his lips that exuded charm and pure sex appeal, as he reached out a hand to take hers. Provided she obliged him, he would bend over it, kissing her knuckles with that smile still in place.
"I hear you are looking for me tonight, lass. Welcome to All that Jazz. What can I do for you tonight?" The scottish brogue of his voice was thick enough to walk on, and sometimes made it hard to understand him. But it wasn't something he was about to change. Eye's searching hers, he let his power take a mesure of her own, eye's widening slightly in surprise. A Master vampire in his club.. Well my my.....
It wasn't uncommon for the red-haired beauty to receive looks of lust and jealousy from every patron present. Humans were people, and she could easily mind-roll them into a dreamy haze that would keep all around hidden from the conversation she would have with Mr. Buchanan. After she asked for Ramsey, it wasn't long until she felt other vampire presences within the crowded, heated establishment. First, those crystalline blue eyes landed upon the vampire in the green suit with a fedora hat. She knew her beauty and power completely enthralled his attention, but he chose otherwise to approach her. Soon after, another vampire entered the entertaining crowd; the one with snake-skin boots and a white lapel that was partially opened to reveal a wife beater and maroon vest. She knew as well that her presence caught him in her deadly, lustful web. A smile and a nod was given to each vampire to acknowledge their arrival.
However, most of her attention was upon the owner that approached her, and planted a soft, tender kiss against the smooth plane of her hand. Oh, he was quite the charmer, and incredibly handsome as well. But all vampires were in their way. She extended her hand delicately towards him for the kiss, and almost purred at the sound of his Scottish accent.
"A pleasure to meet you Mr. Buchanan. Merci, mon chere. I just wanted to congratulate you on your success of this club. It is a wonderful place. I'm Veronika Baptiste, and I just recently moved back from Seattle. Since you are like me, I was wondering if you would like to show me the ropes of the city for it has been too long due to my late arrival, and I'm a bit....how would you say....outdated? Behind in times?"
A light, flirty laughter vibrated from her slender throat. Of course she knew that she wasn't literally behind in times, but to her knowledge, there wasn't a Master of the City, nor was there a Kiss. It wouldn't hurt to get to know the vampires in the city to one day become their Master, now would it?
Having Veronika's attention focused almost soley on him, was, to say the least, a bit overwhelming. Ramsey had a moment to wonder briefly if this was how Lou felt when she was around him. Shakeing the thought loose, he bowed his head, accepting the compliment from her. "A pleasure to meet you, Veronika. And thank you. The club has done quite well. Better really then I'd expected." That sex on a stick smile again, and he was leaning against the bar, fingers threading through chin length hair, and brow arching in surprise at her request.
"Show you the ropes, hm? I'm sure we could arrange something for you. A beautiful woman such as yourself, shouldn't be left to flounder about, wondering what's what." Though it did make him curious, why she would come to him, rather then one of the other vampires. And then his answer came, when she mentioned they were alike. Ahh. Now that made a bit more sense. Like wants to be with like. He couldn't blame her there.
"I'd be happy to help you become better aquainted with the city, lass. Perhaps we could schedule a time to make a night of it." Ramsey wasn't totally sure what it was that she was after, but he'd be more than willing to oblige her at this point.
"Absolutely. I think it's wonderful. And it's so rare to find a good, local jazz club that offers everything and more. Most places here are okay, but some are located in places your customers can't really find. And I think this location is perfect, and very easy to find. It was as if the music was calling me when I was approaching the doors."
She continued to let that smile play upon her ruby red lips, and took the opportunity once again to graze his Godlike statue with those shining, crystalline blue orbs. All vampires were beautiful no matter what bloodline they descended from, but the Ardeur line was more keen to beauty and lust than power and strength. Afterall, sex was their most powerful weapon. And she could tell that Ramsey knew how to use it to the best of it's ability.
"I would rather prefer someone to stroll through the city with me anyways. It keeps me out of unwanted danger."
A wink fluttered from those dark, whispy lashes. Distantly, she would glance to the other vampires that entered, wanting to get acquainted with them as well. That would come at a later night for all they have is time. Not to mention they were both quite handsome, and each flitted their own strength of power that she could taste in the atmosphere.
"That sounds great Mr. Buchanan. Whenever you are available, feel free to call me."
Slender, spidery digits reached into her purse and retrieved a card with just her name and number, no occupation as of yet. Her pink, wet muscle slipped through her crimson, lush swells to soak her bottom lip, and a soft, muscial purr vibrated from her throat. She ordered their signature cocktail, and when the tender placed it before her, an unecessary sip was taken to appear human to the very humanly crowd.
Veronika's assesment of the club had Ramsey giving a wide smile without flashing fang, and that deep chuckle spilled free from his lips, as he nodded his head. "Aye lass. That's exactly the feel I was going for with the club as well. I'm glad to know we acomplished it. As ingrained as Jazz music is in this city, it's a shame at how often it goes unnoticed."
The looks she was giving him were causing the highland laird to become a bit twitchy, as if she was trying to decide how he'd taste. Ramsey knew how to use the gift that he'd been given to his advantage, and would use it to get what he wanted most of the time. Be it a staff member doing as he asked, to... Well he let that thought trail off.
Brow arched, and he reached out a had decked out in silver rings, one looking very old and holding a seal of some sort on it. Looking over the card, he nodded his head, reaching into the inside pocket of his jacket, and pulling free a card of his own, handing it over. The words "All that Jazz" were done in scrawling italics across the front, with the number to the club. On the back however, Was his name, and cellphone number.
"Sounds like a plan. If you've a need to get ahold of me for anything at all before we can set up a time to take our stroll, feel free to give a call whenever, Ms Baptiste." Her hand was lifted to his mouth again, and lips brushed her knuckles, top lip catching slightly, and those deep emeralds on her face the whole time. That charming smile was back, and he straightened again. Nodding his head to her. "A pleasure. If you'll Excuse me?"
He still had some work to do if he planned to get to Lou's before dawn.
With mission in hand the night found Alisster on the hunt for the rogue vampire that was causing trouble for some humans. roaming the streets of the french quarters brought her to a place where the music was soothing as well as a bit intoxicating. She didn't know what was attracting her to the place but it could not be ignored.
Checking in at the door of the Jazz club, Alisster felt the power eminating from the other vampires inside. There was real power in the place , ice blue hues looked around and found a big chunk of power coming from the red-head at the bar. A master vampire at that; since her maker Kalik she had not encountered another master.
Alisster knew that trying to hide herslf would be hard with the woman so keeping her distance would serve her well, moving to a table she sat herself down and took in the scene. The valkyrie's gaze fell on the vamp from the other night at the bar, standing she headed over to where the vampire in the wifebeater sat.
"Hello sir, I would like to apoligize for my behavior of the other night it was rude of me to stare may I introduce myself, my name is Alisster Rose and I was wondering if I may sit with you."
Words spoken in her scandinavian accent as she thought that being polite would help, like they say "keep your friends close but keep your enemies closer".
Ah! The beautiful one! As she apologized for her behavior, he roamed her form before speaking. It was in the French tongue mixed with some common language. "Don't me Madamosielle. Come sit, I am not worried nor surprised. It seems by the way you carry yourself, it is always an honor to meet others of our bloodline."He did not frown at the lack of being the only Dragon in existance around here. But, for the record she was a kindred spirit, meaning he can learn a great deal from her as she could probably share her stories. Each held strength, it was fate that brought her to him. Fate has methods of weaving what most never recognize. Even at the beginning you get off on a bad spot. "Don't be."He wasn't accustomed to her mission or presence here. He did not bother to ask, it was none of his business.
Like her, he too was on a mission but not hunting. It was something else as to his place here. A gester of his hand swept to the seat across the table from him. "Please. My name is Joseph. Joseph Bodine."The French accent swept across the room like silk, he was fair and had an air of history that had lead him across the foreign lands, it was fortunate he is in the states. At one time, he felt awkward being not within his turf. He was a foreigner and wasn't ashamed of his French heritage. His title as Baron was not known as of yet, that part of him was kept to himself until he was safe to trust anyone. "It is a pleasure Allison."He wasn't like most vampires. Not all vampires are devils, they were people too as was many supernaturals.
He did not judge, he saw within. If it was her attention of doing away with him when she had the opportunity, he probably would deserve it. Vampires were nasty bastards after all. Then again, evil exists in everyone. Not a single being was without his or her own sin. If that was true then what good is it living in a perfect world. Yes, he failed, this is what he is. He's done nothing except survive.
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-- Edited by JOSEPH BODINE on Sunday 24th of July 2011 10:37:40 PM
Santino watched from afar. While he could listen in from the distance and hear what was said, he gave them the courtesy to not do so. However, with Ramsey heading off to take care of his own business, Santino felt it was only right that he pay a visit to this other vampire as well. Once Ramsey was gone Santino plucked up his fedora, and placed it back atop his head before sliding out of the booth he was seated at, and moved over to the bar. Once at the bar, he would lean up against it, beside Veronika, give her his best smile and tip his head and hat in greeting to her.
"Ciao, bellissima." He said softly. "Allow me to introduce myself, I am Santino." He said this with a grin before offering his hand out to her. He would brush a kiss upon her knuckles, the feintest of touches.
"I haven't seen you around here before. I take it you are new in town?" He said, though he himself was still, at least in his own mind, new to this town as well. "Well, if you ever need anything, feel free to ask."
-- Edited by SANTINO on Tuesday 26th of July 2011 03:45:10 AM
