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~~Celebration in the Oaks in New Orleans City Park is one of the most beautiful holiday light exhibits in the country, and the most unique month-long festival of lights. There's so much to see and do for this holiday, heart-warming festival, it's completely overwhelming for a human to do all. There's a walk through the botanical gardens, an exhibit of Storyland with all the children's favorite characters from legendary children's tales, a children's theme park, carousel gardens, an amusement ride area aglow with holiday magic at every turn, and a synthetic ice rink! Not to mention a large white tent where school choirs perform, and hot chocolate booth stands at every corner. Every year for the month of December, it's like New Orleans is invaded by Christmas.~~ ~~Vesta avoided going to Celebration in the Oaks ever since her parents died. Every year when they were alive, they would drive to the city and celebrate Christmas here. She used to remember dressing up as Alice in Wonderland, and play all night in Storyland, reinacting the movie with her cousins. She also remembered her parents renewing their vows, and watching them look into each other's eyes with all the love they had for each other, kissing under a mistletoe in the middle of a halo of Christmas lights. However, this year would be different. Now that she lived in the city, she felt obligated to go to the Oaks in rememberance of her parents.~~ ~~Sure, it may look weird for a single, tatted up blonde woman coming to the Oaks by herself because not many people do (mostly families and couples go), but something was telling her to go tonight. She thought about calling Frank to come with her, but he might be a scrooge. Then again, she didn't really knew anyone else in the city besides Theo, but he was probably busy with the band and his hot girlfriend. So, it was just her tonight. A black, long sleeve cotton shirt with a studded grunge rocker style snugged her upper frame, with a white scarf cuddling her neck. A pair of destroyed denim jeans encased her long legs as the bottom cuffs were tucked into brown, furry boots with 3-inch wood heels. Her long, luscious bleach blonde locks flowed past her shoulders, warmed by a white, cotton barret.~~ ~~With a cup of hot chocolate in one had, she stood by the oldest carousel in the world, leaning over the cold, metal railing, watching all the children and families smile and laugh, revolving slowly around. Seriously, she wasn't a kidnapper or child molester, even though she probably looked a little creepy standing there by herself watching them. In reality, she wasn't even watching them; she was lost in her own mind reminiscing her own childhood on this very same carousel with her parents. She spoke a silent prayer, and took a slow sip of her beverage. And then she began to walk along the winding path through the Oaks, admiring all the beautiful Christmas displays.~~ __________________

KNOX

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:::The beauty or holiday cheer of the park was completely lost on Knox as he sped through it like a bat....or a rat...out of hell. His high top laces were a flurry of activity as he pounded the pavement, moving much faster than you would think possible of his tall lanky physique. Each exhaled breath came out of him as a puff of smoke from the cold nip of the air and he could feel a tightening in his chest that burned, but he refused to stop or look down. The wound in his ribs taken from a silver knife had blood soaking the shirt he wore...crusting the fabric to his skin. Now however was not the time to pay attention to that...his guts were on the inside...the other details could be sorted out later.:::

:::Leaping over a park pench his arms wheeled as he launched through the air and picked up speed as soon as his feet hit the pavement again. Behind him he could hear the faint distant sounds of other feet moving in on him, but this far he'd been able to keep the red tigers at a distance. There had been four before but now only two remained and Knox hoped to out distance them long enough to make it to the Rodere house where there would be reinforcements. If he were normal in any sense of the word he'd probably be full of fear at the moment, but he wasn't....normal or afraid. Instead he found himself laughing as he climbed a chain legth fence and cut through the darkness of the park.:::

:::What he hadn't expected or been looking for was the tall blonde woman who came seemingly out of nowhere. Had she been a lycan, undead, or hell even smelling of some kind of power he would've noticed her presence sooner, but he was just not used to paying attention to humans. So that was how and why he collided with Vesta that night in the park His lanky, bloodied, tattoo covered body slamming into hers at a fast pace...their limbs tangling together so that they both went down. Knox's reflexes guided him and he tried to cushion the girls fall as well as attempting to quickly get them on their feet again, but he wasn't sure if her head had hit the ground or if she would pass out in his arms.:::

"Hey, yo, you okay?"

:::There wasn't much chance to wait for an answer. He had lost time an distance because of the assault and he could feel the others getting close. If the girl passed out he'd have to try to make a get away either with her over his shoulder or after stowing her somewhere. If she seemed able he would simply warn her to get the fuck out of there as fast as her sexy legs could carry her.:::

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VESTA ST NOIR

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~*~She could hear the school choir not far from her, singing carols in their sweet, melodic voices. She could also hear the sounds of children laughing by Storyland, and people yelling from the rides. It actually was really nice having this time by herself, walking through the Oaks.~*~

~*~Just then, children were chasing each other. They ran past her while she looked down and behind her with a smile on her cherry pink lips. However, as soon as she turned around, there she collided with a blurr that looked like a man, but she wasn't sure because it happened so fast. The next thing she knew, she falling with him behind her, slamming to the ground. Her head pounded against the pavement, and when she opened her eyes, her vision was even more blurry than before.~*~

"What the f---"

~*~Was all she could murmur before blacking out. Sure, if she was a lycanthrope or a paranormal or the undead, she would have seen him coming and quickly jumped out of the way. Or if they collided, she would still be conscious with a few scratches and bruises that would heal within minutes. But alas, she was only human, and this collision with this man or blurry thing knocked her the fuck out. Poor girl.~*~

-- Edited by VESTA ST NOIR on Thursday 8th of December 2011 04:08:47 PM

-- Edited by VESTA ST NOIR on Thursday 8th of December 2011 04:09:15 PM

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KNOX

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:::As Vesta passed out in his arms he had about ten seconds to make a decision. For Knox that was about like giving a monkey ten seconds to figure out sign language. Actually, the monkey might have had a better shot. Hauling the leggy blonde over his shoulder he could just see the two tigers rounding the bend as he took off again. Vesta bounced and jostled over his shoulder and keeping her in place was now more difficult than anything else. Especially since her knee kept hitting him in his god damn bullet wound.::::

"Fuck!"

:::It was a choice four letter word he muttered several times now that the laughter had faded. Running towards the exit of the park that would let him out near the neighborhood where the Rodere was housed he couldn't help but wonder what the common tourists and hobos must think of the tattooed duo as they hauled ass with two grown men chasing them. He'd never wanted so badly for someone to call the fucking cops. Then again, he didn't think he'd want to explain the passed out blonde to the cops.:::

:::The tigers gave chase until the smell of the Rodere grew thick and then he felt their energy wane as they slowed. Thank Christ, he had thought they'd never back down. Up ahead he could see the lights on in the windows of the house, but he didn't stop running until he hit the door. Even then he pushed through to the living room like he was trying to take the damn thing off it's hinges.:::

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-- Edited by KNOX on Thursday 8th of December 2011 08:14:05 PM

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