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Bill me.

Ellis walked with a purposeful stride down Nachton's busy business district, her lit cigarette dangling from her lips. Busy for a normal city rather, but for Nachton, it was day to day business during the night. She could honestly say she had never been to the Liefde Towers before, so this would be a distinct pleasure having heard about the legendary Mari and the Tower's technology advances.

Always wanted a talking interface at the Domicile, Ellis wistfully recalled as she readjusted her heavy burden. It had grown a little heavy as she maintained a determined gait down the Strip, having spent a rather rambunctious romp with one of the Tower's residence.

Nicholae Lasche, model and star with a healthy sexual appetite. Ellis stopped short just then, having just thought of something.
'Oh...like Jessica Simpson!'

Ellis laughed as her cigarette dipped up and down from the movement. She turned her back to one of the commercial business windows and looked at his face in the reflection. He was precariously flung over her shoulder, thoughtfully dripping blood away from her and onto the ground.

'You cheeky devil.' Ellis shook him slightly to rouse him, only managing to get a slightly pathetic moan of despair. 'Oh come on, most of my gentlemen callers like that I'm rough.'

Ellis turned and continued her walk down the strip, pedestrians side stepping the wickedly disheveled woman and her handsome beau in tow. Huh. That rhymed, Ellis thought happily. While making her trek, she reiterated the thought process of their lovely evening together.

The back alleys were a terribly dangerous place in Nachton, so terrible that she avoided it for the time consuming rape gangs and endless dry cleaner bills. They were frightful with their charging; it wasn't as if blood were
that hard to wash out. The monosyllabic wailing of Mr. Nicholae Lasche as Ellis pummeled him with whatever piece of debris should could find in the alley ways had become annoying and repetitious.

Ouch. Stop. God the pain. Oh. Ow.

Really now, Ellis thought to herself. One should take their lumps and accept the conditions of their retribution. Yes she had considered that Nicholae had no prior knowledge of Addison's possession by Tacharan or even by another vampire, much less an ancient, but it was principle. Just because you're new in town doesn't mean you tap the first available piece of ass you find - at least not in Nachton. The vampire count had risen significantly in the past several years, one had to be careful.

(Permission to man handle Nic))

Theodosia 17 years ago
Theo frowned as she considered Christian's question, finding it particularly difficult because she didn't think she -had- any expectations about how meeting Ellis would go prior to the thirty seconds it took to walk into the lobby. Perhaps she did, though, and simply hadn't realized. It required some thought before she thought could answer honestly, and she always did try to tell him the truth.

"She was taller than I pictured her."Â?

Taking the Security Chief's invitation at face value, she shook her head.

"I have to check on the toilet paper."Â?

With this inexplicable comment, she followed Christian out of the lobby, but went her own way down the hall.

/ooc Theo out
Livia 17 years ago
Livia was quite shocked to see the rather taciturn archivist come to Nic's aid. While she knew the two were friendly she had harbored a smidgen of doubt. Blinking a bit to clear her mind of disbelief she merely nodded at Agent Harris as he moved off to help others. Finally she collected herself enough to smile at Nic and speak.

"I am fine but you need nourishment."

Blushing at Kem's solicitous comments she tried to reassure him as well.

"Thank you sir. I will be much better once Nicholae is taken care of."

Rather than burden him with helping her, she smiled and rushed to his other side to help with moving Nic, though finding a location devoid of bruises, blood or glass had her fretting for a moment while she nestled under his arm. The man of course did not put any weight upon her but she stood there maintaining the position in case he needed help. Still the arm around her waist was comforting.

"Good idea, Nic's suite is two floors below mine."

Chewing her lip slightly she thought about her inability to protect her man in lobby. She knew that this was her burden to bear but it still it upset her greatly that Ellis could have assaulted Nic further and she would have simply been unable to do anything to stop it. Sensing that they had bigger issues at hand to deal with, mainly getting blood into their injured bodies, she tabled the self recriminations for later.

Nic's question to Kem had her looking at the men questioningly. Why would anything be wrong with the archivist? He had entered after the damage was done.

Kem`Raaisu 17 years ago
Kem had enough sense to boggle at Nic as he clung to the injured man with one arm and the elevator railing with the other in a white-knuckled grip.

"You just worry about staying upright for now," he suggested, following that mentally with something along the lines of tasking himself not to break into a cold sweat over a mere seven (Gah! Seven!) stories.

Sure, it wasn't as bad as Aishe's thirty-one, but thirty-one stories went very fast when there was a warm, curvaceous, cute girlfriend clinging to you. Seven went by slowly, and he was pretty certain Nic's blood was seeping into his shirt. That didn't bother him much, but it sure as hell didn't do for the ride what Aishe did. The ride would be over shortly though, and Kem's slight discomfort was insignificant compared with the need to see his friend safely back in his suite and healing up.

Fortunately the railing of the elevator was quite strong; he didn't leave any fingernail gouges in it.

((ooc: Nic, Livia, and Kem out with permission))
Nastalia Nujun 17 years ago
The crowd was breaking up, and Nastalia was in a most unpleasant mood. Her earlier mood completely spoiled, she was in no mood to follow through with her earlier plans. She decided to head back to her room, study the woman's profile more closely and ask MARI what was going on.

Maintaining her cool, detached facade, she went right back up the elevator and into her room.


((ooc: Nastalia out to do some homework))
Jacob Moor 17 years ago
Having witnessed the rest of the scene unfold, Jacob pondered the deeper social constructs at work. Broken families, nature versus nurture, rules violations and the need for polite discourse of all people, even the most violent. Absentmindedly, he took up a push broom and began cleaning up - it certainly did not fall within his jurisdiction, but the repetitive nature helped him focus his thoughts. It also brought him back to simpler times. When he had been a tavern host, he hadn't had quite so many political constructs in his arena and could tackle them one at a time.

Everyone seemed to be well taken care of, so that just left the building. He could help with that.

(ooc: Jacob will remain in the lobby but is effectively out unless addressed)
MARI 17 years ago
MARI watched from her many vantage points of the lobby as the maintenance crew brought in replacement glass from the basement storage unit to fix the doors. They couldn't exactly leave the big gaping hole in the entrance for sunlight to pour through in the morning. That was why such emergencies and many more were prepared for by Meridian.

The glass was swept away and placed in a lidded blue bucket; MARI had this delivered to Theo's apartment after noticing that the vampire had taken a special interest in a piece of it earlier. The little electronic cleaners worked to cleanse the lobby floor of blood and the whole scene was quickly and efficiently over.

It would be business as usual in no time at all.