Confident little thing wasn't she? Even if she wasn't it was a good bluff. Ambrose nearly laughed but not quite, it turned into a soft chuff.
"Gotta find someone to make you feel good about the game. Don't worry I'll turn 'em up, you just bring enough to settle up."Â?
He might not have a ton of money to toss about but Ambrose was a better than average poker player, he wasn't worried about the skill, just the bankroll.
He nodded.
"There are one or two ranges around here they know me. You won't have to bring anything, I'll have a couple for you to try out see if they're comfortable for you. You're a little thing but if you think I'm handing you a derringer or some other cute sissy gun you're going to be mistaken."Â?
She'd be able to handle something larger. Tiny or not she was a vampire and from what she said and what he'd gathered from her, able to handle herself. With that in mind he'd already picked out two or three he'd like her to try. It was just a question of getting his hands on them as two of them he didn't have in his arsenal. The range should be able to lend them though, they owed him a favor or two.
Restless (open)
The Manor was huge. There wre rooms aplenty with various activities for the residents. Music, reading, working out... all were easily accessable. Hell, even horses were availble if one wanted. But nothing worked to distract Trinity for more than 5 minutes. And that was a serious irritation.
So here she was wandering the halls... or maybe prowling them was a better way to put it. Even climbing up to the roof and playing up there had been pointless tonight.
Her mind would not settle to anything. In the past, she had always found it easy to lose herself in activity, freeing her mind to just stop thinking. Thinking was not something she relished - not that she was stupid, she just wasn't into soul searching and examining her motivations. She did what she was told and was very good at doing so.
The aroma of jasmine caught her attention and she frowned, looking around. Somehow she'd ended up in the conservatory. With no memory of how she'd gotten here. Walking lightly, she explored the darkened room, wondering if she should light the candles. No - the semi-darkness felt right and for the first time all evening, she relaxed.
After leaving Steve, she had returned to the hunt, finding a petty drug dealer in a back alley who had kindly donated a bit of dinner. Generally speaking, she preferred to not feed from druggies, but she had noticed over the last decade or so that those who sold the drugs rarely used them. And those that did were easy enough to spot - and avoid. Having taken care of that bit of business, she returned to the Manor, intending to relax and hopefully contact Sir John.
It had taken her a bit to figure out where he was and then determine the time difference - and realized that he would undoubtably be asleep. So that avenue was closed to her, at least temporarily. Restless, she had left her suite, still wearing her hunting leathers (though without the duster) and wandered the manor, looking for distraction.
Now she settled onto a stone bench, partially hidden in a small alcove of trees and attempted to relax further.
(open to anyone who wants to just chat!)
Ambrose
16 years ago
Trin
16 years ago
One game coming right up... Trin just smiled sweetly, taking advantage of her youthful looks to attempt innocence. She doubted he'd fall for it, but some guys were just just natural suckers for that sort of thing.
"Whatever you say. Just tell me when and where!"
Gun ranges for practice. Made sense - and sounded much safer than just going out in the woods where you could accidently shoot god only knew what - or who. She frowned, confused for a moment over the derringer comment. A moment later and the reference rell into place. Tiny little thing, could fit in a hand bag. All the ladies in old westerns to seem to have them - pretty things, but utterly impracticle from her point of view. Her nose creased in mild revulsion.
"No thank you - I'd rather not trust my life to something that looks to have been designed to look good more than anything else. Something that fits well and is practical is definetly preferable."
Trin glanced up at the glass ceiling and frowned again. The sky was getting lighter - false dawn wasn't far off and there were still things to be done.
"I hate to run, but..." she pointed up and grinned. "I think it's time to call it a day. Thank you for offering to help. And I apologize again for being a negligent neighbor! When you're ready to practice let me know." She described where her rooms were located. "Feel free to drop by anytime!"
Trin made her way back to those same rooms feeling much better about the world in general. Still not sure what she was going to do with - or about - Steve. Btu at least now she could get some sleep.
(Trin Out!)
"Whatever you say. Just tell me when and where!"
Gun ranges for practice. Made sense - and sounded much safer than just going out in the woods where you could accidently shoot god only knew what - or who. She frowned, confused for a moment over the derringer comment. A moment later and the reference rell into place. Tiny little thing, could fit in a hand bag. All the ladies in old westerns to seem to have them - pretty things, but utterly impracticle from her point of view. Her nose creased in mild revulsion.
"No thank you - I'd rather not trust my life to something that looks to have been designed to look good more than anything else. Something that fits well and is practical is definetly preferable."
Trin glanced up at the glass ceiling and frowned again. The sky was getting lighter - false dawn wasn't far off and there were still things to be done.
"I hate to run, but..." she pointed up and grinned. "I think it's time to call it a day. Thank you for offering to help. And I apologize again for being a negligent neighbor! When you're ready to practice let me know." She described where her rooms were located. "Feel free to drop by anytime!"
Trin made her way back to those same rooms feeling much better about the world in general. Still not sure what she was going to do with - or about - Steve. Btu at least now she could get some sleep.
(Trin Out!)
Ambrose
16 years ago
Ambrose grinned wickedly and pulled at his forelock, as if he was tipping a hat. This was gonna be fun. Maybe they could even find some one to buy her sweet and innocent look.
"We'll find you something. I'll probably give you a shout here in a few days."Â?
He practiced regularly so that wasn't an issue, it was talking to the ranges that might take some time.
He let her run off before stretching and getting to his own feet. He'd managed to get over his growling mood, maybe Belle would be willing to sooth his wounded pride now that he wouldn't be trying to snap her head off for something that was purely his own fault.
((OOC... Ambrose out too))
"We'll find you something. I'll probably give you a shout here in a few days."Â?
He practiced regularly so that wasn't an issue, it was talking to the ranges that might take some time.
He let her run off before stretching and getting to his own feet. He'd managed to get over his growling mood, maybe Belle would be willing to sooth his wounded pride now that he wouldn't be trying to snap her head off for something that was purely his own fault.
((OOC... Ambrose out too))