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Post by Nicki on Oct 7, 2009 16:01:07 GMT -5
Nicki's golden eyes glimmered in the brilliance of the over hanging Chandeliers and lights. The gold trimmings on the finely crafted ceiling and walls added to the wondrous illumination. There was a high class and vibrant feel to the hotel, something truly unique.
Nicki had signed in for a private room for two on the highest floor. He was expecting to meet with a certain someone, a person who had been following him fromt he shadows the past few nights. He had openly invited his secretive female spy to join him for Dinner here and to reveal herself to him.
Nicki did not care how he appeared to everyone else in the hotel, he could feel their eyes watching him as he picked up his violin case and began to walk from the front desk to the lobby. His once neatly cared for hiar was now a mess of moppy brown hair, His pale skin appeared almost as white as the walls, His eyes far to brilliant for any human being and the pure silence of every move he made..he appeared ' unnatural '.
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Post by Nemesis on Nov 22, 2009 11:47:02 GMT -5
Two observant eyes had been watching him from a distance. Watching his every move, his lines. A crooked smirk crossed her crimson full lips seeing the immortal. He seemed to be pretty careless now. "N'est même pas ce merveilleux maintenant?" a rich alluring yet velvety voice whispered in Nickolas mind. Should he look around, he would notice standing a female clad in long elegant silky dress, long black hair falling freely down her delicate shoulders. Her skin almost was as of human's skin color....her full lips smirking with a hidden mischief. Deep blue eyes flashing a mysterious violet for a moment, too short for human to notice.
She approached him slowly, gracefully, the dress billowing from the movement. It wasn't something too fancy but yet it had something about her that highlighted her beauty. Stopped an inch from the immortal, looking deep into his eyes. " Well hello, Nickolas. " she spoke again, this time in voice. Her eyes were almost daring.
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Post by Nicki on Nov 29, 2009 11:26:08 GMT -5
The voice in his mind drew him to look around, those deep golden hued eyes scanning every person around him. it was this woman, this beautiful woman clad in black that caught his eye. His mind at once began to race, who was she? what this the one who has been following him? Is she that unknown presence that he could not capture all this time?
She was suddenly close to him, He could almost feel her against him, Nicki alsmot tensed, like he was being touched by very cold icy hands up his spine. The violinist pressed his lips, looking at her and pondering her mystery. He then spoke, his voice mundane and dull, though inside he was somewhat unsure," Bonjour... And.. what have I done to deserve such radiance before me?"
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Post by Nemesis on Nov 30, 2009 14:32:47 GMT -5
Her crimson red lips pulled into devious tempting smirk at his thoughts. She couldn't help but to chuckle. It wasn't very polite to listen to private thoughts but he was just so amusing. " For just being yourself, dear Nickolas.." she mused in perfect English accent. Her voice sounded as of ancient, her eyes seemed to hold experience of centuries and yet she wasn't that old. But no one would ever know that. " You are probably wondering if I was the one to fallow you?" she smirked even more. " The answer is.....yes...." she said leaning into whisper ever so delicately. " Sadly I have no answer as to why I did that. Sometimes people does things for no reason...." she said pulling back now and grinned revealing two raws of perfect pearly white teeth that against red lips looked more white than it can possibly be. " Care to have a drik with me, violinist?"
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Post by Nicki on Feb 3, 2010 10:31:10 GMT -5
"I hold no rapturous Charm as my maker...and friend.." It seemed that as of late, Nicolas had become so distant from Lestat and everyone else, Perhaps it was because of those swimming memories of the pastor his own insanity, whichever it was, it seemed to have calmed for the evening.
He inhaled deeply and bowed his head to let these dark thoughts vanish before he returned his attention back to the femme before him, curls of his rich dark brown hair tumbled in front of his face. brushing them aside like bitter tears, He Spoke," A drink?... Could mean so many things Cherie..."
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Post by Nemesis on Feb 7, 2010 16:26:38 GMT -5
"Each has their own significant charm, my dear" she grinned lightly. Her eyes never leaving the immortal man before her. Observing and scrutinizing him curiously. Nemesis or not, she had a curiosity that of a cat...but of a clever cat that avoids of a trouble swiftly. Her lips curled into a smirk again before she bursts into much so intoxicating laughter that seemed to draw attention, attention that she ignored as if wouldn't have noticed. Nicolas was a truly witty man. And as much mysterious as she was. What she liked that much."Oh really now? And which one do you like the most, violinist, hmm? Wine? Coffee? r maybe....something better?"Her words almost a whisper but ever so tempting that even a simplest word could get thousands of meanings with such voice tone.
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