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The same play as always

op vr jan 12, 2018 8:12 pm

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Maybe he was just lonely, or just bored, though it might be both. So many things had happened since he'd left the village he'd lived at the beginning of his life, or was it the end of his life? The handsome blonde, young looking man wasn't young at all. You might even say that he'd lost count of his age. But that wasn't true, he'd been on this earth for ninety-eight years of which only seventy years he existed as a vampire. He had been through a lot after the man had died and come back as a vampire. Friends and lovers he'd lost, though many had come and go in the years after.

And now he was standing on a stage, making a fool out of himself. He craved for something different, though. He craved for power, instead of being an actor in a stupid play. Which is ironic, since he loves to be acting, performing and standing in the spotlight. But this, he's been doing it for a long time now, way too long. For now it worked, though. It was a way of getting his diner everyday. And he stil liked the attention he'd get after the play.

And then the play was over. The two brothers it was about, had died, again, and the sister has gained the throne, again. They waited until the applause was over and then the actors stood up, bowed, and the curtains fell over the stage. Lestat walked down the stage, into the carriage and changed himself. He knew it was about time to stop practicing in this play. The others had started to look a bit older, while he stayed the same. But then, he could do it the easy way, kill them all and leave. Not yet, though. "You did great," the girl who played the sister of the two brothers said. Lestat gave her a cocky grin. "I've been doing this play for years now, it's almost second nature, thanks," he replied. Then he pulled his normal clothes on, which looked rather fancy. The girl blushed and leaved. When the girl had come into this play, she'd looked five years younger then he was, now she looked about the same age as him.

Men were clearing the stage when he left the carriage, and just as always people were standing there, wanting to talk to him, getting his attention and such. It never bored him, usually, but now it kinda did...


Laatst aangepast door Lestat Kazimir op zo jan 14, 2018 1:47 am; in totaal 1 keer bewerkt
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Re: The same play as always

op vr jan 12, 2018 10:31 pm
a bruise is a lesson and
each lesson makes us better
Her eyes drifted over the busy market. Brightwater Keep was a city full of life, especially at days like this. It was winter, but the temperature was quite nice today. It wasn’t that cold for the winter, which caused a lot of people coming out of their houses to enjoy the winter sun. Crescent didn’t need a nice temperature. She was always outside, no matter if it snowed or rained. Every excuse to leave the luxurious villa she lived in, she took. Without saying her mother goodbye she left, as she always did. It left her mother with a frown on her face, wondering what she had done wrong today. Her mother never did anything good in Crescents eyes. Perhaps it was because she loved her father that much, because she looked up to the Lord of Isla the Juagas, because she wanted to be like him, because she saw him as her hero. That, in fact, he was everything but a hero, she never even considered. Her father had promised her to come get her, yet he had been away for a very long time again. Some letters went from Brightwater keep to the island, and reversed. He had been hurt, what delayed him from getting back to her. There was just this thing about it that she didn’t really believed. Something that made her grumpier then normal. It was just not fair. She had to sit here, she had to stay put until he came to get her out of this miserable town. She had seen every rock, every human, every animal here and she wanted to see something new. Without really knowing it, she stopped in front of a stage and watched a play.

A sigh left her mouth when the play ended. The players left the stage and most people turned around to go back to the market. Crescent stayed, for now. It was not like she had anything better to do then just hang around for a bit. Perhaps.. Her eyes gazed over the small crowd of people that were still here, probably hoping to see one of the actors of the play. Crescent had seen this play for more then ten times now, she knew the faces of the actors. Crescent was a rather special appearance. She was small, moved around with a certain suppleness with what some people would compare to a fox. She wore a long cloak that covered her whole body. Under her cloak, she had a belt, on which she had attached the knife her father had given her that one day. Her little snarky eyes went from left to right. After concluding there was nobody keeping watch she slipped through the crowd of people and disappeared behind the stage. Everybody knew there were no normal people allowed there, but she just wanted to take a look and see all the props that they had been using for herself.
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Re: The same play as always

op vr jan 12, 2018 10:59 pm

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A rather beautiful woman was watching him, eyeing him and he could see that she was hoping to get his attention. Lestat waited and waited, until she'd lose her hope, and then he started to glance back at her. She smiled, obviously attracted to him. Too bad, because she might just be his next meal. People called his 'name'. Not his real name, but his stage name. Trevas Sargen. The Sargen brothers and their sister Alenis Sargen. "It is an honor meeting you, Trevas," the woman told him and he smiled back, though his smile had something portentous in it. The woman did not notice. He pretended as if he was just as interested in her, which he wasn't. Lestat just wanted to bring this woman somewhere away from her to suck her blood. Maybe to take some pleasure out of it as well, since she was rather beautiful.

That was not going to happen. He sensed that someone just sneaked behind the stage. He stood still for a moment, not saying a word and the woman got confused. Then he turned around, not giving any attention to the woman's surprised reaction. He followed the scent of the girl. Vampires had stronger senses than most creatures. And then he spotted the smaller figure. A girl. Poor girl. She looked like an orphan, a homeless. He was creeping closer to her, not making a sound, until he was standing right behind her. "Are you lost, girl?" He asked ominous. Kids were easy to scare, and he kinda likes doing so. He wore a long, abundant, emerald green jacket and a white blouse with ridges underneath. His trousers and fancy brown leather shoes matched perfectly. He looked like a rich man, which he actually sorta was. It was easy to compel people and get the perfect clothes. So he might've made quite an impression on the young girl. He was ultimately outstanding comparing to the others of Brightwater's Keep.



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Re: The same play as always

op vr jan 12, 2018 11:52 pm
a bruise is a lesson and
each lesson makes us better
The props weren’t really that special, now she saw them lying in front of her. It was a shame the crown didn’t seem to be here. She had always wondered how it would be to wear a headpiece like that. Not that she was the girly type of girl, not at all. She never had been and probably never would. Yet she still wanted to try it someday. Wearing a crown was only something a select group of people would experience. She knew not her. Even though she was the oldest daughter of a lord, she would never wear a crown. Her father had enough riches to pay for the big manor they lived in. But he would never be as rich as certain royal families in Fallen Skies. Some days she wondered if he was going to call upon her to follow him in his line of succession. Not much lords wanted their daughters to take over, woman were considered as weak most of the time. Crescent was not weak. She was everything but weak, her father knew that.. she hoped he did.

A boring expression appeared on her face while she looked at the props, touched some of them – just for the fact so she could tell herself she touched it at least – and was just going explore a little bit more behind the stage when a voice caught her attention. Her eyes shifted from the props to the man in front of her. She recognized him within a few seconds, he was one of the main characters in the play. She hadn’t heard him encountering her, but she wasn’t scared. With her big eyes she looked up, but nothing in her body language showed any type of fear. “No, I’m not.” Her answer was easy and slightly challenging. She was just some child seeking trouble, that was what the man must think. Neither was she impressed by his clothing. Her father was dressed like that sometimes, although she knew he preferred clothing that just nice sitting. “Why are you creeping around? Didn’t hear you coming.” Crescent narrowed her eyes a bit, while she looked up to the blonde mans face.
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Re: The same play as always

op za jan 13, 2018 12:38 am

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The woman he had set his eyes on was tall, not as tall as Lestat is, but still tall. She had a tanned skin, chocolate brown eyes and charcoal colored hair, which was wavy like the sea. She would've been a nice snack, if the little girl hadn't distracted him. He gave no more attention to the beautiful lady and turned his back on her. Then he followed the young girl, until he stood right before he. She hadn't heard him coming and did not seem to be impressed by his appearance. She must've been just a girl searching for some trouble. And and it was certain that she was in trouble now. He contemplated about taking her as a snack, but wasn't sure yet.

She wasn't lost, she said. The challenge in her voice brought a grin to his smooth face and his eyes sparked rather grisly. "Then, what are you doing here?" He asked serene, with the eerie undertone that kept notable in his voice. He eyed the girl once more. She wasn't a homeless, for that she was far too well fed. Someone took care for her. She asked him a question and he laughed at that. "Child, there must be something wrong with your ears then," he answered. "So, who are you, girl?" He then asked. He was curious with whom he was dealing. He never drank the blood of a child, there wasn't much in them and it seemed rather sad, even to Lestat. Though he had heard rumors about the blood of a child, it tasted sweeter than that of an adult. So he wanted to try it sometime. And he was stil considering if that sometime would be now or later. People of the play walked past and glanced at them. The actor who played the brother of his character gave him a questioning look. "Just a child searching for trouble," he said to the actor, answering his questioning look. "I'll handle it," the vampire continued. This was his toy for now. Lucky for her, he wasn't going to kill her, nor was he going to compel her, since children were hardly believed.



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