This evening had been a good one so far. Panos had thought she had set him up but inr eality she hadn't. How would she know who would attend this evening? True she could have gave him a little notice so he may not have felt ambushed but what fun would that have been? He had wanted to start owning up to his problems didn't he? He would be angry with her for awhile, but he'd come back. Maybe now he would be forced out of his reclusive shell.
With a bounce in her step, Chryseis walked amongst the crowd and headed to one of her favorite paintings. Vlad had been a disturbed fellow and the fact that people actually painted the images from his horrific reign was amazing. Humans were silly.
As she approached the painting she noticed another woman standing before it. The look on her face hinted that she did not enjoy the piece as much as Chryseis did.
Is it the workmanship or the image that does not please you? She asked the pretty brunette.
The Translyvanian Experience Exhibit
The doors were almost ready to open. Everything was almost perfect.
Roisin Murphy and her band were setting up in the attrium courtyard for this evenings performance. The singer, Roisin, owned Chryseis a favor. They had encountered a run in with each other in a seedy club a few years back. Roisin's voice was sultry and different than Chryseis had ever heard before. Her music didnt really fit into a catagory although most classified it as electronic. It was light and jazzy and at times a bit dark and gothic.A good combination of melodies and a good fit for an exhibit opening that featured a more gothic theme.
The exhibit itself was off to the left of the main entrance. A large black banner hung over its entrance. Silver letters scrawled across it - The Translyvania Experience -.
Inside the exhibit, straight at it's center stood a pedstal containing a holographic image of Vlad the Impalers face. After fifteen seconds it switched to Gary Oldman's face as he looked in the movie Dracula.
Chryseis heard voices behind her. She blinked as Gary Oldman switched to Vlad, the doors had been opened and the first guests were arriving. She could hear one of the museum directors speeches.
As you may well know, author Bram Stoker based the title character of his 1897 novel Dracula on an actual human being, or should we say inhuman being. Stoker's vampire, while being loosely based on Vlad the Impaler, is nowhere near as threatening, nor as sadistic. Stoker's Dracula is a mysterious, somewhat sensual character who kills and feeds to survive, much like any being in nature. In fact, as much as there is reference to the evil of Dracula, it can be reasoned that all of his actions were motivated by survival. Vlad the Impaler, on the other hand, killed not to feed, but to revel in his own power, and just for the sheer pleasure of seeing the suffering of his numerous victims. Some would say that the more modern 'vampire' kills for both these reasons. Depending on who you ask and what movies you watch.
Chryseis grinned. She walked along the walls of the large exhibit checking each photo and painting. It was close to halloween and the exhibits opening fed off of the season and its peaked interest in the dead and undead for that matter.
In actuality it was a tribute to Vlad III of Romania. A very sadistic and horrific man who's history and reign of terror was very interesting and the basis for all vampires. Movies vampires at least, the ones the public knew about. Chryseis wished she had met Vlad, but unfortunatly she had missed that oppertunity.
During his reign, Vlad Dracula also had people decapitated, had their eyes gouged out, had them skinned alive, boiled, burnt, dismembered, eviscerated, or sometimes just physically disfigured for his own amusement. In one particular incident, Turkish ambassadors who had refused to remove their Phrygian caps in his presence were asked why they insulted him in such a manner. When they replied it was because their hats had to remain on their heads according to custom, he graciously honored their tradition by ordering their hats permanently nailed to their heads, never to be removed again.
The director lead the guests near a particularly bloody painting of castle Dracula and it's fence of the impaled. Quietly slipping past the crowd, Chryseis made her way out into the foyer. She could hear the band starting up outside and she grabbed herself a glass of champagne from a passing waiter.
(ooc - feel free to wander around! directors commentary from www.vladtheimpaler.com)
Chryseis Angelique
17 years ago
Chryseis Angelique
17 years ago
He hung his head in defeat. Her words hurt.
Yes, let's leave.
He didn't look for Chryseis to say goodbye. He could have cared less at that moment. He hated how he felt inside, nervous and afraid. Afraid that Alexandra would leave him completly. This was one of the many reasons why he had always stayed alone. Using women and then discarding them was so much easier.
How am I supossed to fix this? I can't unmake her. I have fucked up many times, and I dont blame Cyrus for his anger towards me. It's justified. I tried once to make contact with her, but by then it was already to late. She hung up on me and wouldnt let me speak, kinda like she did this evening. She had found Cyrus, who was already helping her. What could I do? Hey sorry I've been basically dead to you but i'm back and ready to help now? I left her alone because thats the only thing i knew to do. She was being taken care of. She didn't need me. She doesn't need Cyrus either. I wanted her because she had such potential, she just didn't know it yet. I had wanted her as a familiar and it just went bad.
He held the door of the museum open for her to exit. As she walked past him and out onto the steps he figured he should talk less about Fallon and more about her.
Alexandra, I don't want you to be my protector. Chryseis has done that for long enough. I don't know what we are either but I do know that you have reawakened me. I was lost in self pity and boredom and losing focus and then you have came along and changed all that. I don't want to hide anymore and most of all I don't want to lose you. I'm sorry I didn't tell you about Fallon before but I just didn't want to run you off so quickly. If you want, I can tell you why I also have members of Evenhet and Tacharan after me as well.
He was nearly babbling. As they walked down the street and he remembered something she had said.
Where are we going and what did you mean you have someone to look after now?
Yes, let's leave.
He didn't look for Chryseis to say goodbye. He could have cared less at that moment. He hated how he felt inside, nervous and afraid. Afraid that Alexandra would leave him completly. This was one of the many reasons why he had always stayed alone. Using women and then discarding them was so much easier.
How am I supossed to fix this? I can't unmake her. I have fucked up many times, and I dont blame Cyrus for his anger towards me. It's justified. I tried once to make contact with her, but by then it was already to late. She hung up on me and wouldnt let me speak, kinda like she did this evening. She had found Cyrus, who was already helping her. What could I do? Hey sorry I've been basically dead to you but i'm back and ready to help now? I left her alone because thats the only thing i knew to do. She was being taken care of. She didn't need me. She doesn't need Cyrus either. I wanted her because she had such potential, she just didn't know it yet. I had wanted her as a familiar and it just went bad.
He held the door of the museum open for her to exit. As she walked past him and out onto the steps he figured he should talk less about Fallon and more about her.
Alexandra, I don't want you to be my protector. Chryseis has done that for long enough. I don't know what we are either but I do know that you have reawakened me. I was lost in self pity and boredom and losing focus and then you have came along and changed all that. I don't want to hide anymore and most of all I don't want to lose you. I'm sorry I didn't tell you about Fallon before but I just didn't want to run you off so quickly. If you want, I can tell you why I also have members of Evenhet and Tacharan after me as well.
He was nearly babbling. As they walked down the street and he remembered something she had said.
Where are we going and what did you mean you have someone to look after now?
Panos Mehalitsenos
17 years ago
He hung his head in defeat. Her words hurt.
Yes, let's leave.
He didn't look for Chryseis to say goodbye. He could have cared less at that moment. He hated how he felt inside, nervous and afraid. Afraid that Alexandra would leave him completly. This was one of the many reasons why he had always stayed alone. Using women and then discarding them was so much easier.
How am I supossed to fix this? I can't unmake her. I have fucked up many times, and I dont blame Cyrus for his anger towards me. It's justified. I tried once to make contact with her, but by then it was already to late. She hung up on me and wouldnt let me speak, kinda like she did this evening. She had found Cyrus, who was already helping her. What could I do? Hey sorry I've been basically dead to you but i'm back and ready to help now? I left her alone because thats the only thing i knew to do. She was being taken care of. She didn't need me. She doesn't need Cyrus either. I wanted her because she had such potential, she just didn't know it yet. I had wanted her as a familiar and it just went bad.
He held the door of the museum open for her to exit. As she walked past him and out onto the steps he figured he should talk less about Fallon and more about her.
Alexandra, I don't want you to be my protector. Chryseis has done that for long enough. I don't know what we are either but I do know that you have reawakened me. I was lost in self pity and boredom and losing focus and then you have came along and changed all that. I don't want to hide anymore and most of all I don't want to lose you. I'm sorry I didn't tell you about Fallon before but I just didn't want to run you off so quickly. If you want, I can tell you why I also have members of Evenhet and Tacharan after me as well.
He was nearly babbling. As they walked down the street and he remembered something she had said.
Where are we going and what did you mean you have someone to look after now?
Yes, let's leave.
He didn't look for Chryseis to say goodbye. He could have cared less at that moment. He hated how he felt inside, nervous and afraid. Afraid that Alexandra would leave him completly. This was one of the many reasons why he had always stayed alone. Using women and then discarding them was so much easier.
How am I supossed to fix this? I can't unmake her. I have fucked up many times, and I dont blame Cyrus for his anger towards me. It's justified. I tried once to make contact with her, but by then it was already to late. She hung up on me and wouldnt let me speak, kinda like she did this evening. She had found Cyrus, who was already helping her. What could I do? Hey sorry I've been basically dead to you but i'm back and ready to help now? I left her alone because thats the only thing i knew to do. She was being taken care of. She didn't need me. She doesn't need Cyrus either. I wanted her because she had such potential, she just didn't know it yet. I had wanted her as a familiar and it just went bad.
He held the door of the museum open for her to exit. As she walked past him and out onto the steps he figured he should talk less about Fallon and more about her.
Alexandra, I don't want you to be my protector. Chryseis has done that for long enough. I don't know what we are either but I do know that you have reawakened me. I was lost in self pity and boredom and losing focus and then you have came along and changed all that. I don't want to hide anymore and most of all I don't want to lose you. I'm sorry I didn't tell you about Fallon before but I just didn't want to run you off so quickly. If you want, I can tell you why I also have members of Evenhet and Tacharan after me as well.
He was nearly babbling. As they walked down the street and he remembered something she had said.
Where are we going and what did you mean you have someone to look after now?
Alexandra
17 years ago
Nodding at his words Alex gave him a sad smile, taking hold of his arm she guided him to a more secluded spot of the exhibit.
"I don't know, I wish I could answer this for you but I can't all I know is that people won't forget this just like as if nothing happend, the way Cyrus looked at you, the anger in Fallon's words, I don't know what will happen, but I won't leave you, you're very special to me, don't ask me why.. you just are"
As he guided her out of the museum and on to the street she looked around for a moment, the streets were crowded at this time of night, she didn't feel like going into details about her private life out here on the sidewalk.
"I have my car parked closeby, how about we go down to club Eternity, they have more boots and private rooms there then the other clubs"
Listening to him talk about Chryseis and him not wanting to hide anymore she just nodded as they walked over to her car parked just around the corner from the museum, pressing the unlock button on her key she gestured from him to get in, sliding in next to him she started the engine, giving him a small smile at his last question she pulled up out of her parking spot.
"We'll talk later ok, like I said alot has changed for me, I have him to look after now"
(( ooc Alex and Panos out, pending responce ))
"I don't know, I wish I could answer this for you but I can't all I know is that people won't forget this just like as if nothing happend, the way Cyrus looked at you, the anger in Fallon's words, I don't know what will happen, but I won't leave you, you're very special to me, don't ask me why.. you just are"
As he guided her out of the museum and on to the street she looked around for a moment, the streets were crowded at this time of night, she didn't feel like going into details about her private life out here on the sidewalk.
"I have my car parked closeby, how about we go down to club Eternity, they have more boots and private rooms there then the other clubs"
Listening to him talk about Chryseis and him not wanting to hide anymore she just nodded as they walked over to her car parked just around the corner from the museum, pressing the unlock button on her key she gestured from him to get in, sliding in next to him she started the engine, giving him a small smile at his last question she pulled up out of her parking spot.
"We'll talk later ok, like I said alot has changed for me, I have him to look after now"
(( ooc Alex and Panos out, pending responce ))
Livia
17 years ago
The woman joining her was not overly startling as the event was crowded, but her comments pulled Livia from her musings. Holding her empty glass she sighed and shook her head. The pity she felt for humans moved her to want to help but she was quite unsure how.
"It always makes me sad to see the human race promote violence and death over more worthy actions like love or acceptance. So self destructive and shortsighted. What a thing to teach your children."
She had been raised surrounded by love and affection, as well as being far removed from violence of the era. To see that now the violence was self inflicted, not just the fits and starts of civilization, made her mourn the loss of the childrens innocence in this age. Perhaps the next one would be better she hoped. Though with the current foundation she doubted it.
"It always makes me sad to see the human race promote violence and death over more worthy actions like love or acceptance. So self destructive and shortsighted. What a thing to teach your children."
She had been raised surrounded by love and affection, as well as being far removed from violence of the era. To see that now the violence was self inflicted, not just the fits and starts of civilization, made her mourn the loss of the childrens innocence in this age. Perhaps the next one would be better she hoped. Though with the current foundation she doubted it.
Fallon
17 years ago
It was inevitable that this would occur at some point, as long as Panos was still alive and living in Nachton. The three of them were bound to run into each other eventually. All things considered, Fallon knew this evening went better than it could have as well. At least there had been no blood shed, and even though she had stumbled, she recovered better than she could have.
But it was his smile that told her everything would be fine, and that they really had survived something that could have been quite deadly. When she saw his expression lighten that way, Fallon hugged Cyrus tightly and nodded.
"Yes...yes lets. Let us leave this place, and go home, and talk about the fun things we can do later." Her own face now also held no evidence of anything horrible having insinuated itself into their lives. Once again her face showed the new Fallon who was in love, and happy, and enjoying her life.
After Cyrus called Ginger, Fallon returned to the warmth of his arms for one last kiss, and then under his protective guidance was led from the museum. Somehow Ginger always managed to make it back to where she had to be, and greeted them with the open limo door, as they walked from the building. With nothing to keep them any longer, Cyrus and Fallon climbed into the limo and once Ginger had closed the doors, were quickly back into each other's arms, ready to continue their evening in a much better manner and mood than the one they had just left behind.
(Cyrus and Fallon out)
But it was his smile that told her everything would be fine, and that they really had survived something that could have been quite deadly. When she saw his expression lighten that way, Fallon hugged Cyrus tightly and nodded.
"Yes...yes lets. Let us leave this place, and go home, and talk about the fun things we can do later." Her own face now also held no evidence of anything horrible having insinuated itself into their lives. Once again her face showed the new Fallon who was in love, and happy, and enjoying her life.
After Cyrus called Ginger, Fallon returned to the warmth of his arms for one last kiss, and then under his protective guidance was led from the museum. Somehow Ginger always managed to make it back to where she had to be, and greeted them with the open limo door, as they walked from the building. With nothing to keep them any longer, Cyrus and Fallon climbed into the limo and once Ginger had closed the doors, were quickly back into each other's arms, ready to continue their evening in a much better manner and mood than the one they had just left behind.
(Cyrus and Fallon out)
Ginnie
17 years ago
Ginnie didn't seem to be able to talk past the growing lump in her throat and felt like she was going to throw-up. She shook her head at his questions, put her champagne glass on the ground, straightened, and began to smooth her hands along her dress.
She managed a weak smile and a nod of her head. Why couldn't she pull it together? She'd done the right thing, made the right choice, but she felt torn and that tear filled her with guilt. She wanted to give into his advances and perhaps feed from him, but he'd want the same and she didn't let any other vampire bite her but Alec. She hadn't had male attention for so very long and then Alec came along and she found herself craving it all of the time. It was that need that put her guard down with Nic. He seemed to genuinely care and she had come to enjoy and need being cared about. It was absurd. She'd lived the entirety of her vampire life on her own, taking only what she needed from the men around her. What the hell was wrong with her? 'Oh my God, I'm going through a mid-life crisis. I've read about this. I'm fucking loosing my mind. That is the only explanation.'
Then suddenly she was enfolded in strong male arms and felt herself go from guilt-ridden crazy woman, to sane relaxed Ginnie. It was the most bizarre thing to ever have happened to her.
She let her head rest on Nic's shoulder and soaked in the comfort he was giving her. Now that the sexual tension was gone from him, she could be near him and not want to behave like a rabbit. She rested against him, and breathed deeply of his scent. It was familiar and comforting. 'Why the hell do I want to be comforted? I seriously need some help.'
Finally she pulled away from him and could smile. The movement of her lips lit up her face and she knew her eyes sparkled their emerald sparkle.
"Yes, Nic, I think we can be friends. Good friends." Her hand moved to his and gave it a gentle squeeze. "Thank you."
Nicholae;31999
"Are you okay, Ginnie...do you want something to eat...or to sit down? You don't look so hot."
Ginnie didn't seem to be able to talk past the growing lump in her throat and felt like she was going to throw-up. She shook her head at his questions, put her champagne glass on the ground, straightened, and began to smooth her hands along her dress.
"Listen...whether or not you're involved with anyone, if you're not into this whole thing, I can handle it. I find you tremendously attractive, and sexy as hell, but I won't force myself onto you. Whatever your reasons, and you don't owe them to me, I'll accept your unspoken request to leave you alone in that way, from now on."
She managed a weak smile and a nod of her head. Why couldn't she pull it together? She'd done the right thing, made the right choice, but she felt torn and that tear filled her with guilt. She wanted to give into his advances and perhaps feed from him, but he'd want the same and she didn't let any other vampire bite her but Alec. She hadn't had male attention for so very long and then Alec came along and she found herself craving it all of the time. It was that need that put her guard down with Nic. He seemed to genuinely care and she had come to enjoy and need being cared about. It was absurd. She'd lived the entirety of her vampire life on her own, taking only what she needed from the men around her. What the hell was wrong with her? 'Oh my God, I'm going through a mid-life crisis. I've read about this. I'm fucking loosing my mind. That is the only explanation.'
Then suddenly she was enfolded in strong male arms and felt herself go from guilt-ridden crazy woman, to sane relaxed Ginnie. It was the most bizarre thing to ever have happened to her.
"I hope this doesn't mean we can't be friends?"
She let her head rest on Nic's shoulder and soaked in the comfort he was giving her. Now that the sexual tension was gone from him, she could be near him and not want to behave like a rabbit. She rested against him, and breathed deeply of his scent. It was familiar and comforting. 'Why the hell do I want to be comforted? I seriously need some help.'
Finally she pulled away from him and could smile. The movement of her lips lit up her face and she knew her eyes sparkled their emerald sparkle.
"Yes, Nic, I think we can be friends. Good friends." Her hand moved to his and gave it a gentle squeeze. "Thank you."
Nicholae
17 years ago
For someone he didn't know well, Nic suspected Ginnie was one of the most complex women he'd ever met. He was sorry things didn't seem destined to be anything more between them, but was still glad he'd met her, and that he'd be able to pass her on the street and feel good knowing her.
Win some, lose some wasn't truly accurate, he was finding. He'd have to change that quip to Win some, lose some, and keep some for posterity.
Watching the play of emotions he got the idea that this wasn't easy for her either, and somehow that made Nic feel even better. He returned the squeeze to her hand, and then brought it to his lips, but the look he gave her over the top of her hand was a friendly, non-predatorial one.
"Just in case this 'thing' you've got going with that other person doesn't work out...keep me in mind. I'll certainly be here for you as a friend, no matter what you might need, but I'd still like to be more...no pressure...but you know...just in case."
Nic's eyes matched her's in sparkle, though he doubted she felt like falling into his the way he wanted to into hers. He winked to break the tension a little, and after releasing her hand put it around her shoulder again for a swift hug.
"I guess I'll leave you be then, now that I've created enough disturbance in your evening."
He teased with a soft laugh, and then let her go completely.
"Whoever they are...they're very lucky to have you Ginnie."
His gaze remained on her for several more seconds, drinking her in, but also making sure she was okay, before he nodded, turned, and went in search of more liquor.
Win some, lose some wasn't truly accurate, he was finding. He'd have to change that quip to Win some, lose some, and keep some for posterity.
Watching the play of emotions he got the idea that this wasn't easy for her either, and somehow that made Nic feel even better. He returned the squeeze to her hand, and then brought it to his lips, but the look he gave her over the top of her hand was a friendly, non-predatorial one.
"Just in case this 'thing' you've got going with that other person doesn't work out...keep me in mind. I'll certainly be here for you as a friend, no matter what you might need, but I'd still like to be more...no pressure...but you know...just in case."
Nic's eyes matched her's in sparkle, though he doubted she felt like falling into his the way he wanted to into hers. He winked to break the tension a little, and after releasing her hand put it around her shoulder again for a swift hug.
"I guess I'll leave you be then, now that I've created enough disturbance in your evening."
He teased with a soft laugh, and then let her go completely.
"Whoever they are...they're very lucky to have you Ginnie."
His gaze remained on her for several more seconds, drinking her in, but also making sure she was okay, before he nodded, turned, and went in search of more liquor.
Ginnie
17 years ago
She gave a small hallow laugh, she hoped to God that her relationship with Alec never came to a 'this isn't working out' point, it would kill her.
She hugged him back and laughed softly at his teasing. She really liked Nic and was sad to have disappointed him. That feeling increased when he called Alec lucky.
"Thank you, Nic. That means a lot."
She let herself get lost in his verdant eyes, and found herself blinking at the back of his head when he walked away. She looked around her and saw a bench near by, and sat slowly down, her entire body caught up in a gentle tremble. Pushing her hair back over her shoulder with a shaking hand, she did her best to keep from hyperventilating and to calm down enough to go back inside. She had a feeling it would take a really long time.
She hugged him back and laughed softly at his teasing. She really liked Nic and was sad to have disappointed him. That feeling increased when he called Alec lucky.
"Thank you, Nic. That means a lot."
She let herself get lost in his verdant eyes, and found herself blinking at the back of his head when he walked away. She looked around her and saw a bench near by, and sat slowly down, her entire body caught up in a gentle tremble. Pushing her hair back over her shoulder with a shaking hand, she did her best to keep from hyperventilating and to calm down enough to go back inside. She had a feeling it would take a really long time.
Nicholae
17 years ago
After leaving Ginnie, Nic wandered through the museum, but still wasn't impressed with the choice of artwork displayed. It boggled his mind that someone would pay to own such disgusting pieces of work, and he refused to call them art.
But then he suspected some of the more modern pieces he did like could be looked upon in much the same light by someone else. And in the big picture...it really didn't matter to Nic one way or the other. As long as he was allowed the freedom to like and buy what he did like, he couldn't condemn others for doing the same.
Thinking the evening was pretty much a wash, he had decided he might as well leave, and possibly head over to the Club Eternity, to see if he might pick up some pretty lady there, and not need to waste the entire night.
Spryly strolling towards the door, not at all upset at the way the evening had started out, Nic's eye happened to land upon the lovely Livia, and he slowed his steps. Nic knew who the woman was Livia was speaking to, after seeing her around the museum a few times during his visits, though he didn't know her personally. He wondered if Livia knew her from one of her prior visits, though that wasn't really why Nic changed the route of his path.
As he neared the two women, he stopped, and waited a few feet away. He looked at the pencil sketch on the wall in front of him, and casually listened to see if they were involved in anything he'd best not interrupt. If that turned out to be the case, he'd continue on with his plan to leave, and catch up with Livia some other time at the Towers. However, if it was just idle chit chit, Nic might take the opportunity now to say hello again, and possible even meet the curator.
But then he suspected some of the more modern pieces he did like could be looked upon in much the same light by someone else. And in the big picture...it really didn't matter to Nic one way or the other. As long as he was allowed the freedom to like and buy what he did like, he couldn't condemn others for doing the same.
Thinking the evening was pretty much a wash, he had decided he might as well leave, and possibly head over to the Club Eternity, to see if he might pick up some pretty lady there, and not need to waste the entire night.
Spryly strolling towards the door, not at all upset at the way the evening had started out, Nic's eye happened to land upon the lovely Livia, and he slowed his steps. Nic knew who the woman was Livia was speaking to, after seeing her around the museum a few times during his visits, though he didn't know her personally. He wondered if Livia knew her from one of her prior visits, though that wasn't really why Nic changed the route of his path.
As he neared the two women, he stopped, and waited a few feet away. He looked at the pencil sketch on the wall in front of him, and casually listened to see if they were involved in anything he'd best not interrupt. If that turned out to be the case, he'd continue on with his plan to leave, and catch up with Livia some other time at the Towers. However, if it was just idle chit chit, Nic might take the opportunity now to say hello again, and possible even meet the curator.
Chryseis Angelique
17 years ago
Simply put, the human race is stupid. Easily herded around like cattle. It doesn't take long for one group of people who want war and death to rally up others. They "follow orders" without questioning them. The end result? Violence and death. Vendetta's abound. Vlad himself had vendettas he carried out but i think in all reality, he was just a sicko who enjoyed torture. Every now and then a few loose ends are sent out into the world. No one paints pictures about more recent ones. When's the last time you saw a painting of a German concentration camp or Ted Bundy's victims? Slowly, they are making violence less available.
She grabbed another glass off a passing waiters tray.
Feelings of love and affection are often portrayed as weaknesses. No one fears a hug, but you'll fear a tire iron sailing towards your face. It's all controll issues.
Livia;32033
It always makes me sad to see the human race promote violence and death over more worthy actions like love or acceptance. So self destructive and shortsighted. What a thing to teach your children."
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Simply put, the human race is stupid. Easily herded around like cattle. It doesn't take long for one group of people who want war and death to rally up others. They "follow orders" without questioning them. The end result? Violence and death. Vendetta's abound. Vlad himself had vendettas he carried out but i think in all reality, he was just a sicko who enjoyed torture. Every now and then a few loose ends are sent out into the world. No one paints pictures about more recent ones. When's the last time you saw a painting of a German concentration camp or Ted Bundy's victims? Slowly, they are making violence less available.
She grabbed another glass off a passing waiters tray.
Feelings of love and affection are often portrayed as weaknesses. No one fears a hug, but you'll fear a tire iron sailing towards your face. It's all controll issues.
Panos Mehalitsenos
17 years ago
Club Eternity is fine with me.
He looked out the side window as the drove away, her last sentence leaving him a little unnerved.
She had said 'him'.
(ooc- Panos out)
He looked out the side window as the drove away, her last sentence leaving him a little unnerved.
She had said 'him'.
(ooc- Panos out)
Ginnie
17 years ago
Out, she had to get out. She needed to get away from this place. Away from what she'd done. She needed liqueur and a lot of it. She took the little clutch purse off of her wrist and pulled her blackberry out of it. With a quick browse through her to-do list she discovered she still needed to find that punk ass junkie. He was being elusive and her debacle with Nic and encounter with Sam had turned her off of Club E. It was there she would go now, and she'd drink herself drunk, catch the slimy bastard and bleed him to death. Violence and liqueur were the only answers she had now.
She walked quickly through the museum, noticed Nic standing near two other women. Her path led her past him, and unless she wanted to walk all the way around the other side she had no choice but to take the way before her. Sighing, and forcing tears back, she practically ran through the exhibit, passing as just a few feet from Nic. She didn't stop to acknowledge him or her run until she got to the safety of to her car.
((Ginnie Out))
She walked quickly through the museum, noticed Nic standing near two other women. Her path led her past him, and unless she wanted to walk all the way around the other side she had no choice but to take the way before her. Sighing, and forcing tears back, she practically ran through the exhibit, passing as just a few feet from Nic. She didn't stop to acknowledge him or her run until she got to the safety of to her car.
((Ginnie Out))
Nicholae
17 years ago
As Nic stood there, trying to listen, he couldn't help but see Ginnie as she nearly raced past him as she left the museum. Noticing she didn't seem to be in the best of spirits, and worse than he'd left her in the garden, he started to go after her. He stopped after a few steps, and watched her body disappear through the crowd, and out the door, he assumed.
It occurred to Nic that Ginnie must have demons of her own to battle, and though he could wish differently for her, till the cows came home, he wouldn't be able to help her, friend or not. He hoped whoever her lover was, they might be more successful.
Moving back to where he had just come from, Nic gave up trying to overhear what Livia and her friend were talking about. The evening wasn't getting any longer, so he instead turned and smiled in her direction, hoping she'd see him and extend her own smile.
It occurred to Nic that Ginnie must have demons of her own to battle, and though he could wish differently for her, till the cows came home, he wouldn't be able to help her, friend or not. He hoped whoever her lover was, they might be more successful.
Moving back to where he had just come from, Nic gave up trying to overhear what Livia and her friend were talking about. The evening wasn't getting any longer, so he instead turned and smiled in her direction, hoping she'd see him and extend her own smile.
Livia
17 years ago
Holding her empty glass in both hands, Livia sighed sadly at the other woman's assessment. While she still felt there was too much violence portrayed by today's society she knew it was more Hollywood violence not reality as it was even a hundred years ago. Sighing and shaking her head, her voice was quiet as she spoke.
"Poor things. Society may have taken the violence out of every day life, but they foolishly put it back in with television and movies."
Shaking off the sad feeling, Livia turned to put up her empty glass and take a new one from a passing waiter. Spying a familiar face nearby she smiled.
"Nic!"
"Poor things. Society may have taken the violence out of every day life, but they foolishly put it back in with television and movies."
Shaking off the sad feeling, Livia turned to put up her empty glass and take a new one from a passing waiter. Spying a familiar face nearby she smiled.
"Nic!"
Nicholae
17 years ago
"Hello Livia. You're looking wonderful as usual."
And usual for him meant the two times he'd seen her, though he doubted she would ever look otherwise.
At her recognition Nic walked to her side, put a friendly arm around her waist, kissed her temple and smiled at her then the other woman. It was, perhaps, a more familiar action than most would have done, but Nic's personality, coupled with his attraction for Livia, made the movement seem very natural.
Removing his arm but remaining close, Nic then held his hand towards the person he'd seen at the museum countless times before.
"Hello, my name is Nicholae Lache. I hope I'm not interrupting anything. I've seen you around the museum several times before...are you the curator responsible for this interesting exhibit?"
He glanced back at Livia while he waited for a response, still smiling, then returned his eyes to the other woman. He was really more interested in Livia at the moment, but followed the dictates of etiquette always.
And usual for him meant the two times he'd seen her, though he doubted she would ever look otherwise.
At her recognition Nic walked to her side, put a friendly arm around her waist, kissed her temple and smiled at her then the other woman. It was, perhaps, a more familiar action than most would have done, but Nic's personality, coupled with his attraction for Livia, made the movement seem very natural.
Removing his arm but remaining close, Nic then held his hand towards the person he'd seen at the museum countless times before.
"Hello, my name is Nicholae Lache. I hope I'm not interrupting anything. I've seen you around the museum several times before...are you the curator responsible for this interesting exhibit?"
He glanced back at Livia while he waited for a response, still smiling, then returned his eyes to the other woman. He was really more interested in Livia at the moment, but followed the dictates of etiquette always.
Chryseis Angelique
17 years ago
You come here often? Chryseis asked the young man who had walked up. There was suprize in her voice but not on her face.
His had said his name was Nicholae and he knew the woman she had been speaking to by the way he acted.
No your not interupting at all. We were just discussing the wonderfully graphic paintings. My name is Chryseis Angelique and yes I'm the currator. More of a collector of fine artifacts if you will. Pleased to meet you Nicolae.
His had said his name was Nicholae and he knew the woman she had been speaking to by the way he acted.
No your not interupting at all. We were just discussing the wonderfully graphic paintings. My name is Chryseis Angelique and yes I'm the currator. More of a collector of fine artifacts if you will. Pleased to meet you Nicolae.
Nicholae
17 years ago
He had been correct in his assumption of her connection to the museum, and he nodded when she asked of his visiting practices.
"In fact, this was one of the very first places I attended the very day I arrived. I've always loved the way art can not only bridge the centuries, by bringing memories and thoughts of the past to us, but I also like the way the familiarity of pieces help make me feel at home. Going into a museum in a new city, and seeing works of Rembrandt, for instance make me feel immediately in touch with my surroundings. "
I know you have The Music Party, and Winter Landscape in the museum, as I view them all the time. It's a testament to your knowledge of art, as well as your great skills of negotiation I'm sure, that has brought those pieces here. For that alone you should be valued highly by your employers. And while the subject matter of your current exhibit is a little outside my tastes, I can appreciate the styles of several artists shown here. As subjective as art is, I've learned to look for the things about pieces that I like. And I can honestly say I've seen many pieces that remind me a lot of Rembrandt's style.
But please, I didn't come over here intending to commandeer the conversation. I'm no expert on art, to be sure, but am glad I had the opportunity to tell you how much I enjoy your gallery."
He realized he had been rambling and could only assume it was partially Livia's influence, coupled with the mood he'd been left in after Ginnie's departure. Whatever the cause, he just hoped he hadn't come off sounding terribly pompous.
"In fact, this was one of the very first places I attended the very day I arrived. I've always loved the way art can not only bridge the centuries, by bringing memories and thoughts of the past to us, but I also like the way the familiarity of pieces help make me feel at home. Going into a museum in a new city, and seeing works of Rembrandt, for instance make me feel immediately in touch with my surroundings. "
I know you have The Music Party, and Winter Landscape in the museum, as I view them all the time. It's a testament to your knowledge of art, as well as your great skills of negotiation I'm sure, that has brought those pieces here. For that alone you should be valued highly by your employers. And while the subject matter of your current exhibit is a little outside my tastes, I can appreciate the styles of several artists shown here. As subjective as art is, I've learned to look for the things about pieces that I like. And I can honestly say I've seen many pieces that remind me a lot of Rembrandt's style.
But please, I didn't come over here intending to commandeer the conversation. I'm no expert on art, to be sure, but am glad I had the opportunity to tell you how much I enjoy your gallery."
He realized he had been rambling and could only assume it was partially Livia's influence, coupled with the mood he'd been left in after Ginnie's departure. Whatever the cause, he just hoped he hadn't come off sounding terribly pompous.
Livia
17 years ago
Livia smiled warmly as Nic walked over to her. His quick kiss and warm arm around her were nice though a bit more friendly than she would prefer for her second meeting of him. Odd that she had now run into him twice, still it was good to see a familiar face, and a handsome one at that.
Blushing slightly at his forwardness she thanked him. "Grazie. You are looking quite handsome this evening."
With a nod and smile she introduced herself to the curator. "Livia Pecora. Pleasure to meet you. I always enjoy my visits to the museum though I have been away for two years. I shall have to come back some time to see if your Rennisance collection has grown."
Listening happily as her clanmate discussed his art tastes and complimented the gallery she wondered what he thought of the piece in front of them. Returning her eyes to the horrific scene painted before them.
"We were just discussing violence and the human race. I fear the pictures displayed here sadden me greatly."
Blushing slightly at his forwardness she thanked him. "Grazie. You are looking quite handsome this evening."
With a nod and smile she introduced herself to the curator. "Livia Pecora. Pleasure to meet you. I always enjoy my visits to the museum though I have been away for two years. I shall have to come back some time to see if your Rennisance collection has grown."
Listening happily as her clanmate discussed his art tastes and complimented the gallery she wondered what he thought of the piece in front of them. Returning her eyes to the horrific scene painted before them.
"We were just discussing violence and the human race. I fear the pictures displayed here sadden me greatly."
Nicholae
17 years ago
Because of Nic's friendly demeanor, he'd given up a long time ago on worrying about invading someone else's space. He trusted now that if his 'touchy feely' actions bothered anyone, that they would speak up. Occasionally this did happen, and he never took it personally, but would quickly make the necessary adjustments in his position and body language until the other person was comfortable again.
Since Livia drew no attention to the position of his hand, or earlier hug, nothing about it crossed his mind, outside of the fact that she smelled great, and felt very soft.
At her returned compliment he gave her a short, quick bow, and then looked at the painting they were standing in front of.
"I'm not a fan of such depictions either, though I find them distasteful, rather than sad. Truly, I think the real beauty we have available to see outweighs these random images of horror. And, I'm not one to dwell on anything that makes me sad...what's the value in that?"
Nic didn't like thinking of his friends being sad either, especially when it was caused by something avoidable. Chucking Livia under the chin very lightly, Nic grinned, and winked.
"And you shouldn't let such things distress you either, not when there are lighter works such as the Monet flowers, or Picasso abstracts, or gorgeous nudes by Cezanne, and Waterhouse, that are housed right here for our pleasure."
It occurred to him that he would find it intriguing to walk the corridors of the museum with Livia and see her reaction to some of his favorite pieces. He was also curious to see what it was that her tastes appreciated.
Since Livia drew no attention to the position of his hand, or earlier hug, nothing about it crossed his mind, outside of the fact that she smelled great, and felt very soft.
At her returned compliment he gave her a short, quick bow, and then looked at the painting they were standing in front of.
"I'm not a fan of such depictions either, though I find them distasteful, rather than sad. Truly, I think the real beauty we have available to see outweighs these random images of horror. And, I'm not one to dwell on anything that makes me sad...what's the value in that?"
Nic didn't like thinking of his friends being sad either, especially when it was caused by something avoidable. Chucking Livia under the chin very lightly, Nic grinned, and winked.
"And you shouldn't let such things distress you either, not when there are lighter works such as the Monet flowers, or Picasso abstracts, or gorgeous nudes by Cezanne, and Waterhouse, that are housed right here for our pleasure."
It occurred to him that he would find it intriguing to walk the corridors of the museum with Livia and see her reaction to some of his favorite pieces. He was also curious to see what it was that her tastes appreciated.