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Post by Asmaa Darzi on Jul 18, 2009 14:30:24 GMT -5
One thing Asmaa loved about the 90s were the trends that she'd missed out on when she was actually her age. Slumber parties were not very common a century ago, even more uncommon in the vampire world. Vampires were mostly solitary beings, traveling in packs was for protection, not companionship. So for a Vampire to invite others into their sanctum was entirely unheard of. But Asmaa was never the contemporary creature during any lifetime.
She'd spent most of the evening preparing her flat for her guests, unsure of what to expect she'd set up the dining table with a carafe of O+, and various snack type items. She'd set up a circle of pillows in her living room and rented a few teen horror flicks out of mockery on VHS.
She'd known the girls briefly, and figured that they would either show and go along with her unusual behaviors, show and cause trouble, or she'd just sit there all day in her apartment with blacked out curtains. She was really hoping the first would happen. If vampires socially interacted for other reasons than networking, perhaps the species would be better for it. If everybody lives forever we may as well be cordial and not indifferent. Stereotypes were meant to be broken.
She'd bought her first set of pajamas at dusk, the sales clerk told her that pink was her color. Never having thought so throughout her teenage years she figured that maybe the definition of pink had changed. Either way she could always kill whoever riddiculed her.
She pulled at the ends of her long sleeves as she heard footsteps approaching the door. When the first arrival reached the matt she actually fumbled for the doorknob. Before opening the door she inhaled slowly and deeply to "see" who was at the door. Upon recognition she opened the door and put on her well rehersed smile. "Hi! So glad you could make it."
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Post by Mei Beauchene on Aug 30, 2009 14:00:37 GMT -5
Mei had never been to a real sleep over before, much less one full of vampires. Vampires weren't particularly known for being social, or friendly, or anything really. It was more of a "vampire solidarty, rah, rah ,rah....get out of my face" sort of thing. But she decided to accept the invitation anyways.
She wasn't totally care-free. Even though she knew Asmaa wasn't your typical vampire, she wasn't sure how the evening was going to go. She was still a little cautious as she ascended the staircase leading to Asmaa's second floor flat. It was a nice neighboorhood, but not someplace you'd expect a hundred-year old vampire to live. They mostly lived in nice apartments in the city or "Estates" or mansions, with all the interest their bank accounts collected. Then again, Asmaa wasn't like most vampires.
Her mind was more at ease when Asmaa opened the door smiling. Mei couldn't help herself. The sleeping-bag that was resting gently under her arm dropped to the floor as she nearly leaped with glee, giving Asmaa an over-enthusiastic hug. (Hey, she was only eight, give her a break.)
"I'm so happy we're doing this!" Mei exclaimed, "is anybody else here?" She said, craning her neck past Asmaa looking into her home.
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Post by Asmaa Darzi on Apr 29, 2010 23:52:07 GMT -5
This girl was so enthusiastic is was almost contagious. She didn't want to be rude, she simply smiled warmly, and stepped aside to let the girl in. She shut the door behind her.
"No," She answered, "Nobody else has arrived yet. But they should soon. inshallah" She still had a habit of letting her Arabic slip up. But you can't fight who (or what) you are. Asmaa learned that a long time ago. It's how she came to terms with everything in her life. Her sight, hevampirism, the lonliness, everything. She figured if she let little things like that bother her, she'd be unhappy for eternity. And (as she learned over the years) forever is a lot longer than it seems.
She hadn't heard the girl drop her things. "You can just set you stuff down anywhere in the living room." She offered. "That's where the events will be taking place this evening. She always made sure to smile and be pleasant around others. She couldn't see others expressions, but wanted hers to always be obvious and cordial.
"There's punch" She smirked, "On the table." She couldn't help it. The vampire craze in this town was just getting riddiculous. "Feel free to help yourself."
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Post by Mei Beauchene on May 8, 2010 14:09:28 GMT -5
Mei glided past the opening Asmaa had made for her, and looked around the woman's apartment. It was cute. Nothing special, just your typical, onebedroom flat. It was just outside the big city, but close enough for her to access everything a local vamp needed. A nice, quiet place.
There was a television in the living room, it looked new. Asmaa had probably bought it just for tonight. Mei could smell the packing peanuts in the other room. How thoughtful. She looked around, there were pillows scattered about the floor and furniture in the living room. Mei was the first one there, so she didn't havea reference point for where to put her belongings. Luckily, Asmaa must've sensed it and told her that anywhere was fine. "Oh, Okay." She responded shyly.
She hated when people said, 'anywhere is fine', they never meant it. And they usually moved your stuff anyway. Mei stuck her tongue out, knowing Asmaa couldn't see her, and then found a corner in the room to put her bag down.
Asmaa had announced that there was "punch" at the table. Asmaa was smirking. Mei giggled. People were beginning to become Vamp-crazy as of late. With all the T.V. Shows and romance novels. It was seriously riddiculous. If people really knew that we were out there, they would begin a freaking crusade. At least that's what the older vamps said. And from their horror stories, it wasn't pleasant.
Mei shook the bad thoughts out of her head, and walked over to the dining table. It was wooden, and looked like it could comfortably seat four. She got herself some punch. It would just be rude to ask the blind woman to get it for her. She was perfectly capable of taking care of yourself.
She took a sip of some very tasty O+, "So," Mei broke the ice, "What prompted you to throw this little party?"
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Post by Asmaa Darzi on May 13, 2010 11:37:28 GMT -5
The Beauchene girl had giggled at Asmaa's little joke. Vampire-fanatics were just riddiculous. Living forever was not all it was cracked up to be. Asmaa had always found it insulting when someone wished her a "long and happy life". What if she didn't want to live a long life, and it's very hard, if not impossible to have a long and happy life. You can't be happy when you're old a decrepid. (Not that Asmaa ever would be old or decrepid)
Asmaa felt for an empty cup, and picked it up. She kept the tip of her index finger on the inside of the rim of the cup as she filled it with "punch", when the tip of her finger became wet, she stopped filling her cup. She licked the little bit of blood off her finger as Mei asked her question.
"Hmm, I wondered when someone would ask," She began, it was really uncommon, "Vampires are just a too solitary race. The only way we can survive in this world is if we stick together." Her tone was bright and friendly, but her face was a serious as the plague. Ugh, the plague, what terrible times. "And what better way for the ladies of our little community to better acquaint ourselves than a little lighthearted sleepover?" She smiled. Why hadn't anyone else thought of it?
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Post by Mei Beauchene on Jul 15, 2010 20:36:41 GMT -5
Mei stared intently as Asmaa filled her glass. She had always wondered how blind people poured glasses. "Hm," she said, absent-mindedly. Not noticing that Asmaa would probably have heard her.
Asmaa didn't seem to notice or care, and preceded to answer her question. She had a very valid point; for the most part, Vampires kept to themselves. The only time she'd heard of covens truly sticking together, was the "vegetarian" vampires. She'd tried going veggie once (even though she did eat human food from time to time), it just wasn't her thing.
And, with the increase of hunters in the area, it was probably better for everyone to at least have eachother's phone numbers. It wasn't hard to take out a human, but it would be easier to take down a hunter if he were outnumbered.
She had to give props to the female hunters out there. The woman bad-ass was becoming popular. As both a woman, and an asian, she could appreciate it. She'd visited her mother's family once when she was a baby. And from what she remembered (not that it was long ago), women pretty much did all the housework. BLah blah blah.
"Good point," was all Mei could think to answer. And after that she let the silence grow until it was noticably uncomfortable. Neither of them moving a centimeter. "So," Mei broke the silence, "Who else did you invite?"
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Post by Asmaa Darzi on Aug 16, 2010 10:21:04 GMT -5
It was after Asmaa's explanation as to why she decided to have this little get-together that it occured to her that she didn't really know how to act around other vampires. She knew how she was by herself, and she knew how to put on the "human charade," but how did one act around one's own kind? Vampires weren't known to be social creatures.
Luckily Mei was a child when she was turned, but she looked much older than she was. She'd heard Mei's story through the grapevine many, many times: She was born looking like an old woman, and as she aged she became younger and younger. She recalled a similar story about a young man named Benjamin Button. Unfortunately for this poor girl, she was turned at age 8, even though she appeared to be a young adult. It didn't appear that this bothered the young girl. She still loved life (or un-life), and acted as if she was going to make the most of it.
She'd asked Asmaa another question. Who had she invited? She obviously invited the walking contradiction before her, and she'd invited Ms. Cynthia Gage, although she doubted that Gage would show. She practically personified "solitary vamp"; she'd also invited "The Cleaner", but assumed she would be far too busy with her job to join. It never hurt to ask, though. "Inshallah Ms. Gage will show, and a few others," she'd invited only females, as was custom, until she remembered, "Oh! And Beau Shepherd." He was gay, so that was like a girl, right? And since when did Vampires follow the rules of society?
"Why do you ask?" It suddenly occured to Asmaa that this could go horribly wrong. What if the other vampires had issues with eachother? Asmaa wouldn't know because we didn't really communicate. Crap.
OOC: Mei's character basis has changed from Half-breed to Ben Button, her registration will be changed accordingly, we discussed this via PM
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Post by Beau Shepherd on Aug 16, 2010 22:26:01 GMT -5
There were two reasons why Beau had an extreme sense of apprehension about the upcoming event. One, he hadn't known the woman who approached him last week and invited him to her place. Or at least, didn't know her very well, other than by name, association, and reputation. And two, and more importantly, due to his general lack of interest in popular culture and the time era he was familiar with, he had little to no clue what a "sleepover" actually was. But, due to an extreme curiousity and an empty calendar, he figured he'd give it a shot.
He marched up the steps, noting the simple yet clean styling of the apartment complex. It wasn't homey to say the least, but it did quell his senses. It was a lot more upscale than his rented single-story, though he did have sophisticated tastes and did the best he could with the budget he was on. He quickly glanced at the address that he'd taken down on his phone, and confirmed that this indeed was the place. Well, here went a very hopeful nothing.
He knocked, but took it upon himself to enter, as the door was partially open anyway. The voices he heard from the other side of the wall when he'd been walking up were both feminine, one belonging to the woman who'd invited him over. Asmaa Darzi was dressed interestingly in pajamas and was currently inviting a younger looking girl to a drink. Dear god, he hoped it was alcoholic.
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Post by Asmaa Darzi on Aug 16, 2010 22:38:01 GMT -5
She'd heard Mei's lips part to answer, but as cut off by another sound. She'd forgotten to completely shut the door. An elementary mistake for a Vamp her age. She inhaled quickly, and registered the smell as one of her own. Potentially male. Which meant it was either Mr. Shepherd, or what those humans called a "party crasher".
In a moment she was at the door, stopping just sort of where the reverberations off the objects around her told her there was a human form. (ha. HUMAN) He appeared to be shorter than the average male, but didn't by any means underestimate her guess. She placed a well-rehearsed smile on her face and asked the loaded question, "Can I help you?" She would either help him into the party or out of this life. Depending on who her intruder was. She was facing him, but was never sure if she was actually "looking" at him. She'd always been a little self conscious about that.
"Mei," She called without moving. What was the point in turning around if she couldn't technically "see" her anyways? "We have another guest."
Smile still in place, fangs and all she introduced herself, "I'm Asmaa." Arabs have always been known for their hospitality.
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Post by The Cleaner on Aug 21, 2010 17:22:30 GMT -5
The Cleaner had never responded to a call that wasn't work related. This was highly unusual, and it intrigued her. Confidentiality was what made this business sucessful, and Asmaa just let whomever else was attending this know that she used the Cleaner's services. This was riddiculous. She shouldn't even be here. And yet, there she was. Her girls were very much capable of running the business for one night. Plus she had her new cell phone, in the event that they needed her. She had the phone clutched in one hand, and a "sleeping bag" underneath her other arm as she ascended the stairs. Why in the hell would a blind woman live upstairs? From what she heard, Asmaa wasn't completely without sight, she had a sonar thing working for her. Like a bat. (How ironic.) She went to knock on the door, but it was already open, and Asmaa and a young man The Cleaner hadn't seen before were having some sort of stand off. So The Cleaner stood there in her "pajamas". Well, they weren't exactly pajamas, it was a cotton nightgown that had a slit up to her thigh, underneath were some black leggings, in the event she needed to make a quick get-away. Her job was dangerous, and she was always ready for anything. She took a step to the side, and, upon seeing the young man's face she projected, "Ah, Mr. Shepherd, you're here as well." Everyone knew The Cleaner's voice better than her face. If you stuck around long enough to meet face to face, you were either in really big trouble, or an idiot.
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Post by Asmaa Darzi on Aug 27, 2010 15:00:23 GMT -5
Asmaa could hear a second set of foot steps ascending the stairs. Perhaps this wasn't such a good idea. Asmaa no longer felt in control, which was highly unusual for a vampire. She'd let practically the entire community into her home, her secret sanctum. (Well, it wasn't that secret, she'd previously been listed in the phonebook. She'd given being a therapist a shot, decided that she really couldn't care less about humanity's mundane problems, and retired.)
The Cleaner's voice broke the unsettling silence. Asmaa could tell almost anyone by their voice, and The Cleaner's voice was one she was almost certain the whole vampire population knew. If you stuck around long enough to see her face, you were either in serious trouble, looking for a job, or sticking your nose where it didn't belong. (Asmaa was never the latter, she wanted to keep her remaining senses in tact)
So it was just two more invited guests. Okay, she could deal with that. This was why they were here, to form bonds that would improve their immortality. Vampire hunting had become something of a sport among human badasses. And, while Asmaa was all for badassery, she was not suicidal. "I see the Cleaner has decided to grace us with her presence," Asmaa said with absolutely no sarcasm. It was no small feat for this woman to take a night off from what was undoubtedly the most important job in the Vampire world, aside from owning a blood bank. (Or working as a coroner.)
She then addressed the young man who was standing silent amongst them, "And Mr. Shepherd! So glad you could make it." Asmaa's little plan was coming together. She ushered them into the family room, where Mei could see them from the open dining area. None of which had ever really been used. Asmaa then found her way to the door, and shut it, lest an uninvited guest show up.
"Could I interest any of you in some punch?" Asmaa smiled darkly. The playing on words thing never seemed to get old. But that was probably because it had only been around for a decade or so. In a century she'd probably stab someone who overused them.
OOC: Julia, Amber, POST!
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Post by The Cleaner on Nov 22, 2010 21:27:29 GMT -5
The Cleaner was not one for being herded around like a helpless little sheep. Not that any vampire did. Vampires were predators, they always had to be in control. The Cleaner could see the general dissatisfaction on everyone's face as Asmaa corraled them into her living room. Hah, living room. Rooms had funny names if you were a vampire.
The Cleaner smirked when Asmaa offered everyone "punch", those kind of jokes were getting old, but were still funny. She glanced around the room, everyone seemed amused by her little pun. Oh , those were the days. The Cleaner remembered the days when she was just a regular vampire, before she found her calling. She had a name before she was just "The Cleaner", but she burned that from her identity decades ago, along with her old identity.
Her reminiscence had clouded her view of the present. She shook her head and looked up at Asmaa, which in retrospect was a little stupid. That wouldn't be an indicator to the woman that she was addressing her. "Yes, Asmaa," she smiled, more for everyone else's benefit, "I would love a glass."
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