Post by Marie on Dec 1, 2014 17:40:01 GMT -7
Azalea had managed to get loose from the castle at last, she was starting to feel stuffy living so close to her family. Just like old times she thought as she downed her shot of whiskey. The bartender poured her another glass after giving him a hand signal, she swirled the liquid in her glass. Life couldn't get another better. She turned around on her stool and lent back onto the bar as she scanned the tavern. Not many people were out yet, she heard the place did attract a certain type of youthful crowd after local punting hours. Downing her drink again, she closed her eyes listening to the country music in the background as she tapped her cowboy boot clad foot on the stool bar. Azalea was wearing her favourite dark blue jeans with a white fitted shirt, casual in her opinion.
Rebekah was new in town, naturally coloured platinum hair, with piercing blue eyes. She was born of Nordic Viking nobility, however had taken it upon herself to tour the Americas. Dressed in black shorts that were ripped at the bottom, a checked shirt that hung open with an under top and then big black army boots - she was dressed to live in the wilderness. She slipped her bow across her chest as she went over to the bar, a day of hunting tired her out and she was desperate to find a place to stay. Leaning against the bar and throwing her pouch of arrows onto the bar, she ignored the various stares as she tried to get the bartender's attention but failed. She sighed as she pulled out leaves and twigs from her hair, sleeping rough at the top of trees was great but the logging season was coming and she didn't want to be victim to a rude awakening. She was a vampire, a fierce one at that, however she did not realise if she had stepped onto known territory.
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Rebekah was new in town, naturally coloured platinum hair, with piercing blue eyes. She was born of Nordic Viking nobility, however had taken it upon herself to tour the Americas. Dressed in black shorts that were ripped at the bottom, a checked shirt that hung open with an under top and then big black army boots - she was dressed to live in the wilderness. She slipped her bow across her chest as she went over to the bar, a day of hunting tired her out and she was desperate to find a place to stay. Leaning against the bar and throwing her pouch of arrows onto the bar, she ignored the various stares as she tried to get the bartender's attention but failed. She sighed as she pulled out leaves and twigs from her hair, sleeping rough at the top of trees was great but the logging season was coming and she didn't want to be victim to a rude awakening. She was a vampire, a fierce one at that, however she did not realise if she had stepped onto known territory.
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