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Post by Smoothie on Feb 3, 2006 0:32:01 GMT
Wic is surprised by Trey's forwardness but it is not unwelcome. He pauses and shows his teeth for a moment in what looks like an unnaturally wide grin... or snear as the newcomer's beast and his meet for the first time. Then the moment passes.
You just know, if you were alive, the hairs on the back of your neck would never be able to lie down in his presence. But, other than that rictus grin, once it passes, he shows no other signs of his Haunt nature.
Wic is neither tall nor short, fat nor thin. He has dark brown, almost black, wavey hair that reaches down his back a bit. He might have been handsom but his eyes are a bit too small. He wears various shades of black: a baggy leather jacket with some studds and suade dangling strips or 'fringe', a button-up shirt, faded, baggy Levi's, well worn workboots and a nearly grey tophat.
While his mode of dress is mildly eccentric, it's not so uncommon in the Big Easy. Anyway, he manages to pull it off, or maybe it's just the air of menace about him that makes others reluctant to comment on it.
He is obviously from Eastern Europe. His reply is thickly accented, "Never better, and you?" He looks you and your friend over, then offers his hand.
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Post by Treyvon Johnson on Feb 3, 2006 1:42:53 GMT
I don't flinch as my Beast and his meet each other for the first time. His cursed grin doesn't phase me either, though I definately need a good day's rest. Outwardly, at least. Fortunately, he's one of the better looking Haunts.
"I'm cool, man. Just felt like seeing if there's any new blood in town, pardon the pun. Where're you from?"
I pull a strand of my dreads out of my face as I look at the shorter man.
Trey stands at 6'4. He's got an athletic build, pure, smooth skin, dark brown skinny dradlocks. He's wearing a pair of obviously designer jeans, cinnamon brown suade boots and a fitted longsleeve shirt that has a cut on the side. Though he's got a bit of a southern drawl and urban speech, it's still a bit polished.
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Post by Smoothie on Feb 3, 2006 15:21:20 GMT
Wic watches the taller man pull the dreads out of his face, looks at his own extended hand, gives an unsurprised shrug and loops his thumb through a belt loop. He answers, "I am from Eastern Europe." He gives him an appraising look and continues, "Where are you from?" He waits for an answer with a small humorless smile.
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Post by Treyvon Johnson on Feb 3, 2006 16:42:16 GMT
((Ick, I didn't even notice the hand extended. It's okay though, cuz neither would Trey  )) "I'm from right here in the Big Easy. Europe, huh? I knew a kid from Russia, but your accent doesn't sound quite the same. So what brings you to 'Nawlins?"I do my best not to look at Wic's smile. Mabe he should scowl all day, it's less unnerving. |
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Post by Smoothie on Feb 4, 2006 1:34:47 GMT
((Figured you just missed the hand thing, but also figured it'd work out this way too. We can 're-do' it if it matters. That goes for any future oversights as well. His smile isn't always so strange looking, just when I mention it being too wide or something like that.))
"Who are you?" he asks in response. ...And why are you interviewing me?
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Post by Treyvon Johnson on Feb 4, 2006 2:23:59 GMT
Trey smiles without showing teeth.
"Trey Johnson. And you are...?"
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Post by Smoothie on Feb 4, 2006 2:40:40 GMT
"I am Victor Karichi. I come to this place by ship." He pauses a moment, relaxing, a bit of good humor replacing the caution in his eyes.
His name comes out as "Wicktor Kardeechie".
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Post by Treyvon Johnson on Feb 4, 2006 2:48:14 GMT
I look and see a spot for the two of us to chat, so I head over there and motion for the Haunt to follow me. He's not quite as bad as some of the others of his clan. Especially that Opal.
"Hehe, did you have fun? I haven't been out of Nawlins since my Embrace. We don't travel well, but you know that already."
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Post by Smoothie on Feb 4, 2006 2:54:40 GMT
He pauses again, not sure what to make of Trey, but then follows and sits with him. What the Hell, he may have some good information.
"Yes, it was not the most pleasent experience, but with all the little wars over in the Old Country, staying was getting very tiresome.
"Please tell me, why is it you are seeking out 'new blood'?"
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Post by Treyvon Johnson on Feb 4, 2006 3:00:12 GMT
If I were alive, Wic's bluntness would've cracked me up. As it stands, I chuckled a bit.
"We're going to need to work on your social skills, kid."
I take a sip of my Incredible Hulk. I haven't got a buzz yet, but I don't want to push it.
"I've got a few reasons. But it never hurts to have friends. You know? Especially in times like these. I'm sure you've heard about the attempt on Vidal's life?"
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Post by Smoothie on Feb 4, 2006 3:09:59 GMT
"Perhaps you are correct. However, take your own adwice and please, do not call me 'kid'. As far as needing friends go, in that we are in agreement. I have heard the news and wonder also what the fallout shall be."
What are his other reasons?
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Post by Treyvon Johnson on Feb 4, 2006 3:19:08 GMT
The Beast leaps in my chest for a moment, but I calm him. Wic wouldn't know any better. He should just be glad my boys aren't around.
"Whoa, chill out. Kid is just slang. It means you're cool with me."
Tonight doesn't seem my night. That fight must've taken more outta me than I thought. Man flirting with a Haunt shouldn't be this hard.
"Still, I wonder what's gonna happen to. The Sanctified are gonna be pissed. Most of us anyway. And those who aren't pissed are gonna act it, so these next few nights will definately be exciting. I know you're new in town...are you affiliated with anyone?"
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Post by Smoothie on Feb 4, 2006 3:29:23 GMT
"I am 'chill', I am so 'chill'!" He grins at himself. "I am currently unaffiliated with any monstrous organizations. That is one reason I came here. Now that I am settle, I familiarize myself with the current landscape. It seems I choose an interesting night to do so."
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Post by Treyvon Johnson on Feb 4, 2006 3:45:28 GMT
"I guess so. Well, definately check out the Lance. Longinus was given direction and purpose, which he shared with the rest of Kindred society. You're welcome to come to mass with me any time. And if that's not your style, there's always the Invictus, or the First Estate. They're a good way to make contacts and to really enjoy the finer things in life, as long as you're willing to claw your way up to the top. They're affiliated with the Lance too, but they're a bit more secular."
I take another sip of my drink.
"The Carthians would be cool if they actually had a true vision. As it is now, all they want is change. But I'm not sure what they're trying to change New Orleans into. Though Miss Opal, the leader is giving them more direction. I know for sure she wants equality for her clan. The Nosferatu."
I wink at him.
"I've heard that there are Dragons in this city, but I haven't seen 'em. Any that identify themselves publicly at least. Hmmm, and then there are the voudousant Crones. I'm well aware of the dangers of voodoo, and fueled by our cursed blood..."
I let the thought linger in the air.
"They're nuts. I'd rather be Unaligned than a part of that bullshit. I just hope they'll realize that their powers are coming from the wrong place before they meet their Final Deaths."
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Post by Smoothie on Feb 4, 2006 3:54:11 GMT
Wic grins, as if looking down at the face of a child. "Some of my clanmates have already extended the Lance for me to grasp. I told them I have never been a man of faith, so, while I do respect your faith, I don't see the Lance as an option for me. I wouldn't want to disrespect the 'Church' with a heart not wholely commited to their ideals. It is a shame the Dragons are so hidden here. Not like where I come from."
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