Hey Omarion, great that you could join! I just have a question...could you maybe go a bit more into detail on your character? I mean like how he became a vamp and when etc? It helps to get a feel for the character :D

The Haven... Vahn had not set foot inside this place for seven long years. Now, standing only a few yards away, he hesitated. His head tilted toward the dark building as he listened to the dull throb of music emanating from within. A few departing human patrons, appearing slightly uninhibited, stepped cautiously around him. Their wary glances informed him that his facial expression was none too charming... Not that he cared; he narrowed his icy blue eyes in response which quickly sent them scuttling down the dimly lit streets.

Once their footsteps faded into the blackness, he turned back to face the popular club and sighed. Why was he doing this again? Simply because he had stayed away from L.A. long enough. He was tired of being alone night after night, rarely coming into contact with any Kindred. He longed for the excitement that every evening here had the potential for, though he hadn't dared to visit Club Biebuk or The Rave Arcade just yet. Too many vampires would recognize him immediately due to the fact that he had especially frequented those two clubs. He was in no mindset to cater to what might be dozens of questions about his abrupt disappearance; he wanted to ease back into the scene as efficiently as possible and without any annoying hangups.

However, that was no guarantee that he would not be recognized this very night, here at The Haven. He would have to be prepared for whatever happened, whether it was in his favor or not. And so he finally raised a pale hand to the cool metal door, swinging it open and allowing the gloomy entrance to absorb his slender form.


((FINALLY, christ. Really sorry for taking this long... Just got my new internet connection running.

Feel free to interact with Vahn but I really just ended it that way so he would finally be in the damned club. Whether anyone speaks with him or not I'm gonna follow up on this post later and have him actually do something.))

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Carmillas bloodline felt the blood in others, humans were easier than most. She could sense his reaction, his approval of her respons. It was all in the blood. And how she wanted to have a taste of it. To see for herself if the blood matched the human. And the other way around.

“Though not here” He continued, sweeping a hand through his pale hair. “Somewhere more private perhaps?”

She had to come back to reality, and listen carfully to his words. The closer they came in their meaning, the more careful she had to be. As if she hadn't walked a thin line already with her own words...

"You have to watch your back...", she said as she in the corner of her eye saw danger approaching. "We'll meet again, but maybe not where you intended."

On her far right, Seath was visible across the room. He saw her, and knew more than she could imagined, yet he let her come to him. Carmilla was too nervous to see the signs, she turned to Zillah again.

"Do take care", she said. "I must go."

With those words, in great haste, she departed.

Gemma was born into a nice family in Salem, Illinois. As a child she had a pretty normal childhood, a good family, and a seemingly happy home. In high school, Gemma never really had many friends, prefering her books and day dreams over real people any day. She learned how to tune out all of the annoyances of everyday life and tune into her own little world, where anything could happen. Halfway through Gemma's sophomore year of high school, her parent's decided they had had enough of each other and, out of the blue, divorced. The divorce was a nasty shock to Gemma who was shipped off to Los Angeles with her now drug addicted mother.

As the quality of her life decreased, Gemma became more and more depressed, retreating into her books for comfort. She became mildly suicidal, irrational, and extremely careless; her behavior became increasingly erratic and she began hanging around on the streets. Eventually, Gemma's mother died from her addiction to multiple substances, leaving her daughter hysterical and lost.

The day after her mother's death was the day it all changed. Late that night, Gemma left her small appartment to go to the foggy park her mother and herself used to visit on her mother's sober days. Gemma leaned against a moss covered tree, closed her eyes and slid down the trunk to the cold hard ground. She lowered her head onto her hands, letting her red hair cascade around her. The last thing Gemma claims to remember as her mortal self is the rustling of the leaves and the howling of the wind.

Gemma took being embraced as a sign. A sign telling her that life wasn't over yet (well, technically, it was.). Ever since then, Gemma has made a vow with herself that she will not take anything lieing down anymore. . . .

Personality: Eloquent, observant, distant, quick-witted, has a sharp tongue, caring

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OOC: Please excuse spelling, grammar, and any other mistakes. It is very late and I wanted to get my application up to see if everyone likes it and to see if you all think it makes sense. Tell me if I made any mistakes and if anything needs to be changed. I have never played the game before. =) I also may add some more when I am less tired. Night!

ETA: Also, what generally happens after one is embraced? How do they meet more Vampires?

"You have to watch your back...", she said "We'll meet again, but maybe not where you intended."

Zillah’s lips spread into an easy smile as he gave a slow nod his eyes never leaving her face. Luring him with a spice of danger. Well he’d happily take that bait. He was used to watching his back, it came with the territory. Even with the gesture of throwing his gun to the bouncers, he was never completely unarmed. Never knew when a disgruntled client might seek to track him down in the hopes of catching him out. In his business you stayed on your toes or were found discarded in the gutter. And he was enjoying life far too much to let it slip away from him easily.

"Do take care", she said. "I must go."

She left in a rush, as though suddenly remembered she’d left the oven on. Zillah didn’t even have chance to wish her goodbye. But those words weren’t needed. He knew he’d see her again. He had to. Something in those deep eyes had triggered the very essence that drove him on day after day More than pure lust, it was like being awoken by the faint breathe of a kiss running down his spine, the silent understanding of need.

Still he knew her name, which was the first step to discovering all he needed to know. Sliding a phone out of his pocket he searched the memory, quickly identifying the number he needed. “Si, it’s Z. I have a little task for your crew. Her name’s Carmilla, lurks down The Haven. I want all the dirt. You have one week…..Well, what more do you need, you consider yourselves specialists in this matter, just track her down…… Fine. I’ll e-mail further details in the morning.” He snapped the phone shut with a wicked smile. No doubt they would meet again, perhaps sooner than she envisaged.

The sultry arrogance emanating from Zillah's walk he went to the clubs' entrance. Signalling the bouncers' attention with a sharp nod. Receiving back his weapon he glanced suspiciously over it, checking for any signs of tampering. Satisfied everything was in order, he slid the gun into his pocket and strolled out into the night.

((OCC trampled, I posted Mina's response a couple of days ago. No worries if you've been busy, but just in case you missed it as this night's RP will be drawing to a close :D))

Beyonca was getting thead up with the club so she decided to go for a walk. See what she could. Maybe peace was what she needed. She watched couples play to get her. Flirt and kiss as she walked. She could smell the sex. There wa so much of it here. Her mimd startimh woundering to the kiss. She doesnt know why she thinks of it. She just yearns for one at the moment, but the price with it is a big toll. That is one of the reasons she doesnt do it. She just sticks with intamacy whenever she gets the yearn. It isnt as good but it gets her mind off of it. Before she relizes it she is out side of the Haven, What the hell! she thinks. She turns yer again to go somewhere else.

"If it is the Tobias Cartens, this should be a very interesting meeting."

Esther was looking right back at Damian, obviously watching his reaction to this unexpected visit, and analyzing every minute detail, as any Nosferatu would. And he didn't like it. He didn't like her scrutinying eyes on him in a situation such as this, where he no longer knew exactly the amount of control he had.

"And no doubt the message will be... extreme", the new Nosferatu Primogen finished, causing a small crease of confusion between the Prince's eyebrows.

Apparently, she knew the name, which had him run it through his memory once again. Tobias Carstens...? On a second thought, it did ring a bell. When his secretary had announced it, he'd been too annoyed with the interruption to care. Every Kindred, no matter what clan, should know better than to just waltz in and demand that Damian drop whatever he was currently doing just in order to see them.
But now, he realized that he had indeed heard the name before. And he wasn't sure he liked the prospect of the man claiming the title of Gangrel Primogen.

As the doors swung open, Esther got up and stood off to the side, showing she was willing to let her own business with the Prince wait. 'Eager to know what's going on, no doubt', Damian thought to himself, a vaguely acidic smirk on his lips.
However, his attention was soon drawn to the man approaching his desk. The force with which he had flung the doors open told Damian he'd wanted to make a grand entrance. But unfortunately for him, Damian had taken every precaution when choosing this office, and installed doors that simply would not allow such an entrance. Because, whoever was bold enough to enter his office like that, needed their ego deflated. Robbing them of a powerful entrance was one way of doing it.

"Prince".

The word was little more than a grunt, but at least the Gangrel had enough decency to bow upon stopping a few feet shy of the Prince's beautiful but sturdy desk. Damian slowly looked him up and down, as if assessing him, judging him, before looking him square in the eye. Still, he said nothing, leaving the room in complete silence in order to see if Tobias would step any further out of line by speaking before being spoken to. The seconds kept ticking by, although once they had made it a past a dozen, Damian finally opened his mouth.

"What is the meaning of this intrusion?" he inquired, his tone of voice stating that he wasn't particularly pleased.

"I was hoping I could perhaps convince you to dance with me, instead of for me. More fun that way, no?" Valerian said with a boyish smile. Jaden wanted nothing more than to be close to him, as close as he'd allow her, but she knew that if made things easy tonight, then he more than likely would get the wrong impression of her and that was something she didn't want him to think of her.

Jaden smiled coquettishly, "Infinitely more fun....although you do have an advantage on me. You've seen how I move, but I've yet to see......" Just then Jaden felt her purse vibrate under her arm. Puzzled as to who would be calling her now, she dug around in her purse till she found her cell with the intention of rejecting the call. As she looked at the display, Jaden scowled. This was one call she couldn't reject. Looking up at Valerian she gave a small grimace as she answered. "Well?" she said as a greeting into the the cell. Jaden stood listening for a few minutes with a finger pressed into her other ear in order to hear better. Finally Jaden sighed and said, "Listen Ma, I can't hear you, give me a call in about an hour will ya?" at which she disconnected the call.

Looking back to Valerian, Jaden smiled wanly. "We'll just have to take a rain check on that dance sometime, won't we?" With that, Jaden turned around and started to leave, but after taking a few steps Jaden turned around, kissed her two fingers and blew it in Valerian's direction. "And I never caught your name," she said with a wink, before turning back around and heading towards the exit.


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((OOC this marks the beginning of the next night))

Ed had had fun with Ciara, and they'd eventually swapped numbers. He was glad to have a new friend, Ciara seemed pretty sound.

Tonight, he was going somewhere else, somewhere darker...he wanted to spy on some Children of the Night.

If only he knew where to find them...

((ooc: Sorry for not RP'ing Tiger yet Dev and Atropa, as I've already said in a pm I get really confused and kind of forgetful about the RPs I'm in because I'm part of other forums, and contests etc... so please excuse me... I don't mean it, *Jar Jar Binks voice* mesa swears I'll get to RPing Cade and Tiger shortly.))

((ooc: I'm SO sorry Cherry and Vel! I've been having some family issues I've been dealing with, but they're mostly resolved now. So, so, sooo sorry for holding you up. You can simply act as if my characters responded and then had to part since if I understand correctly, we've moved on to the second night? If not, let me know. ))

(((ooc: trampled - Indeed we have. Sorry you've been having problems, but we're glad to have you back, so: welcome back. *hugs*)))

((*super glomps cherry & atropa* Glad to be back! Sometimes your family can cause you real headaches, huh? x_x But they're you're family, so what can you do but help? haha. Anyway, problems are all resolved, so I'm back!
So, should we just start RP's at new locations? ))

((OCC Trampled, it's really fine, I was only wondering if you might have missed my post among the masses. RL ALWAYS has to come first. Hope everyhting's fine now

Mina had fun playing with the little pirate, so I'll just create a commotion to drag her away and set her off on the next night. ))

As the question fell from Mina’s lips, a sudden movement caught her eye. Her pupils narrowed, focussing in like a hawk stalking its prey. Bo’s raised voice distinct over the hushed whispers of the patrons swearing and threatening one of the dolls. His usually soft deep tone vibrating with shrill fury as he called her name.

Turning back to the pirate, Mina bestowed a gracious smile allowing a slight warmth to flicker through her gaze as her eyes trailed over him lightly. “Please excuse me. It has been a most…fascinating conversation. I do hope you will grace this place with your presence once again.”

With that she elegantly slipped from the table, leaving the coffee untouched. But once her back turned to the pirate her face took on its icy blank mask as she approached the commotion. Her distaste of the interruption sharpening her glare. How dare Bo seek to disrupt her evening? She had issued him with a strict command did he really seek to disobey and fuel her cold temper?

Mina’s voice low cutting like razors with no attempt to hide her annoyance she bent to whisper in Bo’s ear. “Upstairs now, whatever it is we deal with it in private. Bring her.” She swept her hand fluently gesturing towards the doll. Before spinning round and sweeping into the elevator which lead up to her residence.

((OCC Trampled hope that’s an OK exit with you.))

((You all can work out what happened in PMs and then later have it come out if it were anything important and we'd be like O.O LOL)) I'm glad you are back *hugs* and I understand RL...can be a bummer sometimes :P))

"Sir, someone here to see you." Cade raised an eyebrow and tilted his head back against the leather red couch which he was sprawled upon. The two women on either side of him never turned their attentions, continuing to caress his chest and giggle silently to each other. He motioned a 'come here' action with his free hand while the other held a bottle of unknown substance. The tall burly guard nodded and twisted the doorknob, and resumed his position against the wall as a red headed adolescent entered through the doorway and past the guard.
"Maude."
"Don't call me that!" the fiery girl snapped, haulting to a dramatic stop behind the couch. Cade's neck rolled foward and he glared again at the women, to his left and right, and then straight ahead of him to a window with a view of the city. He cleared his throat and clutched the bottle tightly within his grasp.
"What do you want." Tiger was quick to the point, and marched around the couch to stand in front of him. His eyes snarled over to her as she spoke.
"I heard you're the Brujah primogen. Is it true?"
"Yesss..." he growled, leaning slightly foward, a look of grimace spreading subtly over his face.
"Now get out of my sight, you little weed." Tiger didn't gasp, but let out a shrill cackle and readjusted her belt.
"Who are these slut.s sitting beside you, eh?" Just as Tiger reached down to the black coffee table to grab a glass of blood, Cade's hand slammed hard against the surface, echoing throughout the room. His voice was deep and shook the very walls.
"Get out, you disrespectful bitc.h. Now!" The guard alerted to the comotion and displayed his sharp fangs, reaching behind him to hold his baton.
"Hey, don't talk to me like that!" Cade stood now, the women on the couch adorned him, stroking his arms and legs. He didn't seem to notice and stared Tiger eye to eye, only inches away from her face.
"I'll talk to you however I wish, neonate. I am the primogen now! I am the ruling power of this clan here, so if you want a death sentence, keep talking."
"Oh you don't need to worry about that!" Tiger huffed and strode angrily over next the the doorframe.
"You've let the power get to your head. You're delluded!"
"Out!" Cade's arm extended sharply. Tiger snarled and flashed over to the guard. She extended her arms and shoved him hard against the wall, fleeing just in time before he decided to retalliate. The guard shouted curses over to her as she disappeared into the crowd on the dance floor.
"Sir, if she-"
"Don't let her in. She's not welcome here anymore." The guard nodded with satisfaction, and closed the door.

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Tiger waded through the developing crowd. On her way out a man reached out from behind and pinched her butt; but not before she had snapped behind and twisted his arm backwards till his screams could barely be heard over the music. She flicked him away like a pest and flipped her long dreadlocks over her shoulders again, out into the night air. The giant metal door slammed behind her. F.ucking twat! What the h.ell happened to him? She thought, the voice inide her head angered and shouting. She kicked a lone trashcan to her right before walking out onto the street to find somewhere else to lurk. She'd been to The Haven, and decided to go there.
Upon arrival she rolled up her black sleeves and passed through the entrance. It was only moments later that she brushed passed a fellow vampire. His long hair swayed over in her direction.
"Watch it!" She spat, her eyes thinning as she glared at him.

((ooc: This would be Vahn, Garnet ... Or, if you don't want Tiger to bump into him, I can make the vampire an NPC.))

Beyonca wounder threw the city. She was staring the stars rememebering when she was human. These kind of nights would leave her breathless. Now she has no breath. Its just leaves her in aww. Sh caought a quick glance at a man with a sparkle in his eye. If she was human she would have a jolt in her heart. Now she just f injds him interseting. SHe followed him threw threw the streets. Alleys mostly, he seemed to saty in them. Whta was he thinking? WHere was he going. She saw him look back a fwe times. It looked as though he was running from something. Then before he knew it she was back at Club Diebuk. She signed as she saw him go in. The time I leave someone of interest goes in. Figures. She decided to once more going. Maybe things have changed a bit. Hopefully some new people came in. She walked in the club and once again went to the bar and sat. She saw no sign of him. "Well be damned!" She said to her self. What am I to do. She looked around and saw a few new faces she remmebered from her visit not to long ago. She just sat there. Hope fully a guy wiht have guts to come up to her now. She didnt fell like hunting anymore. She decided to be a lady about it. Let them come get her. SHe couldnt help but feel a stare on her. Like someone was watching her. Their eyes were glaring threw her. It wasnt an evil stare but a curious one. She looked around and dint see anyone. they must have been well hiddedn. She decided to wait until someone approached. certainly with the stare that they were giving they wanted to talk to her. Either they would come or send someone to get her.

((Bee is aproachable if someone wants to talk.))

Gemma brushed her dark hair out of her face as she stared into the mirror of her dingy little bathroom. She sighed as she leaned forward and let her forhead touch the cold surface of the immaculate mirror.

"Aahhh," Gemma sighed, as a portion of her headache was temporarily relieved. She turned the faucet and let the cold water run, washing her face, and then staring back into the mirror, hating her own reflection.

Gemma had been spending an odd amount of time alone lately, but, despite her headache, she felt like going out tonight. She walked into the small tiled kitchen and opened her black handbag, shifting through horoscope magazines, gum, and other junk, she finally found her car keys. She walked over to the arm of her couch and just sat there for about five minutes, thinking about life and death and collecting herself. She slowly pushed herself off of the couch arm, straightening her charcoal pencil skirt as she stood. She slowly walked to the door, and with one last look at her apartment, Gemma grabbed her dark charcoal jacket, and headed out the door to The Haven.

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Gemma got out of the car with some difficulty; she was wearing heels tonight, which she had not wore in quite some time. She shook her hair out a little and discreetly checked her reflection in the car window before proceeding to The Haven.

As she walked to the entrance, Gemma nodded at the doorman, smiling slightly at him.

"Gemma, it's been a while since I've seen your pretty little face 'round here. What've you been up to?" The doorman asked in his unbearable voice, disgusting Gemma to the fullest; she even physically cringed.
"Oh, you know me, another Danielle Steele novel came out and I just couldn't stay away," Gemma said sarcastically, "What the hell do you think I was doing? And why would it be your business? You are repulsive!"

Gemma quickly flitted into the club before the brutish doorman could say anything, making a mental note to herself to avoid him from now on.
The smell of sweat drifted over to Gemma as she scanned the club, seeing no one she knew. A few scraggly-looking people danced crazily on the floor, but, other than that, the club was unusually empty.

Gemma glided over to the bar, clicking her black heels against the floor as she walked. She clicked her nails lightly on the bar and fished through her handbag for her most recent astrology magazine she was reading and began to read, oddly enough.

"Oh well, someone reading at the bar isn't the most unusual thing to happen at this club," Gemma thought to herself as she sincerely hoped for a familiar face to walk through the club door.
She lightly flipped through the thin pages of her magazine, glancing up around the club every once in a while. . . .

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OOC: I hope this is okay for my first try! Also, I have added a picture to Gemma's application!

(((ooc: Penny: We've moved on. It's now the next night. See dev's two last posts.... But just in case someone else missed it as well))










(((Oh, and, if she's referring to sex... vampires don't actually experience much physical pleasure when having sex. Some of you seem to have missed that part. See second half of Valerian's bio for further info. Not trying to take away the fun, we're only trying to stay true to the game on which this RP is based.



Also, Isley; It was fine. Welcome to the RP!)))

Mina approached The Haven with trepidation in her light step. Alcohol, intoxicated humans and loud live music were sometimes a little too vulgar for her tastes. But she needed a little light relief to absolve her brain from all the dusty textbooks she’d been ploughing through. The mysteries of the rituals had seemed so dry to her lately, the invocations and consecrations memorised as she followed the path.

When Mina stepped through the doorway with the grace of a queen, Bo skirted out from behind her, instantly blending himself into the shadows as he slipped over to join a table of drunken humans, watchful yet not intrusive. Thankful she’d even allowed him to accompany her out this evening, after last night’s mistake. Still once she was safely inside he did not encroach on her, she would come to him later. He knew the Elysium rules and no-one would be foolhardy enough to threaten his mistress within these walls.

Mina herself was still coldly fuming with Bo, his interruption of her conversation with the intriguing Pirate last night had been driven quite clearly by bestial jealousy blamed upon some dolls misfortune. It was a situation she would not tolerate again yet still she found it hard to stay mad with his endearing submission and eloquent defence that he had thought the pirate was a spy sent to infiltrate the Camarilla. His dire warnings and profusions had been dismissed by her cold laughter but still she had to admire his nerve.

Her cold emerald orbs trailed over the clubs occupants as though assessing each one for any lethal diseases they might carry. Her gaze halted in its path as she spotted a young Tremere sat reading at the bar. And a vague smile fixed itself upon her face as she stepped over, her black pencil skirt and aubergine corset restricting her movement to a model-like saunter.

Propping herself elegantly against the bar, she gestured with one pale hand tipped with deep violet painted nails to order a long cold Black Velvet Before turning her intense gaze on the vampire as she tried to recall her name. Failing to bring the required memory to the surface Mina inclined her head towards her and enquired in a light-hearted tone. ”My dear, it must be a fascinating magazine to be reading it in here. People usually stop by for other pleasures.”

((OCC Isley. – Great first post – the young Tremere reading the magazine is Gemma.

Just for information NPC = Bo is Mina’s favourite ghoul. He’s tends to follow her around for the mistaken belief that she’d ever require a bodyguard. ))

Valerian awoke to a set of soft lips dancing over his neck and chin. Slowly opening his eyes he gave Melody a sleepy smile. With that other young blonde (Jaden) having left so abruptly, he'd chosen to go with plan B. Melody was plan B. She was always standing by, eager for him to drink from her, and even more eager to get another taste of him. Last night she'd gotten to do both, as he had promised her the high that she craved, like a drug addict craves his fix, and because by the end of the night Valerian himself needed blood to sustain him. After Jaden had left, one of his regulars had called on him, and as such an encounter involved giving some of his blood, it had left him with the Hunger tugging in his veins. And Melody had been waiting for him. Like she always did.

Unlike the previous night, this one didn't start with Valerian's overwhelming inspiration urging him out of bed. Although, had he been left laying in bed, looking at the halfway finished painting over by the large window, it surely would have.
But this evening, Claudia decided she needed to meet with him over some matter concerning the club, and so she called his cell phone to tell him his presence was required in her office/the VIP room in 20 minutes. Valerian saw no reason to object, and after taking his usual shower and getting dressed, he left his chambers, now wearing a pair of loose-fitting bondage pants and a tight long-sleeved black shirt, and his long hair gathered into a loose ponytail.
Melody was still in bed.

The meeting Claudia had insisted on was simply for her to inform him of what artists and musicians she had been in touch with regarding a possible performance at The Haven, and to ask Valerian to decide which one's he'd be interested in. The entertainment was his department, after all.
Once the meeting was over, Valerian left the office/VIP room, and descended the stairs to the club in his usual fashion, with a soft smile for those he knew, and a friendly nod for those that he didn't.
It didn't seem the place was quite as crowded as it had been the previous night, but there were still quite a few familiar faces. Some of them even Kindred.


(((ooc: Valerian is highly approachable. He knows plenty of people, so feel free to be one of them, should it help you to get started with this evening. Or if you simply feel like it. Friends, acquaintances, regulars, whatever. And if he doesn't know you, he'll still be highly approachable as he loves to meet new people. *lol*

Also, for those who haven't caught my previous posts, Melody and Claudia are both NPC's. Melody is one of his ghouls, and Claudia is his Ventrue business partner.)))

OOC: Hey guys! Sorry for being a post snail! Just to let you know that I am going to be away for the next few days (longweekend = sightseeing!) so Esther is probably not going to be around for this night (or will pitch up late in the evening).

Gemma's eyes swiped from the magazine to the club once more, and her eyes were immediately drawn to the woman entering with a man. She was wearing a very similar skirt to Gemma's and she entered the club with such elegance that people had to take notice.

Gemma recognized the beautiful woman as Mina, the Tremere primogen, at once. Gemma glanced back down to her magazine.

"Don't get your hopes up, honey, she doesn't want to talk to you. She's high-class and an elder, not to mention a primogen. She wouldn't even bother," Gemma said, engrossing herself in her astrology magazine.

Gemma heard the small clip-clops of Mina's shoes as Mina walked up to the portion of the bar Gemma was sitting at. As Mina glided over to the bar, looking like a model, Gemma noticed her stunning green eyes that made her so unique, Gemma's own eyes being a washed-out shade of grey.

”My dear, it must be a fascinating magazine to be reading it in here. People usually stop by for other pleasures.” Mina said in a voice that Gemma presumed to be sweet.

Gemma was caught off guard that Mina was speaking to her.

"No, actually, it is just an astrology magazine. I know a lot of people think they're rubbish, but I love them. I really didn't plan on reading here, it just happens. I honestly just wanted to come here for a change of scenery," Gemma replied to Mina, then, realizing that she knew who Mina was, but Mina was not likely to know her, added, "I am Gemma, by the way."

Gemma faultered for a minute, wondering if she sounded stupid to Mina. The last thing she wanted to do was embarass herself in front of her superiors.

((Can I RP yet?))