Eternal Night [Join in!]

Hibiki · 07-12-2008, 06:46 AM

[ Setting ; Modern Japan ]

To everyone at the apartment complex, room number thirteen remained a mystery. Scarce occupants knew of the estrange gentleman that lived there -- let alone, had ever seen him. No one could even catch a peek through the small window that sat in front of the busy side walk; it had been covered by a heavy blanket from the inside to allow not even sunlight to pass through. Rumors were constantly being circulated through the small community.

Lids fluttered open as he awoke to the noise of automobiles zipping past in the busy streets. Cranium canted off to the right in order to catch a glance of the time -- 6:00 P.M. in red-digital numeric. Audible sigh vocalized from deep within the man's chest cavity. "That's... it?" What was he going to do for the next two hours until sunset? Beneath the sheets, skeletal frame of six feet stretched in every direction to get blood circulating once again. Forcing himself to the edge of the bed, he sat there for a moment. Hands attempted to rub the sleepiness out of crimson glass orbs. Forcing himself from the warmth and comfort of slumber, he stumbled out of his room and into the kitchen to turn a light on.

Opening the fridge... there wasn't much of a selection: two dozen blood pouches on the top shelf, left-over sushi, and eggs. Hand reached around his thigh to scratch at his buttocks through those classic heart boxers. With a sneer, he closed the refrigerator and went to take a seat on the couch. After digging around for the remote, he turned the television on and flipped through the channels for a while to pass some time. Hand reached for his kitty who was snoozing lightly upon the top of the sofa and pulled him close.

"Well good morning Zero!" This was really the only time Hibiki showed affection towards any living creature. His cat, though indifferent towards the vampire, returned the favor by purring softly while he was being rubbed against Hibiki's cheek. "Hows are you doinnnnngg?" Hibiki wouldn't be caught dead talking like that to his cat in font of ANYONE!

After watching about ten game shows, nine came rolling around and Hibiki was ready to get out of his stuffy apartment. Back into his room, he scavenged through the closet for something to wear tonight. With a change of boxers, he threw a scarlet dress shirt over feminine shoulders, black pants around famished waist, and a pair of nice shoes together.

Poking his head out of the door, he made sure that no one was in his hallway to see him venture out into the streets. Nostrils flared to inhale the cool night's breeze as he began walking. Hands in his pockets, slouched posture, the vampire fit in nicely... so long as he didn't open his mouth in the wrong places. It would be a couple of blocks before he reached one of his favorite hang outs; The Tea House -- which actually wasn't a tea house at all, but a night club where he was very well known.

[ARC]Aruka · 07-13-2008, 12:52 PM

Aruka was indignant; never had she seen people fumbling and gossiping about so noisily ever in her entire life. It was her second day at her new residence, which was located somewhere along the busy streets of the city. Eccentric and quite stubborn, the young doctor paid no attention to the rumors her elderly neighbors woke her up at 7 A.M., really, did they have to knock at her door to warn her about her next door neighbor at door number thirteen. She thinks not!

“Unbelievable,” the twenty two year old Aruka hissed, massaging her temple as she resumed a seat at a bar a few blocks away from her apartment. “The next time they try and interrupt my sleep again, I’ll shove a scalpel down their throat!”

Talking to nobody in particular, the bartender gave her a questioning glare, eyeing intensely, “Red wine please,” Aruka frowned at the bartender, feeling scandalized of the way he looked at her. Then after another glare from the man, Aruka spat, “just give me the god damn drink, okay?”

Shrugging his shoulders, Aruka watched as the old man began to stomp his way to the wine section, preparing her drink. She was never one to put up with people like this man; and the early commotion at her place was only adding up to her anger- be it vice versa or not. Laying the wine glass before Aruka, the bartender slammed it slightly over the counter, scoffing her all the more.

“Brute,” Aruka muttered, taking a sip from her red liqueur. Raven hair stood out from the dim lights of the room; dark as it was, her shiny hair looked soft and desirable to the touch. Actually, Aruka was a beautiful young woman- save the sometimes harsh attitude when in a bad mood. As a doctor, she trained herself to be lenient around people; she tries hard, and succeeded. Life was definitely not easy for her. Graduating at a very early age, her skills as a doctor was always question; if people, ordinary people look so highly of her- the medical society where she works reluctantly regards her work.

With all the stress in her life back to where she used to live, Aruka decided to move and have her own clinic; devoid of any annoyances from her seniors. Not to mention late night parties which she had missed out on since college.

Hibiki · 07-13-2008, 10:13 PM

As he passed countless faces, a serene feeling of discontent pulsated through him. It seemed as if everyone was looking at him -- like they saw straight through his facade. Crimson orbs averted back into the pavement before nearing his destination. Something seemed different about tonight, but he just couldn't put his finger on it. None-the-less, when arriving at the front doors of The Tea House, he decided that it was a routine Saturday night and he was going to make some damage as usual.

And here... Hand extended to pull open the entrance; We... a deep inhale as to breathe in the scent of drunkards and perfume. Go! A grin curling over those pallid lips to reveal bleach-white daggers that nestled deep within his maw. Manifesting ever so silently, he would allow the door to close on its own behind him just before making his way further into the establishment. A nod offered to familiar faces: the women, the gentlemen, everyone that cared to toss him a glance over their shoulder. His attention had been caught by the women who was yelling at the bartender, but he payed little care and continued to the back where ten or so people were grouped together on the couch behind a coffee table.

His friends cleared a spot for him in the middle. Taking his seat, either arm went around the shoulder of the women that were sitting next to him. Right leg crossed over the other in a questionably feminine manner, but no one seemed to care considering he was a regular here -- and not to mention, very popular. "Shingo," Hibiki directed towards the male who seemed too infatuated with trying to impress a girl to notice his own best friend's arrival. "I see you're here early as usual."

Eyes often wandered over to the female at the bar... he'd never seen her here before.

gothrokkprincess · 07-14-2008, 12:51 PM

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She took her pale white hands and black nails to the hood of her jacket and pulls it more over her stringy red hair and black eyes. She tried to peer at the cement of the ground, as she verted her eyes to the man walking through the door the The Tea House, as she sat on the ground near by. Normally she tried to keep from getting interested in her prey, but she couldn't help but keep her eyes on him as he walked in, with his big toothy grin, until he vanished from her sights.

She normally forbid herself to move from her spot unless it was dinner time.

She normally never looked at anyone before.

She normally would never make herself noticed.

She normally LOVED being invisible to the passers-by.

But she told herself aloud, for the first time in a long time, with her silky unused voice like a song, "Today is a new day..." And stood up, all five foot seven of her, fixed her black skirt and pale, stained, grey jacket, and walked inside.

[ARC]Aruka · 07-14-2008, 12:56 PM

Aruka remained sitting there, watching people dance on the floor under the colorful lights of the room. The darkness, along with the array of different lights made the place look alive and lively, with all the energy sported by the people inside. The DJ played sensual type trance music that lingered in the air, as people swayed against each other, displaying lewd actions despite the crowd. Letting the scene pass, she paid little attention to what seemed like a couple making out in a table across her. Averting her gaze back to the dance floor, Aruka was very much well entertained by the crowd, as the music shifted to a lively array of beats; looking back at the bartender, Aruka faked a sweet smile and asked him kindly to take care of her pursing.

Thanking the old man, Aruka went off her seat and walked straight to the dancing crowd, passing through couples and individuals dancing on the circle. Laying her eyes to wander through the lights, her body reacted to the music being played, dancing to the infectious rhythm which swayed her body in movements she hadn’t done in years. Eyeing every single people in a sultry manner, her eyes accidentally brushed a glance back at the table across her former seat in the bar; there he saw the same man looking at her. Aruka’s eyes looked back as well, despite her body moving- she never left his look.

Hibiki · 07-15-2008, 07:40 AM

Carefully, he traced the woman's movements on the dance floor. Red, glass orbs taking note of every detail they could visually scrounge. From every curve of her body to every fiber that composed of her clothing, the female's image burning a hole deep in his mind. His mind was racing, trying to collect rational reasoning as to why he was so interested in this one. Prey? Sure -- he'd go with that one. Tonight certainly wasn't the same...

Forcing himself from his seat between two lovely women, he ventured closer to the unnamed female with the worst intentions. Slowly snaking his way through the crowd as he weaved between individuals smelling strongly of alcohol and drugs. Hibiki approached her with a smile, and he too began to dance a little before engaging in conversation. While it may have seemed a little random, he tried to act naturally as he had seen this sort of thing done many times. He talked above the music,"You're new here, right? I mean... I've never seen you before." Indeed it was true, she was a random amongst a sea of regulars. However, he would maintain his composure as he spoke, cautiously planning sentences ahead.

Tongue slipped out the graze two white fangs as his head momentarily canted away from the female while glancing back at his acquaintances. He probably shouldn't call them friends; he had no friends. Those that merely kept him company were accessories, and as selfish as that sounds... it was true. That subtle smile began to manifest into something much more sinister as he returned his attention to the girl he was trying to engage. "What's you're name, love?"

[ARC]Aruka · 07-16-2008, 01:09 PM

“Aruka,” she said smiling, dancing next to the stranger who followed her into the crowd.

Her eyes studied him, and she can’t help but notice the fiery red orbs that pierced through her as if he was the hunter and she as his prey. Aruka stared at him long and hard; there was something about him that made her uneasy, and yet, she couldn’t resist his presence.

‘His eyes…’ she thought, as her pair of cold sapphire eyes latched looks against his own. Aruka took a deep breath and tried to pull away, taking a few steps back and continued to dance along the music, but not fully focusing her attention.

LordOfAllEvil · 07-16-2008, 03:48 PM

In front of The Tea House, a lone man stepped up to the door, his dark brown eyes slowly surveying the scene. Standing six foot tall, and nearly half as wide, he was a menacing sight to behold. The long dark leather duster that reached down to his knees and the fedora that covered his brown lanky hair probably only added to the menace. But still, as women passed by (and some men) they looked more at his handsome features; deep penetrating stare, tanned leathery skin, and a five o'clock shadow covering a strong jaw and the obvious muscules beneath the worn tan button down shirt and duster made him an attractive proposition. However he had no concerns for any of their stares; he was the hound to this flock, and wolves had snuck in with sheep's clothing.

He was wll prepared to duel with the forces of darkness this day: stakes strapped across the back of his waist; a silver cross held with a heavy silver chain draped across his neck; a clove of garlic in the two outer pockets of his jacket; a canteen of holy water attached to his left hip and his right coat breast pocket; and a copy of the Good Book covering his heart in the left. Last but not least, two silver daggers were strapped to his forearms. Unfortunately he was unable to bring his sword - apparently running around with a sword strapped to your back raises some concerns - but he tended to rarely rely on his swordsmanship. Most days were spent killing off young ones...like those who typically preyed upon establishments such as this.

Christoph Van Hellsing...yes, THAT Hellsing...sighed to himself. It was probably gonna be another humdrum hunt tonight. Still, one must always be prepared. He grasped the cross lightly in his hand, planting his lips on it tenderly, before letting it fall back against his chest, his eyes hard and cold. His eyes glanced at a spot by the doors for a few seconds before shaking his head and looking back towards the twin doors.

"Schützen Sie mich, Vater." He muttered softly to himself. He reached his hands out and grasped the handles of both doors, and pulled them open alittle bit too hard as the slammed against the outer walls with a reverberating THUD. He calmly stepped into the dance club, his boots making soft thuds against the hard floor. He peered into the throng of dancing bodies, and noticed one standout beauty with long black hair. He began to walk towards the dancefloor.

"Immer die Schattenherden vor der Flamme..."

Hibiki · 07-18-2008, 02:52 PM

A lovely name to go with such a love face -- it was only appropriate after all. He reached for her hand, lips pressing against the surface of soft flesh with a gentle kiss. "Well, the pleasure is all mine... Miss Aruka." Such a warm voice he wielded in the female's presence. However, he found himself a little confused towards his own intentions. On the usual, he would know exactly every move he was going to make along with an additional three moves ahead. So just why was tonight so odd?

Pallid fingers fumbled with the top button of his shirt, undoing it to allow better circulation of air. With all of these bodies crowded so close together, it was easy to work up a sweat out here on the floor. Beneath that cloth exterior was a famished frame covered in ghostly skin. If one were to look closely enough, a vivid outline of all the ribs would be visible. His collar bone, prodding outward as if it could poke an eye out. Such a sickly looking thing...

With the air so thick in alcohol, sweat, drugs, and a mixture of a few more unpleasant things, it would be difficult to seclude the scent of the potential threat. Though something felt a little uneasy in his gut, he proceeded to focus on the female in front of him and simply shrug off the discontent.

[ARC]Aruka · 07-18-2008, 04:25 PM

Aruka stared curiously at the man, and can’t help but notice how frail his figure looked. Good looking, yes; but there was something insubstantial about him that made shivers run up her spine. The pallid complexion, deep set eyes and the over-all cold body made her think that he had never been exposed to the sun in a long, long time. Probably due to partying a lot and what not; it sure could take its toll on one’s body. And the generous load of drugs being passed around the crowd gave her an idea that he was in it, thus the near anorexic figure.

Clearing her dried throat, Aruka looked up to meet his fiery eyes and smiled wryly, blushing to some extent, “Uhm, you haven’t introduced yourself yet…”