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Post by Tristan Ainsley on Jan 21, 2009 19:01:51 GMT -5
Tristan opened the door to his apartment and led Fiona inside. He motioned for her to follow him down the hallway. He went to the spare bedroom. It had furniture in it, even though no one ever used it (you have to keep up appearances after all). There was a full size bed, a desk, an armoire, and a night stand. He stood in the middle of the room and rocked on his heels a bit. "This can be your room," he said, turning to look at her.
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Post by Fiona Sheperd on Jan 21, 2009 20:50:36 GMT -5
Fiona followed him into the room somberly. It was nice of him to have her... after what he did. Her emotions soured at the thought. Her eyes bore into the back of his head bitterly. All of these events that she now had to endure could have easily been prevented if he just left her to die.
Her bag made a soft thump as she tossed it on the bed, then sat down on the corner of it, staring at the floor. The anger she had felt before was subdued now, since she had consumed the blood of two victims recently. It calmed her a bit. Though it didn't affect the feelings she had towards Tristan, regardless of his now kind actions. She figured she might as well be nice to him so she had a place to stay.
"I'm not even tired, honestly," she mumbled and shrugged noticing the time. It was the middle of the night and still she felt as if she had just woken up.
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Post by Tristan Ainsley on Jan 22, 2009 15:52:50 GMT -5
Tristan chuckled slightly and moved to sit on the edge of the desk. "Well you wouldn't feel tired... as we do not need to sleep," he replied.
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Post by Fiona Sheperd on Jan 22, 2009 16:05:58 GMT -5
Fiona gave a sarcastic chuckle as she looked up to him. "Is there anything else I should know?" she said raising an eyebrow at him. She was trying very hard to not be rude to him, but sometimes the sarcasm just slipped out of her.
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Post by Tristan Ainsley on Jan 22, 2009 20:48:04 GMT -5
Tristan looked down before looking back up to respond to her. He chose to ignore her tone, already knowing that she was mad at him, and how hard this all must be for her. "Well," he said, "as you have probably already figured out, we are faster, stronger, and have increased senses. I told you we don't have to sleep. Fire, sunlight, and silver cause us some discomfort, but nothing too serious."
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Post by Fiona Sheperd on Jan 22, 2009 22:56:35 GMT -5
"I see," Fiona said plainly. "And do I get to turn into a bat?" a small smile played across her lips but she forced it away. She could absolutely NOT be any more than acquaintances with him, and here she was betraying herself and flirting with him subconsciously. Her brain was doing all kinds of turn arounds in the last day. It had to have been her feeding that changed her mood. She did feel a little lofty, which was strange considering the circumstances.
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Post by Tristan Ainsley on Jan 22, 2009 23:03:47 GMT -5
Tristan chuckled, shaking his head back and forth. "Alas, no, we do not get to turn into bats. But you may feel free to walk around saying 'I van to suck you bluhd,' if you wish," he smirked. Was Fiona flirting with him? He wasn't sure... and if she was... did he really care?
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Post by Fiona Sheperd on Jan 22, 2009 23:13:30 GMT -5
A quick snort on laughter popped out of Fiona but she quickly sobered up. "You're a strange one," she said shaking her head. She let out a sigh and turned her attention to the wall, just staring blankly. Slowly her expression fell, as the thoughts that will never leave her entered her mind. She closed her eyes, lost in her thoughts.
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Post by Tristan Ainsley on Jan 22, 2009 23:15:55 GMT -5
"You're the one who asked if we turned into bats, and I'm the strange one... okay," he mumbled. He smirked slightly and hovered awkwardly, unsure if Fiona wanted to be left alone or not.
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Post by Fiona Sheperd on Jan 22, 2009 23:22:54 GMT -5
After a moment Fiona looked back at him. "You know, never before have I let someone into my life this much. And in such a short amount of time." She was more pondering to herself than actually stating it to him, but she still wanted him to know."I thought I'd be embarrassed or ashamed, but... it actually feels better to let it out."
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Post by Tristan Ainsley on Jan 22, 2009 23:29:59 GMT -5
Tristan looked down as Fiona spoke. It was interesting really, because he was sort of the same way, just because of what he was. There really wasn't a way to let any one in. He nodded and looked back up at her. "I know what you mean. It can be difficult... to let people in," he said. "I think, being in the situation we're in... its sort of unavoidable..."
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Post by Fiona Sheperd on Jan 23, 2009 14:34:29 GMT -5
Fiona shrugged halfheartedly and nodded in agreement. And what a situation they were in, too. She played with a thread that was coming loose on the blanket as flashes of the night she jumped from the bridge filled her mind. A sudden surge of anger flowed through her but she held it at bay. She felt bad for being rude to Tristan, even though he deserved it.
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Post by Tristan Ainsley on Jan 23, 2009 15:38:54 GMT -5
Tristan ran his fingers through his hands awkwardly. "Uh... well... I'll just let you get settled then. If you need me, or anything, I'll be out in the living room, reading most likely," he said as he turned towards the door.
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Post by Fiona Sheperd on Jan 23, 2009 16:11:21 GMT -5
Fiona didn't answer as he headed for the door, but just stared at him quizzically. As much as she hated her situation, she had to deal with it somehow. She couldn't just lock herself away for all of eternity, hating everyone and everything. Well the truth is, she could. But she was going to at least try. "Can I join you?" she asked quietly. Fiona really didn't want to be around him, but she didn't want to be alone.
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Post by Tristan Ainsley on Jan 23, 2009 16:13:40 GMT -5
Tristan turned quickly at the sound of Fiona's voice. He hadn't really expected her to say anything of that nature. She seemed much more the type to sit in her room, especially if the company was himself. He could tell she didn't like him very much. And understandably so, I suppose... he thought.
"Sure," he replied, smiling softly at her before walking into the living room.
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