[ARPC] Live ((open))

[Ripper]

--The following transcript was a live chat roleplay--

‹Ripper› *sends Myk a text, trying to route the MMS method through Kira*
‹Ripper› swipe a cd [sent from Ripper's phone.]
* Dawn Chekov stood there, silently assessing the male before her, hands moving to clasp together in front of her.
* Myk Garloh blinks and looks over his shoulder
‹Ripper› *looks over and waves* :lol:
* Myk Garloh sends him an email from his mind: Not funny.
* Dawn Chekov glances at the waving male and arches her brow for a moment.
* Myk Garloh turns back to Dawn.
Myk Garloh› Sorry... Urm, what were you saying again?
‹Dawn Chekov› I asked if you enjoyed however much of the show you saw.
* Dawn Chekov she said with a soft smile then glanced at the male again. "Friend of yours?"
‹Myk Garloh› Just caught the end of one and the whole of your last.
‹Myk Garloh› Uh... sort of.
* Myk Garloh glares at Ripper.
* Dawn Chekov gives a soft chuckle and nods, pushing her platinum locks behind her shoulders.
* Ripper glares also, but at his phone though it's directed still towards Myk.
‹Ripper› *stands up from his chair in the back and comes to wait in queue only two fans behind from where the vampire and the blood thief were talking*

* Myk Garloh gets distracted by movement in his peripherals, noticing Ripper actually move! Smiles to himself and turns back to Dawn.
‹Myk Garloh› Have you been in the band long?

‹Ripper› *nudging his way forward up in line, the murderous look he gives towards the waiting humans stifle any noise of protest they might think to make*

* Dawn Chekov smiled to the male and glanced over at his friend, she waved him to join them as she turned her attention to Myk. "Well it's my band so I've been around since its beginning years ago." She said cheerfully.

* Myk Garloh grins, somewhat like a cat.
‹Myk --The following transcript was a live chat roleplay--

‹Ripper› *sends Myk a text, trying to route the MMS method through Kira*
‹Ripper› swipe a cd [sent from Ripper's phone.]
* Dawn Chekov stood there, silently assessing the male before her, hands moving to clasp together in front of her.
* Myk Garloh blinks and looks over his shoulder
‹Ripper› *looks over and waves* :lol:
* Myk Garloh sends him an email from his mind: Not funny.
* Dawn Chekov glances at the waving male and arches her brow for a moment.
* Myk Garloh turns back to Dawn.
Myk Garloh› Sorry... Urm, what were you saying again?
‹Dawn Chekov› I asked if you enjoyed however much of the show you saw.
* Dawn Chekov she said with a soft smile then glanced at the male again. "Friend of yours?"
‹Myk Garloh› Just caught the end of one and the whole of your last.
‹Myk Garloh› Uh... sort of.
* Myk Garloh glares at Ripper.
* Dawn Chekov gives a soft chuckle and nods, pushing her platinum locks behind her shoulders.
* Ripper glares also, but at his phone though it's directed still towards Myk.
‹Ripper› *stands up from his chair in the back and comes to wait in queue only two fans behind from where the vampire and the blood thief were talking*

* Myk Garloh gets distracted by movement in his peripherals, noticing Ripper actually move! Smiles to himself and turns back to Dawn.
‹Myk Garloh› Have you been in the band long?

‹Ripper› *nudging his way forward up in line, the murderous look he gives towards the waiting humans stifle any noise of protest they might think to make*

* Dawn Chekov smiled to the male and glanced over at his friend, she waved him to join them as she turned her attention to Myk. "Well it's my band so I've been around since its beginning years ago." She said cheerfully.

* Myk Garloh grins, somewhat like a cat.
‹Myk› That's a sweet tale. Has it always been called Prima Dawna?

* Dawn Chekov nods and mirrors his feline like grin. "It comes from my unique condition. The boys called me a prima Donna because they didn't understand at first. Now they do."

‹Ripper› Hi. yes, excuse me, sorry to interrupt... *he leans in closer to the conversation in progress*
‹Ripper› I just need to grab one of these
‹Ripper› *he snags a promotional cd off of the artist's table*

* Myk Garloh feels a chill run up his spine as Ripper moves in to grab a CD.

* Dawn Chekov glanced at the other male. "I can sign that if you wish"
‹Ripper› No need.
*Ripper flips around the plastic jewel case and scans what he hinds written on the back of the album*

* Myk Garloh doesn't know whether to question Ripper or ignore him...


‹Ripper› Mr. Myk. *he says as he turns to leave, clasping him twice on the shoulder in friendly acknowledgment

* Dawn Chekov nods a bit and glances back to Myk

‹Myk› Mr Ripper...

‹Dawn Chekov› Interesting names, both of you.
* Ripper stops only a few steps away and turns back towards the table
Myk Garloh laughs.
‹Myk Garloh› Interesting? That's polite.
‹Ripper› Dawna Chekov...vocals. This here is you?

‹Dawn Chekov› Dawn, the A comes from my middle name. But yes that's me.
*glances back to Myk and gives him a playful curtsy.* I try to be.

‹Ripper› *studies her face carefully as if trying to commit it to memory*
* Dawn Chekov studies him as he studies her

* Myk Garloh glances over at Ripper, thinks he knows what he's up to.

‹Ripper› You don't recognize me, do you? *It sounded more like a questions than a prompt to remember.*

* Dawn Chekov looks between the two males, fidgeting a little with her clasped hands
‹Dawn Chekov› No, I don't, I'm sorry.

* Myk Garloh couldn't help but laugh a little.
* Ripper nods satisfied.

‹Ripper› careful with this one, Mykky...
* Myk Garloh resists speaking into Ripper]'s mind.
‹Ripper› she's a Blood Merchant

‹Myk Garloh› You make it sound like she collects periods...
* Dawn Chekov frowns a little

‹Myk Garloh› Or maybe I do...
* Myk Garloh thinks.
‹Ripper› *wonders if he means punctuation or tampons*
‹Myk Garloh› Does this mean you're off now, Mr Ripper?
* Dawn Chekov sighs and lowers her head, waiting for the **** to hit the fan, and her to hit something that would have her in the hospital
‹Ripper› no, well now I don't know.....
* Myk Garloh frowns.
‹Ripper› *addressing the Blood Thief again* do you want to make some money?
* Myk Garloh watches the pair.
* Dawn Chekov blinks and looks up at the man. "I make enough money."
Ripper› I didn't mean to imply otherwise
‹Myk Garloh› Now it just sounds like you're picking up a whore...
* Dawn Chekov glances between the two and nods to Myk
‹Ripper› I wasn't.
‹Ripper› but if that's how it sounds like
‹Ripper› then yes, I am leaving
* Myk Garloh frowns.
* Dawn Chekov frowns as well
‹Ripper› no offense at all was meant to you ma'am
* Ripper hands off the cd cover to the Telepath
* Myk Garloh looks at it, looks at him confused.
* Dawn Chekov shrugs "to which part, calling me a thief or a whore?"
‹Ripper› ah ha! >(
‹Myk Garloh› He never called you a Thief.
‹Myk Garloh› He said merchant.
‹Ripper› I've *never* called your kind that
‹Dawn Chekov› Like I couldn't read the undertone
‹Myk Garloh› And... apparently he never called you a whore either!
* Myk Garloh laughs a little.
‹Ripper› yeah... o.o
‹Myk Garloh› Apparently I did both...
* Dawn Chekov sighs
* Ripper glances over at his companion for social cues
* Myk Garloh comes up clueless and shrugs.
‹Ripper› obviously there's a lot of bad blood been spent...
‹Myk Garloh› Uh... yeah.
* Dawn Chekov glances down at her stuff and sighs again, a frown on her small lips.\
› That's a sweet tale. Has it always been called Prima Dawna?

* Dawn Chekov nods and mirrors his feline like grin. "It comes from my unique condition. The boys called me a prima Donna because they didn't understand at first. Now they do."

‹Ripper› Hi. yes, excuse me, sorry to interrupt... *he leans in closer to the conversation in progress*
‹Ripper› I just need to grab one of these
‹Ripper› *he snags a promotional cd off of the artist's table*

* Myk Garloh feels a chill run up his spine as Ripper moves in to grab a CD.

* Dawn Chekov glanced at the other male. "I can sign that if you wish"
‹Ripper› No need.
*Ripper flips around the plastic jewel case and scans what he hinds written on the back of the album*

* Myk Garloh doesn't know whether to question Ripper or ignore him...


‹Ripper› Mr. Myk. *he says as he turns to leave, clasping him twice on the shoulder in friendly acknowledgment

* Dawn Chekov nods a bit and glances back to Myk

‹Myk› Mr Ripper...

‹Dawn Chekov› Interesting names, both of you.
* Ripper stops only a few steps away and turns back towards the table
Myk Garloh laughs.
‹Myk Garloh› Interesting? That's polite.
‹Ripper› Dawna Chekov...vocals. This here is you?

‹Dawn Chekov› Dawn, the A comes from my middle name. But yes that's me.
*glances back to Myk and gives him a playful curtsy.* I try to be.

‹Ripper› *studies her face carefully as if trying to commit it to memory*
* Dawn Chekov studies him as he studies her

* Myk Garloh glances over at Ripper, thinks he knows what he's up to.

‹Ripper› You don't recognize me, do you? *It sounded more like a questions than a prompt to remember.*

* Dawn Chekov looks between the two males, fidgeting a little with her clasped hands
‹Dawn Chekov› No, I don't, I'm sorry.

* Myk Garloh couldn't help but laugh a little.
* Ripper nods satisfied.

‹Ripper› careful with this one, Mykky...
* Myk Garloh resists speaking into Ripper]'s mind.
‹Ripper› she's a Blood Merchant

‹Myk Garloh› You make it sound like she collects periods...
* Dawn Chekov frowns a little

‹Myk Garloh› Or maybe I do...
* Myk Garloh thinks.
‹Ripper› *wonders if he means punctuation or tampons*
‹Myk Garloh› Does this mean you're off now, Mr Ripper?
* Dawn Chekov sighs and lowers her head, waiting for the **** to hit the fan, and her to hit something that would have her in the hospital
‹Ripper› no, well now I don't know.....
* Myk Garloh frowns.
‹Ripper› *addressing the Blood Thief again* do you want to make some money?
* Myk Garloh watches the pair.
* Dawn Chekov blinks and looks up at the man. "I make enough money."
Ripper› I didn't mean to imply otherwise
‹Myk Garloh› Now it just sounds like you're picking up a whore...
* Dawn Chekov glances between the two and nods to Myk
‹Ripper› I wasn't.
‹Ripper› but if that's how it sounds like
‹Ripper› then yes, I am leaving
* Myk Garloh frowns.
* Dawn Chekov frowns as well
‹Ripper› no offense at all was meant to you ma'am
* Ripper hands off the cd cover to the Telepath
* Myk Garloh looks at it, looks at him confused.
* Dawn Chekov shrugs "to which part, calling me a thief or a whore?"
‹Ripper› ah ha! >(
‹Myk Garloh› He never called you a Thief.
‹Myk Garloh› He said merchant.
‹Ripper› I've *never* called your kind that
‹Dawn Chekov› Like I couldn't read the undertone
‹Myk Garloh› And... apparently he never called you a whore either!
* Myk Garloh laughs a little.
‹Ripper› yeah... o.o
‹Myk Garloh› Apparently I did both...
* Dawn Chekov sighs
* Ripper glances over at his companion for social cues
* Myk Garloh comes up clueless and shrugs.
‹Ripper› obviously there's a lot of bad blood been spent...
‹Myk Garloh› Uh... yeah.
* Dawn Chekov glances down at her stuff and sighs again, a frown on her small lips.\