PD [SOLD 195k - Every]-x- AUCTION CARD: Amalea -x-

[Mortll]

135,000

[Jack Diddly]

An abashed smile danced over his lips as he replied to the classic lass Jack recognized as the hostess, “Apologies, Miss, bad habit.” The familiar voice of his sire reached his ears. He wasn’t surprised to see her here, she did seem to have quite a community presence, still it was always nice to run into her. “Hey Alex, how goes your evenin’?” Lowering his voice as she came to stand beside him, “Thank ya for the save there.” Jack wasn’t sure if Alex knew about the girl who literally haunted his thoughts, May had sworn him to silence about the matter, but still his sire always seemed to have a way to detect that something was up. It was something the young vampire was grateful for.

Speaking of May, she was giggling away even though she had almost gotten them in trouble back there. 'The only one who’s getting Jack into trouble is Jack.’ Her voice just grazing his mind like so many sharpened daggers as another bid rangout. Before he even opened his mouth, May stopped him with a supernatural snag ‘Really Jack, how far are you going to take this?’ The vampire shook it off.

“140,000.”

[Alexandrea]

While she did wonder at her childe's interest in her friend, Alexandrea wasn't too worried about Jack's intentions. She didn't know what he might have heard about Amalea's recent adventure but she got no negative vibes off of him at all. He did seem a bit distracted again, however. He got the faraway look in his eyes every so often, as if he was somewhere else or maybe with someone else. He didn't have a wraith yet, the Allurist had checked to be sure the first time she had overheard him talking to himself. And she recalled having watched him apparently speaking to himself before he was turned, back when she had spied on him through the eyes of her own wraith.

But she knew he wasn't crazy. Or at least no more crazy than your average vampire, which wasn't saying much. The most logical conclusion was that he was either haunted or believed himself to be. Either way, Alex wasn't one to judge and wouldn't pry unless she had to. If he wanted to talk about it, she was sure Jack would bring it up himself.

"Oh, I'm not doing too badly. Although things didn't turn out quite how I'd expected. They seldom do, do they? I ended up spending money I hadn't planned on too." The blonde glanced sideways at the other Allurist, curious why he was spending so much. She hoped he wouldn't end up broke after the night was over. But again, not really her business. And how her childer spent their money was up to them.

She started eating the cherries she had been saving up from all the whiskey sours she had been drinking all night long, and some the little red jewels had been soaking in the booze for hours. She sucked a little on each one before nibble them with small bites until there was just a stem, which she then tied a knot or two in with her tongue before popping it back into the glass and grabbing another cherry.

"I'm also a wee bit tipsy!" She laughed and offered Jack one of the small fruits. "How's the eating and drinking going for you, by the way?"

[Mortll]

145,000

[Jack Diddly]

“No, they often don’t…” the young vampire responded a bit gravely, “but hey, they print more of it everyday.” Jack wondered whom Alex had ‘purchased.’ This whole game they were all playing still didn’t sit too well with the vampire. It was so anathema to Jack’s beliefs, yet here he was caught up in the mess of it.

Jack politely declined Alex’s offer of a cherry, “You know, haven’t had a drop since the night you turned me. Just don’t have the desire.” True, he loved how the aroma of food and drink tantalized his preternatural senses, but his only thirst, his only true hunger was for the liquor that gave them life. “That’s a neat trick though,” Jack chuckled signaling to her knotted stems. Even if she had spent a bit too much, his sire certainly seemed to be enjoying herself. And why not? From the audacious athletes juggling axes to the sweet sirens serenading the gathering, and all under the carnival canopy, they had wandered into quite a festival.

“150,000.”

[Mortll]

165

[Jack Diddly]

170,000

[Dhara]

Even though the redheaded woman had won her auction card, Dhara just couldn't resist placing a bid. "175,000" She said confidently, though the odds she would be out bid were high, it was still fun to try.

[Amaranthia]

190k please

[Every]

195,000.