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--The following transcript was a live chat roleplay--
Cosette: The young redhead had heard all the warnings there were to be heard about staying in at night, or about having a weapon on her at all times while venturing out. She didn't take much stock in the supposedly well-meaning weirdos, but had dutifully taken a gun safety class and a self-defense course just in case. It couldn't hurt to be prepared, living in a city again, after all. But none of it had been enough to stop her from going for a celebratory drink or two with a few classmates after their first (hopefully) successful test. Cosette sidled up to the bar with the intention of getting the next round while the others were off on the dancefloor, flirting and enjoying the atmosphere. Dark Eden wasn't quite her cup of tea, but she was definitely enjoying herself*

Axel: Often times when he's not spending the evening with Catherine, he is out at clubs, bars, parties, etc as it is the perfect way for him to feed from someone with out killing them. Lure a human in, feed from them, leave them looking like they have drank too much for the evening. The male is only a few seats away from her at the bar. His eyes do glance to her and he has made note of her as a possible target for the evening. Making his way toward her, Axel looks at her with a half smirk. His eyes are black as two pools of oil. "Good evening, would you allow me to buy this round?"

Cosette: There was something slightly off-putting about this guy. Okay, maybe she wasn't used to strange men buying her drinks, maybe it was because this sort of place just wasn't her scene to begin with, but Cosette couldn't help the slight chill that ran down her spine at the sight of that smirk. Still, she did her best to cover the almost-certain look of wary surprise on her face. "Uh... hello. That's very nice of you, but its definitely my turn," she said with a small, apologetic smile, gesturing at the small group having a grand old time on the dance floor. Cosette wasn't much of a drinker and had so far only had one, compared to the third or fourth that many of her new friends had had already.

Axel: She points is attention in the direction to the people that are dancing. They are, though look nice dancing about, not that appealing to him. Something about people that drink too much and do stupid things, it's pretty horrible. He remembers how much his father used to drink. "Too bad then. Here I was hoping to get a bit of conversation in with you." He can tell she's of the college age, and he has done a few readings there of his work. The stuff has been published short stories in magazines all over Canada. His fingers move into his pockets as he feel the worms beneath his skin crawl and try to make a move to the surface.

Cosette: Cosette gave him another smile as the bartender came over and she placed the order for the next round, leaning on her arms as she eyed the guy up. She raised a brow, though, at his words. The girl was gullible, it was true, but she also had no clue when someone was flirting with her, or trying to. Her cheeks coloured slightly as her smile grew more coy. "Well, I have a few minutes. What were you wanting to talk about?"

Axel: "What are you studying?" He has spent enough time in colleges and his own college to know what it's like to study a certain thing. He's sure that this will get her to talk to him. At least about something anyway..

Cosette: She crossed her legs at the ankles where she leaned against the bar, watching him quietly as he spoke. "I'm going for my masters in art history and restoration," she said with a small shrug. So many people had poo-poo'd the idea, but she had always wanted to work as a curator. Harper Rock had the university, the curriculum and the museum to boot; it was perfect for her. "What do you do around here?"

Axel: "I'm a writer, came here for a vacation." He grins at her a little and then leans back against the bar pretending to drink a beer. His lips let the liquid spew back into the bottle before it can come into his stomach. Sure he can digest it due to something that has changed in him. "I have written for magazines here before. Done some readings at the university."

Cosette: She nodded. "What sort of writing do you do?" she asked, curious now. A few of her classes were writing -centric but it was still early in the academic year; she hadn't yet been directed toward any outside lectures.

Axel: "I write horror... not slasher or anything like that a bit more mythological and abstract." He smiles at her and then turns his head to her so that he can see her a bit more clearly. Her friends are still out on the floor. He's not sure what time they plan on coming back. Humans, like sheep to wolves travel in flocks.

Cosette: She watched the bartender mixing some of the more complicated drinks her friends had ordered. "That's pretty interesting. I enjoy all kinds of horror. What's your best piece?" she asked; now her curiosity was truly piqued.

Axel: "Skin Sculpture." He answers in a rather quick way not being short or anything just being honest with her. "It was given an award in Toronto." He smiles at her for a second and then looks to the drinks. The bartender behind the counter is looking at him. His eyes close and then he breathes out, remembering to do so when he's around humans.

Cosette: Cosette smiled politely at the bartender, slipping him her credit card as he finished up the drink order before her attention went fully back to the male making some small talk with her. "I'll have to pick that up, then," she said with a soft grin. She'd never met a published author before and she truly did like the horror genre, among others. "How much longer is your vacation going for?"

Axel: "This will be my third month." He thinks for a second about the day that he came here and then the day that he has been turned. "I may stay here and start writing here but I haven't decided." Axel taps the bar a little bit as he becomes almost lost in thought. His eyes look back over to her, curious as to whether he can get her out of the view of the public for a bite before the rest of her friends come back. He looks to her for a second, tapping a bit harder now.

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

Cosette: She raised a slow brow as the bartender brought her card back and had her sign. After, she caught the eye of one of the girls - Bekki - who came over on mostly-steady legs to help her with her drinks. "Hi!" the newcomer exclaimed, making eyes at Cosette before she gathered up what she could carry and waited for the redhead to take the rest. Cosette smiled quietly at the writer guy and lifted the last four glasses. "So... it was really nice meeting you. My name's Cosette," she said, putting two glasses down and extending a hand to him.

Axel: His hand extends to her and then he shakes it just once before he retracts his hand. He knows that the maggots and thing under his skin will move toward fresh, warm skin when available. He cannot allow that. As his hand retracts it goes into his pocket, "Axel." He gives her his real name and after he does, he's curious as to why he hasn't given her his alias: Fredrich Ipatti. The question is on his face until he turns away. He doesn't ignore her friend, he just had given her a simple head nod. "It's nice meeting you as well. Do you come to this club often?"

Cosette: She shook her head softly a moment before Bekki mimed that she was bringing the drinks she was holding over to their group. "No, not really... first time here. Its not really my scene, but it seems like a nice place, I guess," she said, almost nervously tucking a lock of hair behind her ear. "How about you, Axel? Come here often?"

Axel: "Not really my scene either." He is honest and he knows that he cannot handle it. The alcohol in the blood stream isn't something he really likes. The male prefers his blood either full of fruit or that of the blood of a carnivore. No matter how he looks at it, he likes victims to be full of good potential. He loves them, loves feeding and sometimes killing those that could do well. "But I often find my way here or a small cafe to write."

Cosette: She nodded, watching the expression change almost imperceptibly on his youthful features as he spoke. A brow rose briefly. "You can write here?" she asked, incredulous. The pounding music, the obvious club scene, made it nearly impossible to think let alone write, and Cosette had to admit that, if he wasn't pulling her leg, she was pretty impressed. The man had to be committed to his work for that to be even remotely possible. "So how much longer are you in Harper Rock?"

Axel: "I think I may be here indefinitely. I rather like the city." He grins at her and then readdresses her last question. His eyes look into hers and he nods his head, "Yes. I can write in this, but often when I come to places like this it's just plot line ideas and the like." Finally he takes a seat on the bar stool behind him, he's sure it's where one of her friends were sitting. "So what are you celebrating?"

Cosette: She was surprised by this; Harper Rock was a decent place, but it wasn't some place she'd considered settling for long after grad school. Yet it suddenly seemed to have expanded, drawing a number of younger people from all over the place. "Hmm. Impressive," she said with a smile. "We're celebrating the first of a grueling round of midterms," she added with a laugh.

Axel: The idea of midterms brings a grimace to his face and he nods his head to her. "Been there, glad to not have to do it again. Congrats though." His arms move back and to the bar, looking up to the several multicolor lights on the ceiling. He gets the feeling that he's not going to make a meal out of her he also feels that he may very well be losing ground on that aspect if he stays here. Now, because he's spent so much time with her, other women in the club would think he's interested in her. This would prevent them from going somewhere with him to be fed from. Perhaps however, he can hit on a woman, in front of her boyfriend? Get him jealous? No. Too much work. It's getting late enough in the evening he'll need to find a homeless person or something like that.

Cosette: She gave a light laugh. "Well. It isn't much different from college, but I'll be glad when its done. Thank you," she added. She followed his gaze, noting his fading interest as she gathered up the remaining drinks. "I should get back to my friends," she said apologetically, giving a nod to the group on the dance floor. "Maybe we'll bump into one another again soon," she said with a soft grin.

Axel: "I hope we do Miss Cosette." He gives her one more look, again trying to figure out why he gave her his real name. His hands move into his pockets. Leaving the beer on the counter, still full, he walks away and then toward the door. Before he leaves he drops his number on her stool with her stuff and then leaves the building.

Cosette: She had watched him go, and even caught the slip of paper left behind as he did. With a slow smile, she picked it up and typed the information into her phone. He was as intriguing as he was curious and off-putting, though she didn't understand why that was. He had seemed friendly enough and yet... and yet there was something off about him. Something she'd almost sensed a time or two from others. Still, it was almost certain she'd call him and, as she made her way back over to her friends, she sent off a quick text. ---Cosette again, so you have my number, too.---

Axel: His eyes look down at the text and he reads over it, saving the information there to his phone. It's been a few hours since he met her and at his feet is an unconscious human bleeding out unto the alleyway beneath him. Sure Axel could save him, call the hospital, etc, but this man was a professor. Molding young minds, paving a way for a future of educated possible vampire hunters. That cannot be allowed. He'd prefer humanity remain in the dark, so killing their teachers is the best way to go about it.