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Is this Haven - Emma Ventis (Open)

Posted: 08 Nov 2016, 05:04
by Emma Ventis (DELETED 8951)
The tapping of footsteps could be heard approaching at a casual pace, soon a small skinny woman with blue-black hair steps around the corner of the building. She appeared lost, looking for someone or something. She hadn't even noticed the two others until she was almost upon them.

"O-oh, um hello there..." she says, stuttering out of embarrassment and uncertainty. "Um...is this H-Haven?" She looks around and sighs, as her body language confirms just how lost she was in her new life.

Re: Is this Haven - Emma Ventis (Open)

Posted: 19 Nov 2016, 09:23
by Pi dArtois
(Please note that this RP was written from the perspective of Michael Porter (he is a tall skinny, red haired man - a human thrall for Pi dArtois)

Michael wasn't much of a joiner. Okay, he wasn't much of anything at all really. He had surprised himself that he'd managed to make it through medical school let alone sustain the necessary commitment to make it through interning and residency to come out the other end as a registrar. Yet, he did. Somewhere he'd hidden a well of commitment and he suspected the act of becoming an MD had completely depleted it because he had absolutely zero shits to give for nearly everything else in his life afterwards.

His modus operandi was 'just enough not to end up dead... and not much more'. Which is why he'd spent the night sprawled half drunk behind the reception desk at Sanctuary. Not because he was feeling particularly committed to ensuring pesky authorities kept away from the rooms beneath his ***, but because he was too drunk and too lazy to do much more than sprawl right where he was.

So it was convenient he guessed that he was there at all when she walked through the door. He couldn't tell if she was a vampire or not, he figured he'd know if she got all toothy and tried to poke holes in his jugular with wolf like canines. For now he just raised an appraising eyebrow and his glass.

"Why helloooooooo... aren't you a dark looking moppet." Waving his drink around one more time for effect he brought the lead glass to his lips to take a smirk-rimming sip. "I do believe this is your Huckleberry..." he finished, putting on a very pronounced and badly executed Wild West Doc Holiday accent.