Day Twenty-One: Enter the Brat
Who: Lestat
Where: Business District
When: Afternoon
Rating: PG?
Invasion: Yes?
Status: Open / In Progress
Summary: No?
The shops in the business district had been to his liking and a well kitted out Lestat eased from one of the stores. He had been rather disappointed to find that the music store did not contain even a single copy of his record nor did the book store have one of his novel, but he figured it was only a matter of time, and the shopkeeps in both establishments had assured him the same. They'd been lying, mind you; he'd seen through their pathetic facades of honesty easily enough, but he still knew there was little to no chance of his material not showing up. After all, had it not been all the rage back home? Had people not come from miles around to see The Vampire Lestat in concert? Had he not provoked the mother into weeding out the weak vampires. Really, to think that the tales of his exploits had yet to reach this far was nothing short of ludicrous. His reputation should have preceded him but as it was, he was satisfied enough for it to follow in his wake.
Easing to the street, he thought he might have to indulge in a - haha - bite before doing much else. Certainly, he didn't require sustenance, but there were certain urges he did particularly enjoy indulging, and that of hunger, of thirst, was one of them. He was wise enough not to feed on any of the people without permission and the cafeteria provided fine fare even if it was a little weak for his liking. He idly toyed with the idea of using the Mind Gift to dazzle some unwitting volunteer into becoming more indulgent of his whims but that seemed less than correct, especially given the setting he was currently in, and while he had once managed to live off the blood of a menstruating female, he was less than inclined to do that again if he didn't need to. Sighing dramatically, he resigned himself to cafeteria fare and, after a brief pause outside the shop he'd emerged from, began to saunter in that direction.
Where: Business District
When: Afternoon
Rating: PG?
Invasion: Yes?
Status: Open / In Progress
Summary: No?
The shops in the business district had been to his liking and a well kitted out Lestat eased from one of the stores. He had been rather disappointed to find that the music store did not contain even a single copy of his record nor did the book store have one of his novel, but he figured it was only a matter of time, and the shopkeeps in both establishments had assured him the same. They'd been lying, mind you; he'd seen through their pathetic facades of honesty easily enough, but he still knew there was little to no chance of his material not showing up. After all, had it not been all the rage back home? Had people not come from miles around to see The Vampire Lestat in concert? Had he not provoked the mother into weeding out the weak vampires. Really, to think that the tales of his exploits had yet to reach this far was nothing short of ludicrous. His reputation should have preceded him but as it was, he was satisfied enough for it to follow in his wake.
Easing to the street, he thought he might have to indulge in a - haha - bite before doing much else. Certainly, he didn't require sustenance, but there were certain urges he did particularly enjoy indulging, and that of hunger, of thirst, was one of them. He was wise enough not to feed on any of the people without permission and the cafeteria provided fine fare even if it was a little weak for his liking. He idly toyed with the idea of using the Mind Gift to dazzle some unwitting volunteer into becoming more indulgent of his whims but that seemed less than correct, especially given the setting he was currently in, and while he had once managed to live off the blood of a menstruating female, he was less than inclined to do that again if he didn't need to. Sighing dramatically, he resigned himself to cafeteria fare and, after a brief pause outside the shop he'd emerged from, began to saunter in that direction.