[002.] Comment Log. Rated R for probable sexual content, and violence.

[lamortdeshommes]

[Witness one sleeping vampire, just before sundown, curled up within her blankets, using them like a cocoon. Her face is devoid of any guards or emotion, and she looks... almost human.

At least until there is a frantic pounding at the door.]
 

Comments

[messyturk]

OI. Open up!

[POUND. POUND. POUND. He's tried every other room on the deck and he's just met either nobody home or it being shut right back in his face.]

[lamortdeshommes]

[Have in your face one VERY irritable vampire, wrapped in a blanket and wearing a very tiny red nightdress.]

Are you insane?!

[messyturk]

[Hello woman in a red dress. Have a man who's hair color matches it.]

Probably, but not as insane as Vincent. Listen, you got a weapon or somewhere I can hide long enough to make one? There's a crazy I think demigod after me and I really like being alive at the moment.

[He's got a charming smile on and everything.]

[lamortdeshommes]

[In the second it takes her to think, she thinks quite a few things.

The kid is cute.

But he's pounding on my damn door at 6 o'clock.

He is desperate.

He may make a good snack.]

Well, in that case...

[She steps back to reveal a completely dark room, which is lavishly decorated for a passenger's room.]

MEANWHILE LATER~

[ntjstapwn]

*Since no one else had offered to go and Marco still wanted Vincent to consider him a possible ally, not long after Vinny's request Marco makes his way to Isa's room. He doesn't know its her room, though.*

Hello?

*He calls out softly and enters the room, looking around for its occupant.*

Re: MEANWHILE LATER~

[lamortdeshommes]

[Isabella is slumped on the floor by the dresser still, head bleeding a bit from the impact into the wall. A small, quiet groan of pain escaped her mouth as she came to, eyes scrunched tightly to block out the light from the doorway.]

Nnnngh.

[As the little bit of blood in her system begins to heal her wounds slowly, she becomes aware of a presence in her room. Without thought, she vanishes from sight until the enemy can be located.

But it's not Vincent. Slowly, she fades back into view, voice hoarse and throaty from hissing.]

Who are you?

[ntjstapwn]

Hey, are you--

*He starts, but stops as soon as she speaks. Instead, Marco takes a step back (putting him back in the doorway) and frowns. It was her.*

--I guess you're fine, then. I'll just be going.

[lamortdeshommes]

[Her wounds aren't healing. She can feel them struggling to knit, but they won't. She's far too hungry. She aches too much to move. Looking up at the man that started back for the doorway, she does the only thing she can do.]

Please... C-Can you... Fridge...