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Date: April 24th
Rating: PG to PG-13
Character(s): Evania and OPEN
Summary: Evania goes for a nighttime stroll through New Orleans and runs into a reporter and a photographer
Evania had left Elixir in Ambrose's capable hands for the night. The club played different varieties of music on different nights, and tonight they were playing that loud music her brother in law and maker liked so much. That sort that involved all of the erratic dancing that looked more like thrashing and full body spasms than actual dancing. Ambrose had hand-picked all of the musical entertainment, and he wanted to be there to enjoy the show. Evania was less fond of the music, personally, so she'd decided to take a walk and enjoy the night air. Hunting was also an option. She hadn't developed a taste for TruBlood as of yet, though she found the Type A flavour more tolerable than the others.
While she generally didn't bother to use her enhanced senses to eavesdrop on conversations, one conversation caught her attention. Largely because it seemed to be focused on her.
"Do you think she's one of them?" asked one young man, nudging a woman with him that was carrying a camera.
"...definitely," said the woman after a moment's pause. "They've all got this really...different aura, you know? Or something. If you pay close attention, you can tell."
"Awesome! Let's go talk to her!"
Evania was fast, even by vampiric standards. She briefly contemplated putting that speed to good use and disappearing, but that was silly. They were only humans. If they became bothersome, she'd shoo them away.
"Excuse me miss, but could we talk to you? We're from the New Orleans Post and we're doing a story on the vampire scene here..."
The dark haired woman held back the urge to sigh. The 'scene'. What a divided and misrepresented 'scene' it was. Most humans had no idea how vicious vampires could be, or that vampire society was any different than human society.
"Then I suppose you are in luck," she said simply. "I co-own one of the clubs in the neighborhood."
"What do you think of vampires being out of the coffin?" asked the reporter. "Are you for or against it?"
"We are out of our coffins on a regular basis," she replied, "though if you are referring to public awareness of vampires, it has its positive and negative points."
"What sorts of negative points?" The reporter looked surprised. "I would have thought that as a club owner, you'd appreciate all the extra business."
"I do. The simple fact is that those who spoke up did not do so with the entire vampire community's blessing. Many would have preferred to remain myths and possibly urban legends in the public eye, rather than an acknowledged reality."
"But what about--"
"I am afraid that's all the time I have for you today," said Evania. "Good day, and best be on your way. Somewhere safe. There are muggers out on the streets at this hour and that is a lovely camera."
She sent a strong mental suggestion to the both of them. She was feeling charitable enough to nudge them toward safety tonight. It wasn't smart to go interviewing vampires. Someone a little less kind and a little more hostile might have made a meal of both.
Rating: PG to PG-13
Character(s): Evania and OPEN
Summary: Evania goes for a nighttime stroll through New Orleans and runs into a reporter and a photographer
Evania had left Elixir in Ambrose's capable hands for the night. The club played different varieties of music on different nights, and tonight they were playing that loud music her brother in law and maker liked so much. That sort that involved all of the erratic dancing that looked more like thrashing and full body spasms than actual dancing. Ambrose had hand-picked all of the musical entertainment, and he wanted to be there to enjoy the show. Evania was less fond of the music, personally, so she'd decided to take a walk and enjoy the night air. Hunting was also an option. She hadn't developed a taste for TruBlood as of yet, though she found the Type A flavour more tolerable than the others.
While she generally didn't bother to use her enhanced senses to eavesdrop on conversations, one conversation caught her attention. Largely because it seemed to be focused on her.
"Do you think she's one of them?" asked one young man, nudging a woman with him that was carrying a camera.
"...definitely," said the woman after a moment's pause. "They've all got this really...different aura, you know? Or something. If you pay close attention, you can tell."
"Awesome! Let's go talk to her!"
Evania was fast, even by vampiric standards. She briefly contemplated putting that speed to good use and disappearing, but that was silly. They were only humans. If they became bothersome, she'd shoo them away.
"Excuse me miss, but could we talk to you? We're from the New Orleans Post and we're doing a story on the vampire scene here..."
The dark haired woman held back the urge to sigh. The 'scene'. What a divided and misrepresented 'scene' it was. Most humans had no idea how vicious vampires could be, or that vampire society was any different than human society.
"Then I suppose you are in luck," she said simply. "I co-own one of the clubs in the neighborhood."
"What do you think of vampires being out of the coffin?" asked the reporter. "Are you for or against it?"
"We are out of our coffins on a regular basis," she replied, "though if you are referring to public awareness of vampires, it has its positive and negative points."
"What sorts of negative points?" The reporter looked surprised. "I would have thought that as a club owner, you'd appreciate all the extra business."
"I do. The simple fact is that those who spoke up did not do so with the entire vampire community's blessing. Many would have preferred to remain myths and possibly urban legends in the public eye, rather than an acknowledged reality."
"But what about--"
"I am afraid that's all the time I have for you today," said Evania. "Good day, and best be on your way. Somewhere safe. There are muggers out on the streets at this hour and that is a lovely camera."
She sent a strong mental suggestion to the both of them. She was feeling charitable enough to nudge them toward safety tonight. It wasn't smart to go interviewing vampires. Someone a little less kind and a little more hostile might have made a meal of both.