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Post by Victoria Valor on Mar 8, 2008 19:01:41 GMT -5
"No he wont mind, he doesn't care what I do. He is to worried about his brides." The last of her worlds driped with vinom. "He made me the monster I am, why in hell would he care about me?" She was still mad about her memorie flash back, it hurt. She took a deep breath calming her self down. She didn't want to get mad. "My eyes either freak people out, and draw them to me." She walked closer to him, she was going to test him.
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Post by Damion Bane on Mar 11, 2008 8:50:09 GMT -5
“I can see why.” He said, “They’re very arresting.” He stood his ground while she drew closer to his personal space. He was no stranger to intimidation attempts and he had gotten them from plenty of people bigger and a lot meaner than Victoria appeared to be. Besides, it was hard to be terribly intimidated by a pretty girl when you where a grown man.
Damion got the vague feeling like he was being tested for something, by her careful movements. But it that was so then he was likely to fail as he found nothing objectionable to her increased proximity.
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Post by Victoria Valor on Mar 11, 2008 13:01:10 GMT -5
Victoria smiled. "You are cute. You know that right?" Her eyes slowly looked over his body. She stoped in front of him less then a foot away from him. "And I can tell you think I am trying intemidate you, I am not. Just thinking." She smiled again. "You wouldn't beleave what you can learn from a person just by looking at them, and studying them."
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Post by Damion Bane on Mar 18, 2008 10:21:52 GMT -5
Cute?
Damion hadn’t been told that he was cute since he had been six years old. Troublesome, sure. Intrusive and disrespectful, often. Cute was certainly a new one on him. He was vain enough to think that he had a pleasing effect on some women, but he hadn’t thought about it in a while. Since he had moved away from England he had had rather more pressing matters to deal with. Now that he had found a place that he felt he could stop at for a while he had begun to relax, and previously dormant appetites began to make themselves known. He shifted slightly, hoping she wasn’t studying that particular thought too closely.
“Yeah?” he asked, not entirely sure he was going to enjoy the answer, “what have you learnt so far?”
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Post by Victoria Valor on Mar 23, 2008 16:34:21 GMT -5
"Depends on what you mean? About my past, and how Dracula is a good for nothing leech, or my powers?" She was on edge now because of what she found out. "Wait tell I see him again." She was mainly talking to her self, her voice had an edge of a growl in it. "My eyes are most likely like this because of him. I was just another one of his experiments."
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