[ The mall. That mecca for bored teenagers, dreary housewives, and the occasional harried couple trying to find the perfect gift for their mother-in-laws. In the middle of this frenzied activity, Alan Loveless, the owner of The Gilded Trifle, calmly strode through the crowds, ignoring the stares, the pointing fingers, and the whisperings. He was a man on a mission and that mission was far more important than listening to the silliness of people without a sense of style.
Spying his target, he descends on the store with a smile and a wave for the halpless clerk tending the display.]
Do be a dear and bring out that lovely gold-gilded and pink rhinestone flower. I have a craving.
B network post~ [say hello to your official sparkling vampire, network. he looks a little pale - well, paler than normal and he is also not dressed in the layers of fluff and poofy lace, but instead is wearing jeans and a worn and dye-splattered t-shirt. he still has managed to keep his hair in a mess of curls and there is a strange red smear across one cheek.]
I don't suppose there is a dear who is willing to help me with a trifle? [he smiles slightly, showing his eyeteeth.] It seems that I might need some blood soon.
Lord Akeldama | The Parasol Protectate
[ The mall. That mecca for bored teenagers, dreary housewives, and the occasional harried couple trying to find the perfect gift for their mother-in-laws. In the middle of this frenzied activity, Alan Loveless, the owner of The Gilded Trifle, calmly strode through the crowds, ignoring the stares, the pointing fingers, and the whisperings. He was a man on a mission and that mission was far more important than listening to the silliness of people without a sense of style.
Spying his target, he descends on the store with a smile and a wave for the halpless clerk tending the display.]
Do be a dear and bring out that lovely gold-gilded and pink rhinestone flower. I have a craving.
B network post~
[say hello to your official sparkling vampire, network. he looks a little pale - well, paler than normal and he is also not dressed in the layers of fluff and poofy lace, but instead is wearing jeans and a worn and dye-splattered t-shirt. he still has managed to keep his hair in a mess of curls and there is a strange red smear across one cheek.]
I don't suppose there is a dear who is willing to help me with a trifle? [he smiles slightly, showing his eyeteeth.] It seems that I might need some blood soon.