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Jan. 10th, 2014
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abeautifulnightmareWho: Asher Rose and Jenna Greene
What: Hunting for vital information
Where: Jenna's apartment
When: Thursday evening
Asher stepped out of the bathroom cubicle at The Plaza Hotel, gently dabbing at the corner of his lips with a black handkerchief that he slipped into the pocket of his long leather coat over his pristine personally designed outfit. He paused only long enough to check his reflection in the large, ornate mirrors, making sure his appearance was anything but pristine and then he swept purposefully out of the men's room to leave the hotel into the busy New York night once more. He wasn't quite as satisfied as he should have been, but it would do for now. Right now, any sustenance he isolated for himself was just like a band-aid fix and it only increased his desire for that one taste he couldn't have. It was eating him up inside, and he knew it. It was consuming him, and he was letting it. He couldn't go on like this.
Which is why he did something he probably wouldn't have done if he hadn't run into Jill, an old face from back home who had dropped some vital pieces of information, in a bar. He walked the lengthy blocks to the apartment block that was his target, clearly now having no concern for his safety as he dipped and wove through some darkened alleys. It would be a big mistake for anyone to attempt to harm him anyway, and it wouldn't be the first time anyway. He stood at the door now of the one person he had known to be in New York all along and had avoided ever since. Asher cut himself off from just about everyone after Brodie broke up with him, and it probably didn't help his downward spiral that lead to, well, his death, so to speak. That was part of the reason he hadn't completely lost it with Eric and Logan. He had taken his own life, and they saved him. He just still wasn't entirely sure he wanted any of this, and it could compound when he got over-emotional or lacked appropriate sustenance. But if they wanted to keep putting themselves in his presence, they were just going to have to deal with it. Nothing like a bitchy vampire on your backs, that was for sure.
( Asher waited, blue eyes scanning the perimeter of the hallway on the floor of the apartment... )
TBC...
What: Hunting for vital information
Where: Jenna's apartment
When: Thursday evening
Asher stepped out of the bathroom cubicle at The Plaza Hotel, gently dabbing at the corner of his lips with a black handkerchief that he slipped into the pocket of his long leather coat over his pristine personally designed outfit. He paused only long enough to check his reflection in the large, ornate mirrors, making sure his appearance was anything but pristine and then he swept purposefully out of the men's room to leave the hotel into the busy New York night once more. He wasn't quite as satisfied as he should have been, but it would do for now. Right now, any sustenance he isolated for himself was just like a band-aid fix and it only increased his desire for that one taste he couldn't have. It was eating him up inside, and he knew it. It was consuming him, and he was letting it. He couldn't go on like this.
Which is why he did something he probably wouldn't have done if he hadn't run into Jill, an old face from back home who had dropped some vital pieces of information, in a bar. He walked the lengthy blocks to the apartment block that was his target, clearly now having no concern for his safety as he dipped and wove through some darkened alleys. It would be a big mistake for anyone to attempt to harm him anyway, and it wouldn't be the first time anyway. He stood at the door now of the one person he had known to be in New York all along and had avoided ever since. Asher cut himself off from just about everyone after Brodie broke up with him, and it probably didn't help his downward spiral that lead to, well, his death, so to speak. That was part of the reason he hadn't completely lost it with Eric and Logan. He had taken his own life, and they saved him. He just still wasn't entirely sure he wanted any of this, and it could compound when he got over-emotional or lacked appropriate sustenance. But if they wanted to keep putting themselves in his presence, they were just going to have to deal with it. Nothing like a bitchy vampire on your backs, that was for sure.
( Asher waited, blue eyes scanning the perimeter of the hallway on the floor of the apartment... )
TBC...