Who: The Port's Latest Shadow Televisions Stars! And Thousands of Home Viewers!
When: Midnight, Wednesday December 14th
Where: In front of your Television Sets or Streaming NV TV. (Digital Cable? You'll still get the analog effect.)
Summary:
Full Plot Details HereWarnings: Please Put 'em In the Subject Lines As Necessary, Kids?
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Off screen, there's someone moaning.
In the center, there's Jessica Hamby. In a tight, black dress, hair down in intricate curls. She looks innocent, except the blood on her face, cleavage, arms, and hands. She spits out a small piece of flesh. ]
You may look at me one night and think, "What a nice girl." And you're right. I'm nice to look at. I'm good to touch. I can be the best thing you will ever witness. Why? Because I am immortal. I am the creature of the night. I don't have to eat dead things in order to live. Sounds great, don't it?
[ She walks closer. Blood drips down her skin in tiny rivets. ]
It is great. I am stronger. Faster. All of you will be dead one day, as old things, and I'll still be here, looking as beautiful as ever. I can live one thousand, two thousand, ten thousand years and I'll still be drinking your great-great-whatever sons and daughters. Likely they will be alive when I'm done with them. Chances are though there's a risk that they will not.
Either way, they are mine. If they live or die is my choice alone to make.
[ Closer, until her face fills the screen. Her blue eyes burn with not with intensity, but lazy arrogance. ]
That's right. You aren't my equal. I can break your neck with a snap of my fingers and kill you. Or I can just break your leg and let the pain course through. I don't mind the screaming. I like the begging though. I really like it when you say please and I don't want to die.
That werewolf said exactly that, long ago. For such a bad boy, he went out like a girl. Which is insulting, really. Aren't werewolves suppose to be powerful?
[ She shrugs and smiles with even, pearly white teeth. ]
I guess that comes to show just how better I am than all of ya'll.
So sleep well, and enjoy your sunlight.
[ The vampire bares her fangs and lunges at the camera with a shrill hiss, knocking it down.
And then static. ]
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Color this boy a little glued to the TV. His heart might have even been racing a bit.
But when it's all over, it's ultimately 15 seconds of fame, and he turns glumly back to the slow night at a now-notorious neutral club, trying not to thinking too hard the whites of her teeth, or the promise of better, stronger immortality....because there's still a long, long night ahead of him.
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Sometimes, she wonders if it might be better to side up with AGI and slowly worm her way to make Merlotte's out of their hit list. But Jessica is no secret agent, and she has no idea how to work that out. She's just a girl, not a politician. Eric might have some sway, but she really doubts that he'll do anything.
Such dour thoughts make Jessica to want to clubbing, to dance her stupid worries away. So she gonna throw the towel in for the night.
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He smiles, a little bit mystified- (did she tape that TV thing earlier, or what?) sitting back in the soundbooth to watch her cut loose. His attention is snagged, for awhile, wondering if she really is something dangerous and immortal. Someone who won't be taken down so easy.
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She pulls the pins back and let her hair down. As she grabs her purse, she spots that guy - Joe - looking at her and waves.
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He tugs off his own headphones, letting them hang around his neck as he waves her over, pulse still hammering, having never really settled down.
He changes the tempo to match it.
"Hey! Hey, so what's with you! You never told me they made you the Sanguinarian Society poster girl!"
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"What do you mean? I have never even talked to people in The Sanguinarian Society."
Mostly because wow, they are so lame.
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His grin is still impressed, looking her up and down "You never told us you were going to be famous."
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"What commercial? Eric never employed me."
She looks alarmed now. "What happened?"
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Man. Now that he thought about it, that was a bit creepy.
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"It looked just like you! You had this- Uh ... You better hope Sam didn't see it, 'cause you killed a Werewolf."
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"How...?"
Wait. "What's Sam got to do with werewolves?"
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"No!"
What the hell, why don't people just tell this shit jesus christ on a hotdog -
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Her shock is a little bit confusing, though.
"But it's no big deal, I mean, here everyone's got some powers."
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