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[meowminx]

WHO: Vampire Selina and OPEN
WHERE: All over the City
WHEN: Nighttime! Wednesday through Saturday
SUMMARY: Pseudo vampire roams the night as a big floaty bundle of emo and cloak. See here!
WARNINGS: Will be updated if needed.
FORMAT: Whatev

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Friiiiidaaaay late night

[doubleoohbaby]

James is fed up of waiting around like this, dealing with Selina's weird behaviour while struggling to visit, so it's only fair that he takes it upon himself to visit her.

After he realises she's not at home and in bed where she should be, he takes his search to the city. It's not hard to locate her once he starts looking and eventually James is perched up high on the top edge of an apartment block as he watches, shaking his head slowly.

"Headache still bothering you, is it?"

[meowminx]

Selina crouches on the opposite room, half-buried in the fold of her cloak. The hood is thrown back and her eyes are a bit wild.

"James..." There's a bit of a whine in her voice, a bit of a hiss.

[doubleoohbaby]

He watches her carefully, casually and all too suspiciously.

"Hello, dear. Fancy meeting you here..."

[meowminx]

She doesn't look to be in a joking mood. In fact, she looks rather sad as she studies him.

"You shouldn't have come."

THURSDAY, EARLY EVENING; Zee --> Diana --> Selina?

[fishnets]

Zatanna and Diana had just finished dinner at a nice little place in a nice little part of the City. Sure, they didn't live here anymore, but small towns didn't have the same kind of restaurants (better coffee, maybe, but when you wanted Thai food? Not so good...). Complacent with their meals and little styrofoam boxes for leftovers in their arms, they decided to go for a bit of a stroll before heading home. The weather was still nice enough to walk (or fly) about and this might be the last night they could do this before it got much too cold.

Engrossed in conversation -- about Zee's boyfriend and Barry and Tim and if they should get that cute little coffee table they saw in the antique shop downtown -- they hadn't noticed when they took a wrong turn and were going down an alleyway. By the time they had, they were nearly made their way through it. It wasn't as if they couldn't take care of themselves, after all. No biggie.

[sufferinsappho]

A nice dinner with her friend coupled with a cool evening stroll places Diana in a particularly good mood. In turn, she's a little chattier than usual -- and she's not paying as much attention to her surroundings as she normally does. So, when Zatanna points out that they're in an alleyway, she's a bit surprised, but doesn't really pay their location much mind.

"We should get that table. It would certainly look lovely in our sitting room."

[meowminx]

The familiarity of the voices was what caught Selina's attention, made her pause in her nightly wanderings. She watched them from a ledge overlooking the alley. If one of them were to look up, they'd spy a figure crouched with a dramatic amount of cloak billowing about.

[fishnets]

Yet Zatanna didn't. For a big gun of the magic world and a seasoned superhero, you'd think she'd learn to not let her guard down by now... plus. That table was awesome.

"Mm, yeah. But they have a few finishes. I don't think I'd be able to decide between the cherrywood and the mocha. But the oak finish is nice, too..." They'd all look good with the furniture. Maybe they could get Barry's opinion on it? He'd probably say he didn't have an opinion and to get what they wanted. Perhaps they could just approach it by saying 'which color do you like better'? Tim would probably be of no help. He wasn't much of an interior decorator....

Hope it's okay to jump in...

[origamiguardian]

Maggie had to admit, this whole everyone thinks they're vampires thing was starting to get to her. The fact that they were all doing horrible imitations of Bela Lugosi was helpful, but she still kept being reminded of the time the British Library agent with the pointy teeth in the scary castle in Romania blasted her and her sisters with a nasty sonic canon. Severe vertigo and waiting for blown eardrums to heal is so very not fun, and she realized being constantly reminded of that was mildly unpleasant. Not to mention how she had been forced to sacrifice a copy of Bram Stoker's Dracula to save Anita from a bullet. Poor book

[meowminx]

She did notice. A giant flying paper craft was a bit hard to miss.

As much as she was trying to avoid people, she had to stop and stare at the oncoming visitor. Whatever it was they wanted, it was one hell of an entrance.

[origamiguardian]

Don't worry, Selina, it's just a six foot tall superpowered freelance spy/mercenary from Hong Kong dropping in to say hello.

Maggie saw Selina stop and turn around, so she called out to look slightly less imposing, "Hello, ma'am."

The minion gracefully dropped her to the top of the roof before dispersing into component sheets of paper, some of which Maggie summoned into her sleeve as if she was vaccuuming them up with her hand, some of which scattered at her feet and to the wind.

Maggie was not good at gracefully easing into an issue, so simply asked, "Are you one of those people who... seem to be afflicted with vampirism?"

[meowminx]

Selina doesn't respond for a moment, watching the paper master in action. It's pretty fascinating to see. "There are others?"

Saturday | 10 pm

[improvesmorale]

The Narrator wasn't dying, but he was beginning to understand why animals dragged themselves into corners to wait for the end. At first, he relished it, the way people would cross the street to avoid him, the way their eyes widened when he bled all over the cheap, plastic seats on the bus, the way they whispered and gasped when they saw the hole in his face and his sticky, red sleeves. But it changed. Surface wounds from Fight Club were one thing - benign, distant, easy to ignore - but start bleeding buckets, and, well, every Joe on the street starts getting anxious about all those poor, sleepless nights he'll have if he lets a man bleed to death before the winter holidays. The Narrator couldn't remember the last time he slept.

I am Jack's Christian charity.The fourth time someone threatened to call the police, he stole a pair of sweatpants from an outdoor sale rack and ducked into an alleyway. He was still fully convinced he had suffered a complete break from reality, but all the questions from his alarmed and sickened imaginary

Saturday | 10 pm

[meowminx]

It was as if the smell of the blood drew her. Perhaps it did. She floated down from the rooftops to the alley floor, as if not to disturb the...

Injured man?

Prey?

As she moved closer, though, the ruined side of his face caught the dim streetlight and she paused.

"I know you," she said, cluing him in on her presence. He was that guy she'd talked to days before over the comms. The one who thought none of this was real.

He hadn't stopped bleeding yet.

[improvesmorale]

For a man covered in blood, bruises, and contusions sprawled on the concrete ground of an alleyway, the Narrator was startling cognizant. He followed her with his eyes as she dropped from the roof. He straightened his back. Closed the magazine.

"Yeah." He blinked. Once. Twice. His voice was still raspy and wet; he didn't even bother clearing his throat or spitting up blood anymore. "Fancy seeing you here."

[meowminx]

She didn't get too close. Her run-in with Bond the previous night had proved how little control she had. "You look like hell..." There was a little pause. "Never caught your name."

Friday - sometime after Bond

[nosleepinventor]

Jordan wandered around the City, checking it out because it was all new. It was cold, but so what? She moved fast enough that she could keep herself warm [and it had been later in the year that she'd come from, if from California].

Suddenly, a cloak! And, despite being a human and not a cat, the billowiness arrested her attention and made her have to go attempt to catch it.

[ooc: if that makes no sense at all, I will try to do better. ^^;]

it's fine!

[meowminx]

After the disastrous run-in with Bond, Selina had pretty much taken to brooding. Clearly, after everything, she was meant to be alone.

She wasn't expecting someone to attack her cloak.

She leapt up, putting some distance between herself and the stranger. "Stay back," she warned with a hiss.

Hooray for fine!

[nosleepinventor]

Jordan stepped back a few paces, nonplussed by the hiss.

"I'm sorry! It's just that I haven't seen a cloak do that before! There isn't even that much wind, and you weren't going fast enough for it to be because of that. I just wanted to see why it was billowing like that. It was pretty cool that it could do that! Do you know why it did?"

[meowminx]

Selina stared for a long moment. This wasn't exactly the type of response she was expecting. "No," she finally replied. It was probably some vampire side effect she wasn't familiar with.