Disco Inferno [Active/Closed]
Characters: Rayne, Namine, Zetsu.
Setting: Blue Kitchen
Time: Night 002. A little bit after Mid-Night.
Summary: Yukimi is doomed to spend his entire stay at Dollsy in the kitchen, another ninja meets him, Zetsu is Zetsu, Namine continues to be cute, and Rayne is joining the newly founded Burned Face Club
Warnings: Zetsu exists. Rayne is there (and blood deprived). Namine is cute.
Hands clenching around the grips of her blades, it was all Rayne could do to keep her breathing even as she hurried for the kitchen, going as fast as she could while making sure Namine could stay close. While the time between teaching the blonde how to use knives and now had been /so enjoyable/, what with finding out that things could break down doors now, and the more than one horrifying trip to various parts of the house. The kitchen much earlier that night to eat, various trips to bathrooms, rooms that ended up holding things that had even thrown Rayne for a loop. Add in the fact that her supply of blood was not only running low, but the fact that stored blood did not feed her as much as fresh blood did, Rayne was not in a good mood.
Her senses seemed to be on overdrive. Everything she saw was brighter, more pronounced than it usually was. The sounds of construction were deafening, but the sound of rushing blood was something that made her feel like she was going to go insane. Her own pulse, Namine's, things they had hurried past, hearing them even through the walls, along with the sharp scent of fear and blood and a range of other emotions. She hated this... this side effect, a desperate survival instinct that ran with vampires, to help them hunt when they most needed to feed, the last step before the inevitable started to happen. Weakening, and eventually, being too weak to move, speak, but not being weak enough to die. Lying where ever you had fallen, on a permanent, starved death bed until you managed to feed again. She refused to kill something and feed in front of Namine, but she also refused get anywhere near that state. Sometime, before the night was up, she had to eat, one way or another. But for now, she would focus on getting Namine something to eat.
Wrenching the kitchen door open, she ushered the girl inside. "We should be safe enough to eat, if anything. I don't believe there is anything in the adjoining rooms that could break in."
Setting: Blue Kitchen
Time: Night 002. A little bit after Mid-Night.
Summary: Yukimi is doomed to spend his entire stay at Dollsy in the kitchen, another ninja meets him, Zetsu is Zetsu, Namine continues to be cute, and Rayne is joining the newly founded Burned Face Club
Warnings: Zetsu exists. Rayne is there (and blood deprived). Namine is cute.
Hands clenching around the grips of her blades, it was all Rayne could do to keep her breathing even as she hurried for the kitchen, going as fast as she could while making sure Namine could stay close. While the time between teaching the blonde how to use knives and now had been /so enjoyable/, what with finding out that things could break down doors now, and the more than one horrifying trip to various parts of the house. The kitchen much earlier that night to eat, various trips to bathrooms, rooms that ended up holding things that had even thrown Rayne for a loop. Add in the fact that her supply of blood was not only running low, but the fact that stored blood did not feed her as much as fresh blood did, Rayne was not in a good mood.
Her senses seemed to be on overdrive. Everything she saw was brighter, more pronounced than it usually was. The sounds of construction were deafening, but the sound of rushing blood was something that made her feel like she was going to go insane. Her own pulse, Namine's, things they had hurried past, hearing them even through the walls, along with the sharp scent of fear and blood and a range of other emotions. She hated this... this side effect, a desperate survival instinct that ran with vampires, to help them hunt when they most needed to feed, the last step before the inevitable started to happen. Weakening, and eventually, being too weak to move, speak, but not being weak enough to die. Lying where ever you had fallen, on a permanent, starved death bed until you managed to feed again. She refused to kill something and feed in front of Namine, but she also refused get anywhere near that state. Sometime, before the night was up, she had to eat, one way or another. But for now, she would focus on getting Namine something to eat.
Wrenching the kitchen door open, she ushered the girl inside. "We should be safe enough to eat, if anything. I don't believe there is anything in the adjoining rooms that could break in."