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Kenzi ([personal profile] kleptofaeniac) wrote in [community profile] undergrounds2016-05-09 07:44 pm

Now we're bound to linger on (May Catch-All)

1. Guilty Pleasures
"Welcome to Guilty Pleasures!"

Kenzi wasn't going to slap some cheesy tagline on the greeting like she should, she wasn't in the mood to be anything more than fake-chipper like a fast-food register worker: disdainful but faking it anyway. She wasn't hungry, thank God. She'd learned that showing up to the club with a hankering for some Type O would lead to bad things.

Like almost eating someone in the club bathroom.

Yeah, that wasn't the smartest thing to do. Not that she'd admit that out loud.

"Drink, Private room?"

She'd just do her job - ugh- and get through the night. Without a drink. Fuck.


2. Bloodfest
Maybe it was the fact that she'd been eating as little as possible because she wanted to pretend she was still human. Maybe it was the scent of blood so thick in the air she could practically taste it. Maybe she just wasn't equipped with the self-control to be a vampire.

Maybe she wanted to just give into the animal instinct to hunt and kill that she still wasn't used to.

Whatever it was, the first night of the Bloodfest Millicent sanctioned was going to get a little more bloody.

As she walked out of the latest bar with Nancy by her side, Kenzi's smile faded in increments as she began to feel....rather strange. Like something was pushing at her head from behind.

"Oh, fudgecicles. I think I'm gonna be sick again," is all she gets out before she makes a beeline for the alley just on the other side of the bar. She isn't sure if she's going to hurl or not but...well. This was too weird for this not to be sickness and it was getting worse quickly.


3. Wildcard
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[personal profile] stauncherhearted 2016-05-10 03:50 am (UTC)(link)
It was stupid to be out during the Bloodfest, as it was to be called. But Nancy and Kenzi had had plans to go out tonight for weeks to celebrate the end of the elections (and a successful rigging of the vote) and Nancy was nothing if not incredibly stubborn. So here they were, alcohol in Nancy's blood, and hopefully Kenzi's, too.

She'd been blissfully unaware of the way Kenzi was feeling, how little she'd been eating, otherwise maybe she wouldn't have stuck to her plans. Regardless, she was here now, following Kenzi into the alley like she'd done a thousand times. Immediately, she made to hold Kenzi's hair back if she was going to vomit.

Not the first time they'd done this, and certainly not since she'd turned.

"What's going on? You didn't drink that much, I thought"
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[personal profile] stauncherhearted 2016-05-14 01:30 am (UTC)(link)
It was times like this when Nancy completely and totally forgot that Kenzi was a vampire. To her, she was just her best friend, usual old Kenzi. So she thought nothing of, when she heard her friend moan in pain, stepping forward to gently reach for her friend.

"C'mon, then. Maybe coming out tonight was a bad idea. Let's get you home." She could hope, at least, that Kenzi was down for this. So far all their nights out were something less-than-spectacular. Probably best to stick to nights in.
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[personal profile] stauncherhearted 2016-05-17 07:53 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yeah?" She offers, her hand now on Kenzi's shoulder. She should have been on her guard, she knew. If it had been any other night, any other person, she'd have clued in almost immediately that she was in danger. But Kenzi was Kenzi, and would never hurt her.

She looks up at her friend, and it's only then that she notices the fangs.

"Kenzi..." She lowered her hand slowly, calmly. "Kenzi, don't do this." She kept her hands up in a protective, placating gesture. She could talk her out of this, she knew she could. Because right now, magic wasn't an option. it would only escalate things, and between the two of them... Kenzi was faster, and stronger.
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[personal profile] stauncherhearted 2016-05-26 03:06 am (UTC)(link)
It's a chance, and Nancy should have taken it. But she'd never been one for common sense, and her loyalty was surely her tragic flaw. When Kenzi tore into her own wrist, Nancy let out a small muffled scream.

No- she couldn't stand here and watch her best friend mutilate herself. She couldn't. She didn't know what would happen, but if she had to find out, Nancy did not want it to be tonight.

"I can't leave you like this," she says, bile rising in her throat as Kenzi feeds on herself. The act seems so... This isn't Kenzi. "I won't leave you like this," she says, a bit stronger. But what can she do?

Let her best friend starve, let her best friend attack some poor innocent person? Or let her best friend feed and attack her instead? "Let's get you to JC. He'll be able to help." Help with what? There was nothing to do. But it was safer, safer for all of them.

She keeps her distance, though, hands out towards her friend.
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[personal profile] stauncherhearted 2016-05-29 08:25 pm (UTC)(link)
There's a small noise that escapes from Nancy- wounded, small- and she realizes that with that sound she's started to cry.

But Kenzi is hurt and she takes a step towards her, because she wants to help her more than anything in the world. That's what she needed- and if Nancy could deliver it, she would.

"It'll be alright- I'm going to help you. We just have to get you to JC, his club isn't far." She tries the same tactic again. Truthfully, she knew nothing of what Kenzi was experiencing. How ravenous, how mad for blood she was, and the idea hadn't even crossed her drunk mind. She'd never known a newborn before, only heard of them and their tempers. But Kenzi was different. Kenzi could resist. She knew she could. She believed in her.
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[personal profile] stauncherhearted 2016-05-30 08:13 pm (UTC)(link)
Her back hit the wall, and she knew she was done for. she couldn't use magic- not her best friend that couldn't use magic. and to be honest, it was the last thing on her mind.

"Kenzi- please-!" she begged before she felt Kenzi's teeth puncture her vein. Unprepared she let out a small scream.
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[personal profile] outstandingbalance 2016-05-30 08:45 pm (UTC)(link)
It's not exactly luck that Natasha is on the scene. For all that she'd intended to stay in and out of the way, when the bloodshed started, Natasha hadn't been able to look the other way. What's happening here? That's just what she's had her eyes and her ears open for--the only real surprise when she responds to a scream and the smell of blood is that she knows both the victim and her attacker.

That recognition doesn't hold her back though. The scent of blood jangled her senses, but Kenzi makes a good surrogate for the aggression that it stirs up, and Natasha pulls her off Nancy and whirls her up against the wall with all her strength. At this point, she's not worried about being gentle.
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[personal profile] freelife 2016-05-11 11:27 pm (UTC)(link)
Evie wasn't the sort of person who would ever come to Guilty Pleasures for, well, guilty pleasures. No, when she came in, it was always on business. Today, her business was supposed to be for Jean-Claude. Having just arrived back in town, she was trying to reestablish her old contacts, and having one such contact in a place like this was highly valuable. Before, she'd been friends with women that ran brothels, hidden people there, and gotten all sort of information from them. Now the closest thing to the brothels she could really find were the strip clubs.

"Excuse me," Evie said, approaching a young woman that appeared more fully clothed than your average stripper. "I'm looking for Jean-Claude." She had no idea he wasn't actually supposed to be at the club that night, but had been hoping to catch him on the clock.
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[personal profile] freelife 2016-05-14 01:34 am (UTC)(link)
Old, sure, for human standards. By vampire standards, Evie was only in her mid-100s. She hardly considered herself old. But she did keep a lot of her mannerisms, rather than changing with the times. That's what happened when you kept to yourself, often enough.

Hearing the sass from the young vampire at the desk- she had to be young- Evie raised a well-groomed eyebrow. "I see customer service has gone to the wayside." She offers a tight smile, but fine, whatever she needed to do. "My name is Evie Frye."
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[personal profile] freelife 2016-05-17 08:18 pm (UTC)(link)
Her lip twitches in the smallest facsimile of a smile. But only barely.

"No, ideally." If newer vampires knew who she was, well, then there was a bit of a problem, wasn't there? "But Jean-Claude certainly does." Casually namedropping the boss, no big deal.
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[personal profile] freelife 2016-05-26 03:01 am (UTC)(link)
Well that explains some things.

"No, I'm sorry." Evie said as patiently as she could, offering a small, reassuring smile to the young woman in front of her. "I'd like to speak directly to him. We're old acquaintances- you don't happen to have his mobile number, do you?"
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[personal profile] freelife 2016-05-29 07:59 pm (UTC)(link)
"Of course. You don't speak with him. No texts from your sire, or your boss." Yeah, sorry, Kenzi. She didn't believe that at all.

So, she'll just reach over and take a piece of paper and a pen and start to write a brief message to Jean-Claude. Her handwriting is elegant without trying, too easily practiced.

"I trust you can deliver him a letter." She'll be sealing it.
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[personal profile] occultdisciple 2016-05-17 06:56 pm (UTC)(link)
It's the smell that attracts him. The sense of death. Because, well, as far as he knew, he was the only vampire who was supposed to be in attendance. He watches the girl for a few moments then approaches her when she nears the bar. At hearing the change of her order--

"Two glasses of Cabernet," he says.

Then, to her, he offers, "The texture's better. A bit more palatable."
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[personal profile] baisant 2016-05-13 11:30 pm (UTC)(link)
Jean-Claude is not happy with the state of things. Not only have the streets gone wild, but Zane has just given him some news that he could have done without tonight. And since Kenzi is there at the club tonight, since she's his progeny and employee, he supposes that she has a right to know.

So when he approaches her, the look on his face is as blank as it ever gets, which doesn't bode well. She will have perhaps learned by now that when Jean-Claude goes all vampire, it means that something is amiss. "I would speak with you," he says, pointedly. Preferably not in front of anyone else, in other words.

((ooc: let me know if this is alright? i can change if needed, i just thought why not combine with his plot besides c:))
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[personal profile] baisant 2016-05-14 01:31 pm (UTC)(link)
Jean-Claude leads her aside and into the employee's only section of the club. Though he does not go so far as to take her into his office -- such a gesture would be perhaps misconstrued, given the tension in the air this evening. So he stops once he understands they are mostly out of earshot of the rest and turns to Kenzi, his dark blue eyes grave and piercing.

"One of our dancers has gone missing," he says, without preamble. As is his way sometimes. Sometimes all theatrics and misdirection and sometimes preferring to keep things straight to business.
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[personal profile] baisant 2016-05-20 01:24 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, most definitely 'seems'. He is far less chill about it than he is letting on, but most of what he is feeling is guilt for the fact that this is his fault, and that is not something that he would let show to others, definitely not.

"Cherry," he replies, and he knows that she worked that night. He knows that she knows that she was his 'Millicent', even if it might take a few moments, even if she might not make the connection at first. She will. She was right, after all. Having a Millicent dancer was risky. But Jean-Claude had been willing to play the game. And this is the cost. "She's been gone since yesterday."