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Thomas Raith ([personal profile] loveconquersdinosaurs) wrote in [community profile] undergrounds2016-05-20 07:35 pm

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1. His plans for London mostly went like this: try to avoid dying, and don't make any unnecessary enemies. Simple, straightforward, and unfortunately, harder than one might hope considering Millicent's recent edicts. Let's kill humans, let's kill werewolves, let's piss off half the known factions. The vampires back home didn't exactly value lives, and certainly most of them wouldn't care about humans or werewolves, but at least they valued subtlety.

His concern, of course, was that when those other factions got angry they wouldn't target the one who had made the edict, but rather, the ones that were far more accessible and easier to kill. Namely the newer vampires, like himself. Not that he was going to hole away and hide. Instead, he was going to head out and go drinking. After all, if all of this led to an all out war, Thomas might as well enjoy things before they got worse. Besides, maybe hitting the bars he'd learn something useful. Or meet a delectable new friend. Having relocated, he did need to rebuild a network of people he could rely on for a bite, after all.

That was his excuse, at least, for going to the bar, throwing back cheap alcohol (why pay more when nothing tasted right, after all), and flirting with anyone who caught his eye.

2. After dining on a nice young lady that night, Thomas noticed she seemed a bit woozy, like maybe he'd had too much to drink. Or maybe she had, since he did notice her drinking a glass of wine before she'd gone with him. Either way, he was not letting her walk home on her own. That was why he currently was walking around the dark streets of London, a woman leaning heavily against him, quietly directing him to her apartment.

An apartment where, apparently, the entrance that she needed was around the side of the building, toward the back. Well, in that case he was particularly glad he didn't let her walk back on her own, he thought as she directed them into the dark, secluded area. This certainly didn't seem like the best area for a woman who couldn't even walk straight. He focused on their surroundings more, taking advantage of the fact that he could see just fine in this lack of light to keep an eye out for potential dangers.

3. The downside to needing to operate at night, of course, was the fact that most businesses were only open during the day. This meant that Thomas had to wake up as soon as the sun set sometimes, and rush out to get any errands done that he needed to get done, unless he wanted to use the last few minutes of darkness in the morning. That, however, left the risk of the sun rising while he was out, which was far too dangerous.

Which, of course, left him with a very impatient cashier at the local beauty supply store as he decided just what product would be the best to take care of his gorgeous, perfect locks.

"Come on, we close in five minutes," he heard her snap, and so he grabbed both bottles he was looking at.

Slowly sauntering out of the aisle, one bottle in each hand, Thomas made eye contact with the woman, a slow, apologetic smile creeping across his features. "I'm sorry," he said, "You didn't have my usual brand, and I wasn't sure what to go with. Although I suppose with hair as lovely as yours, I should have just come to you for advice in the first place."

Because flattery and flirtation were the way to get out of every problem...including getting a few more minutes to make shopping decisions.

4. Choose Your Own Adventure
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[personal profile] outstandingbalance 2016-05-21 02:36 am (UTC)(link)
It might seem like coincidence, running into another vampire here, but with the amount of time Natasha spends in different bars—well, they were probably bound to run into each other eventually.

She doesn't circulate much. At this point, it seems like too much temptation. Natasha is only too aware of the warm bodies around her, the blood running through their veins, and she wants it. But staying in isn't an answer either. So she sits at the corner of the bar, nursing a glass of whiskey and watching the room. Pointedly not hunting.

Natasha notices him when he shows up, making his rounds, and it's not hard to make him for what he is. The question is what she wants to do about it. She could ignore him—but the kind of things she's been involved in lately, it seems a little late to get cautious now. And she could use a distraction.

So she meets his eyes when he glances her way, a little smile playing around her lips, and tips her head back in an invitation to join her. Up to him if he wants to take it.
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[personal profile] outstandingbalance 2016-05-21 04:46 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, he has a high opinion of himself. Natasha half wonders if she's going to regret this. Maybe she ought to have just kept to herself?

She's gone this far, though. Might as well see where it goes. He doesn't seem like a threat, at least, and she can use more contacts.

"You were noticeable," Natasha agrees smoothly, not quite making it sound like a compliment. It's not an insult, either. Just a statement of fact. Her own smile is restrained. "And from the sound of it, you're from out of town too."
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[personal profile] outstandingbalance 2016-05-22 01:13 am (UTC)(link)
"You're not wrong." Her accent isn't overwhelming, but it is distinct. She can hide it with an effort, but for now she doesn't see much reason to bother.

In some ways it's useful to signal herself as an outsider.

"Volgograd originally," she elaborates. Though it had been called Stalingrad still when she was born, and she hadn't lived there in decades. "I moved to London a couple of months ago."
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[personal profile] outstandingbalance 2016-05-22 03:41 am (UTC)(link)
"You probably have. It was Stalingrad up until the sixties. The name was scrubbed off when politics changed." Natasha's willing to give a short lesson; that's about the extent she'll go with it, unless he shows a real interest. Even then, there's not much more to say.

She sips her own drink, pausing before she answers his question. Half of why she explained the history was to buy time, considering how she wanted to answer.

Finally she answers with a shrug. "I'm not. Got tired of nest politics. New city, fresh start? Seemed like a good chance to stay out of them this time around."

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[personal profile] emotioneater 2016-05-21 07:31 am (UTC)(link)
"Get movin', pretty boy. Some of us are growing old here." The flat voice came from the teenager who was currently tapping an impatient foot right behind Thomas. Looked like he wasn't the only one doing shopping. Cooper's sleeping schedule had largely been shaken up in the past week thanks to the gift of a daylight ring. He was trying to balance out a life that now had the possibility of daytime and nighttime hours.

Still, old habits died hard, and he'd woken up late that day. Normally, he wasn't one much for beauty products, but he happened to have a weakness for a particular brand of bubble bath they carried.
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[personal profile] emotioneater 2016-05-22 12:46 am (UTC)(link)
Cooper sighed loudly in an over the top tone as Thomas failed to take a hint. "Y'know, times used t'be men only bathed once a week and were grateful for a bar of soap. Now, they lather themselves up like a bunch of little ponces."

Before, he had just been annoyed. Now, he was actively trying to bait the man. Nobody had ever accused Cooper of having a level head. Getting into an argument while waiting in line was standard course for the old vampire.
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[personal profile] emotioneater 2016-05-25 01:27 am (UTC)(link)
Cooper slammed his purchase down hard enough to make the girl behind the counter jump. Usually, Thomas' words would have made him throw a shit fit that made him resemble an angry Donald Duck. Instead, he was smiling. There was something toothy about that smile, rather like the way a shark had a grin on its face before attacking a seal.

"Y'know, I'd watch my mouth if I were you. 'Cause you never know when you might run into a maniac willing to drag your ass out to the parking lot and run over that pretty face of yours a couple of times with their motorcycle." Cooper probably wouldn't really do that...probably being key word there.

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[personal profile] freelife 2016-05-21 02:03 pm (UTC)(link)
Evie was the sort to keep an eye out for potential dangers. After Millicent's decrees, she'd taken to patrolling the streets a bit more, watching for any innocents that happened to get caught in the cross-fire. It didn't just extend to vampires and their intended victims, however. Any girl stumbling out of a bar caught her attention, and she wasn't about to do nothing if she could.

Seeing a young woman stumbling down a dark alley with a vampire, Evie was naturally worried. Descending from the rooftops, she moved into the alley, watching for a few moments before announcing her presence.

"You alright, love?" She asked the girl, not the vampire she was with, though she looked at him, too. She didn't recognize him. "I can take you home, if you'd rather." She'd already eaten. "I'm sure I don't have to tell you it's not safe out here." A fellow woman, after all, posed less of a threat than some strange man. Unless the man was Jacob, then all women seemed to fawn over him, but her brother wasn't here right now. Just Evie, this girl, and Thomas.
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Evie pursed her lips. "of course it is," she responded cryptically, but didn't make to leave. How was she to believe Thomas- some American that had no idea about their Underground culture- wasn't going to drain the woman dry? Honestly, she had everyone's best interest at heart.

so she lowered her voice and spoke again to the woman: "you are alright, aren't you? you could tell me if you weren't." She's be furious it this woman wound up dead on tomorrow's news. If she declines help, fine. but she'll wait outside and make sure she's safe before disappearing out again.
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Thomas. So that was his name. Alright, Evie would remember that. She held up her hands, empty, at the two of them. "Very well." But she wasn't going to leave, not just yet.

Thomas seemed to know that, too, as when he was done dropping the girl off, he returned to the scene of their conversation.

"You can never be too careful, with Millicent's decrees. I didn't want anyone taking advantage of a so-obviously drunk girl."

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[personal profile] aglaochartos 2016-05-26 02:44 am (UTC)(link)
"Vodka."

Noted, a bit extraneously, after seeing the man make his second drink order. He was loathe to talk to strangers (though somehow, it was less uncomfortable than talking to friends), but the word had simply come up and there was nothing he could do with it now except explain in a flat tone,

"If you're going to order cheaply, it should be vodka. It's the only drink that tastes the same, whether you order it top or bottom shelf."

A little trick that one learned when one's cohorts spiraled into alcoholism.
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[personal profile] aglaochartos 2016-05-30 04:10 pm (UTC)(link)
"I have a lot of experience with friends who have a preference for it."

Sitting back, taking a breath, trying not to think of Charles. What a waste of a life.

"I have a preference for wine. But it all leads to the same end; cheap or not, it all gets you drunk."
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[personal profile] aglaochartos 2016-05-30 06:25 pm (UTC)(link)
"Depends on how much time you have." Acquiesced, with a tilt of his head. "If you've got all night, better to sip on wine or scotch, I think. The faster you're drunk the faster you're sick after all, no?" Though, considering the size of the man he was speaking with... "But perhaps you're not plagued with that issue."

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