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06 July 2007 @ 04:15 pm
*After discovering that Armand (and consequently possibly many of the others she has met in the castle) is a vampire, Mina has been hanging crucfixes and garlic around in random places - in doorways, by windows, sometimes even on bookshelves or in cabinets. She's doing it at the moment, in fact, in the library.*
30 May 2007 @ 07:44 pm
The vampire walked through a darkened stone passageway, footfalls echoing loudly. That didn't seem to concern him, however, as he surveyed his surroundings with quiet interest. Was he alone, or were any other members of the coven here? Or perhaps there were others of his kind here whom he did not know, or even mortals. He sped up.

Louis idly ran a cold hand along the even colder wall, debating whether or not to call out. He heard no noises as he continued to walk, and decided not to break the silence around him. The sound of his footfalls ceased abruptly.

[Typist: As the username suggests, this is Louis de Pointe du Lac from Anne Rice's Vampire Chronicles.]
Current Mood: anxiousApprehensive
30 May 2007 @ 10:04 pm
*A pretty mortal youth appears inside the castle. He looks around, bewildered, having no idea how he got here or where he was. He begins calling out softly in a string of fluent French, trying to find someone to help him discover his whereabouts. There's a vulnerable yet sensual aura about him but he's clearly just human and nothing supernatural. The only odd thing that may be noticable is recent vampiric bite marks on his neck*

Typist: The mortal boy Denis from Interview With The Vampire, by Anne Rice. Note that he may appear delicate but since it is not specified anywhere I play him as being in his late teens.
Current Mood: confusedconfused
30 May 2007 @ 09:47 pm
*The auburn haired vampire Armand feels a strong power that ultimately leads him to this castle within the woods. He looks up at it, entranced, and not knowing why. With his youthful teenage angelic looks he almost seems to be a little boy lost as he steps through the castle's doors. Many here would no doubt know or sense that he is far from as innocent as he appears*

Typist: Armand is from Anne Rice's Vampire Chronicles.
Current Mood: curiouscurious
29 May 2007 @ 04:56 pm
*There is a village only a few miles from the castle, but, somehow, those who live there have never seen or noticed the castle, which attests to its otherworldly nature. The people who live in the village are simple people, if that can be said about anyone. They grow their crops and raise their animals and fall in love and raise children and are happy and sad and often bored, just like anyone else. They are quite unaware that their small community has become quite probably the primary source of prey for a community of vampires.*

[Typist: WARNING. The comments to this post may very likely contain violence of an easily predicted nature.]
28 May 2007 @ 04:09 am
*Hardly intimidated by the dramatic towers and the dark look of the castle, Lestat de Lioncourt strode up to the front door without even a hint of hesitation. The overwhelming vampiric powers he felt inside weren't enough to dissuade him or to even make him stop and consider the impulse to go in -- without knocking, thank you -- and if anything, it just made him all the more eager and curious to see what awaited. It wasn't that he intended to stay long. If anything, he was already ready to leave. The castle was old and dark and not at all interesting. It was like something out of an old Gothic novel or a horror movie. Where was the noveau? The flair?

Armand would like it here.

Disdainful, Lestat pressed his hand against one of the stones, brought it away, and then stared at the dirt on his skin. He brushed his hands together in a casual, graceful gesture and all the dirt seemed to slide off as if it had never been there. Smirking, he opened the door and stepped inside the castle without even bothering to hide his presence.*
27 May 2007 @ 09:52 pm
*Enter Nicolas de L'Enfent, looking around the castle without even a hint of surprise. He is dark-haired and dark-eyed, quite handsome -- he was even moreso when he was alive, but now there is a touch of madness about him.*

Typist: So, this would be one Nicki from The Vampire Lestat, taken from right before he loses his hands. Be gentle, this is my first time playing him.
28 May 2007 @ 03:59 pm

*Angel stood at the edge of the forest,  brooding and looking down at the castle.*  Strange, there seems to be some inexplicable power emanating from this place *  He knew there were other vampires within, and decided that 'the powers that be' must have brought him here to deal with them.  He decided that he couldn't do anything until he knew what was going on, and decided to go in and find out.  Walking out of the forest and down the snow covered hill, he approached the main entrance, opened the door and steped inside.*

[Typist: Angel from Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Angel]

Current Mood: contemplativebrooding
27 May 2007 @ 10:21 pm
*Spike stood staring up at the castle. So this was the place that had been calling out to him. It didn't look so great, just another castle, he'd seen plenty of them in his time and he wasn't too fond of them, always freezing cold and in the middle of nowhere. But there was something different about this one, he could feel it. It eminated power, more power than he'd even felt the Hellmouth give off. And Spike was always one to go where the power was. He wondered if any of vampires had come, they must have felt it too. Well he wasn't going to waste anymore time standing around here, may as well go inside the dump.*

[Typist: Spike: Buffy the Vampire Slayer]
26 May 2007 @ 09:23 pm
*She didn't mean to be here, but here she is - wandering around the mostly empty hallways, confused and lost. She's afraid, as the only castle she knows of is the Count's, and the fact that she might have inadventently ended up in the Count's castle is utterly terrifying to her. She keeps instinctively grabbing ahold of her crucifix and letting it go at the sudden twinge of pain it causes her every time. She would be relieved to see anyone, though, depending on who it was, the relief might not last long.*

[Typist: Mina Harker, from the novel Dracula.]