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Post by Mina Harker on Jul 21, 2010 17:11:00 GMT -7
The sun was now slowly going over the horizon. Many shops were closing and a few people were running home. Mina had just arrived to Transylvania. Getting out of the carriage from her home she stepped out on the cobblestones of the streets. Mina's dress was very elegant since she came from a wealthy family and all. Taking her hat off she stuck it in her bag, and she took down her hair down.
Black hair had fallen on her back and her it was spread out around her shoulders. Scratching her head she looked about her surroundings and started to take a stroll around the square area and Mina hummed lightly to herself. Mina was watching a few people as she entered a park.
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Post by Dracula on Jul 22, 2010 2:23:40 GMT -7
Another evening approaches. I feel it through my coffin, as day becomes night once again, and I rise, my inner chamber already alight, water in a basin, my cloths lay out neatly on a table near by. Stepping out of my coffin, I shed the cloths from the night before, leaving them where they lay for my wives to clean up in their own time, as I move to the basin of water. It's an old fashioned tool, but the castle was made long ago, and I never felt the need to upgrade to modern plumbing. The vampiric state has no need to such things as lavatory. Splashing some water over my cold flesh, I reach for the hand towel, and prepare myself to put on fresh clothing. I may not have updated my living area much over the long centuries, but my appearance has had to change with the times. Survival causes need to fit in a bit with the sheep. Black slacks that fit comfortably, a black silk dress shirt, and a thin leather belt, and I'm dressed to go out. I've lived for so long, that nights seem to blend in to one another, a monotony that can be depressing. But I always feel alive during the hunt. My senses tuned out, I walk through the streets of Transylvania, searching the crowd, to find my evening's prey. There are many delectable ladies in the crowd tonight, but none seem to present themselves as particular worthy prey. It would be simple to pick them off from the crowd, drinking their life away, dropping them unseen into an alley... But there's noting exciting about that. No. I want something... more... And that's when I see her. A lady in a beautiful gown, obviously from a wealthy upbringing, I watch as she loosens her hat, letting her dark locks flow down her back in a sea of beauty to frame her perfect face. She seemed to be alone, and just sight seeing. I stay back, watching, stalking, taking in everything. She is alone, and she doesn't seem to be waiting on anyone. With confidence I widen my path, making sure to intercept her's, so that we cross paths within moments of her entering the garden. I smile down at her, careful to keep my fangs unseen in the move,
"Transylvania is dangerous for such a lovely flower, this time of night. Tell me dear, where is your escort? Surely a lady as fine as yourself has not come out alone."
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Post by Mina Harker on Jul 22, 2010 10:34:46 GMT -7
This was her first night here in Transylvania. Mina looked about her surroundings as she walked through the beautiful streets and she was here on business. Well, not technically. Mina, just wanted to get away. Also, her friend lived here. Her Friend Lucy. As Mina strolled her black hair, bounced on her shoulders. Her dark brown eyes, looked around everywhere she went.
Mina had stepped inside a park. Her bags were already going to her friend's house. Looking around, she was amazed at how beautiful it was. In the day time, she would go out and look for things that she needed. Sighing she stopped walking for a moment. Then she closed her eyes, to feel the Transylvanian night air. She opened them again, and continued walking.
Having just been married to Jonathan Harker, Mina missed him. She wanted to know if he was alright or not. It had been a long day of traveling here. But, she'd manage to sight see. Just then a smooth voice had startled her. At this point she was in the garden already.
Picking a flower with her small hand she began to smell it. It was a lovely smell, and it was a delicate rose. Then she looked over at a man who had spoken to her. Placing the flower back where it was by leaving her hand off it, she placed her hands in front of her. "My escort.?" she said softly then she said "Oh,forgive me, I have just arrived here sir. Just a little while ago." she said in a soft voice. "I take it you live here in Transylvania?" she asked softly looking upon him. Standing still.
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