Fallen
Jun 12th, 2003, 02:54:24 AM
-The doors swung open, an armoured, black-caped figure strolls in casually and strait up to the bar.
Tall, dark and hansome orders a heavy drink from the bartender before placing himself on top of a stool.
His armour is just visible beneath the black cape, the exception to his appealing looks being only the colour of his skin, the colour you'd expect from a corpse only his skin is still smooth and full of "life".
Alastor makes a "living" as a vampyre for hire, only he's not quite a vampyre. Infact no-one knows what he really is, not even him, although passing himself off as a "vampyre" tends to work.
In classic romantic styling, the waitress drops her glass-ladened tray but befor it strikes the ground, in a blur of movement, its in Alastor's hand, now standing up.
He, of course, returns the tray with a bow and a fanged smile before returning to his drink.
Despite his demonic lineage, he's here for the same reason everybody else is, to have a good, hard drink after a long weeks work. -
Tall, dark and hansome orders a heavy drink from the bartender before placing himself on top of a stool.
His armour is just visible beneath the black cape, the exception to his appealing looks being only the colour of his skin, the colour you'd expect from a corpse only his skin is still smooth and full of "life".
Alastor makes a "living" as a vampyre for hire, only he's not quite a vampyre. Infact no-one knows what he really is, not even him, although passing himself off as a "vampyre" tends to work.
In classic romantic styling, the waitress drops her glass-ladened tray but befor it strikes the ground, in a blur of movement, its in Alastor's hand, now standing up.
He, of course, returns the tray with a bow and a fanged smile before returning to his drink.
Despite his demonic lineage, he's here for the same reason everybody else is, to have a good, hard drink after a long weeks work. -