Akari Chapelo: ::She found herself lazily sprawled out in a complacent little position in the very barren little make-shift room among the rafters. The place reaked of mildew and dead rat corpses. Death always possessed an eerie, unforgetable scent, hadn't it? Right elbow delicately propped up by a lumpy feather pillow, a mangled rodent dangling and being forced to bob up and down; to and fro from a thin, boney wrist.

Akari Chapelo: For the oddest reasons, there had always been a lurking elegant aura about everything she'd done. Charismatically going about nightly grusome routines without a second though, though the eloquence somehow managed to shine through. Large, almond shaped eyes peered forth in a dazed glow. Unclasped booted feet crossed over one another before her, messily shoving the forever-clean covers off the sides::

Jessiah Ramsus: ::Jessiah slipped into the room in a more obvious fashion than usual, walking through the front door.  He hair was wetted down from a recent rain.. a little spray of blood remaining on his right cheek.  His long-sleeved white dress shirt buttoned off balance and only half was tucked into his somewhat baggy, but still seemingly formal black cloth pants, covering up a large portion of those large heavy black boots.  His hands were down at his sides, his cuffs unbuttoned.  His fingers were extended outward slightly as claws, but much more subtle than the disgured bone like claws he usual adorned in the open.  Before thinking twice, Jessiah took a seat at the bar.. elbows to the countertop and his head in his hands. The Beast was nipping at his heels.. He was hungry and needed more to hold off the hunger for the night.  His eyes were a dimmly ardent crimson, the glow reflecting off the bottles in his line of
sight::

Soul of Crisis: ::Akari's most distinct presence was impossible  to miss, even those with primitively developed faculties of the senses at their disposal. She made not even a glance towards the refuge built in rafters, Akari's own personal sanctum, from where she and any other in it could look down upon the common folk as they went about their business.  Alucardia, had entered, with quiet purpose, and remained standing for the moment so that she was turned away from the lingering death that hung about the rafters. garbed in a most subtle attire, though subtlety is most often mistaken for simplicity, the crimson fabric of whixh was hidden from the eye by a riding cloak, the rough hewn cotton edge besmirched with both the soil of the earth and the precious liquid of the veins.  She knew of Akari, but as for Jessiah, she had been completely oblivious to his presence::

Akari Chapelo: ::This night hadn't looked very promising, even if all other previous were mildly more active. Simplistic little gestures here and there. A rolling of the eyes, the protruding of a bottom lip so as that breath could be sent more vigorously upwards, gently lifting silken bangs from  their canopy state over her forehead. Briefly that quaint glowing gem shone. Second.. second. Flash. What was that? Hmm. Strange lighting on her face, probably. That every familiar sound projected as the rodent corpse was released from her loose grasp. Falling in a spiral like motion down, down to the  floorboards, a *whump* was audible. And a curious sprayed outline of blood exerted from the rat's impacting point. Still completely full of vitae? Why was this? She had not taken the liberity of draining the poor insignificant creature. It had only been a temporarily play-thing until she'd grown tired of it. Content, though left without another thing to do. The scent of other Vampires wasn't even noted. Their unique nature had always been easy to define amongst large crowds. Especially the older ones.::

Soul of Crisis: ::the hood lapsed backwards from its perch upon the crown of her head, collapsing from lack of support until it was flush with the rest of the cloak.  most of the locks of raven had been bound together in a loose knot that was ever increasingly deteriorating, though not entirely unkempt.  Bangs of the sam colour were brushed aside, with a stroke of her irght hand. there was something most familiar, somehting that drew her attention, that set her on edge.  She had fled here, taking refuge from her pursuers, as a fox might seek refuge  in a hollow log.  The same stench of rotting timber.  An impact upon the splintering floorboard set in motion a nova of blood, the blood of a vermin spilling upon the floor as the fragile vessel of the rat was ruptured.  she was not immune to this surge of blood, as it besmirched the tattered edge of the cloak. no vocal rebuttal, merely a glance towards from where the rat had plummeted, a glance that caught a flash of  Akari's eyes with her own prussian, almost violet, beauties::

Jessiah Ramsus: ::He ran his tongue over his fangs monotonously.. he could smell the two of them.  The two elder vampires.. Akari and Alucardia.  He hadn't seen Alu in quite some time.. maybe she hadn't recognized him.  And Akari... He didn't know what was going on with Akari.  She must be extremely bored or something, because she obviously hadn't picked up on his presence. He lifted his head from his hands and formed two fists, pressing them down against the countertop.  The Beast was getting impatient, but Jessiah was a perfectionist... He couldn't just dive right in.  He took his time.. keeping his inner demons at bay so he could make this little snack as enjoyable as possible::

Soul of Crisis:  ::was a mere trifle, nothing to be even the slightest bit concerned with. She wondered not why she was not offered service, in the presence of such dark creatures, why should any man offer any form of courtesy.  Dread.  Simple dread overtoke her.  There was something most familiar, something that clawed at her sense of peace. She could not ignore it.  She feared this image, this spectre from the past more than she did her mortal pursuers, for she had just reduced her would be captors' numbers by two.  Two more corpses upon the ground, swift kills.  She had regretted having missed the opportunity to partake of an easy meal, but time was more pressing than hunger at the time.  Hunger had supplicated to the demands of continued existance, but once more, it made its presence known.  The stench of the squalor hung thick amongst the scattering patrons of the bar, and despite the almost coplete evacutation of the room, there were still ample opportunities . . . the rich aroma of nectar remained, latent, hidden under the filth that corrupted the very air::