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The company I work for does a bunch of stuff. We do graphic design, silk screening, poster making, engraving and offset printing. It's a pretty small company but we do a lot. About twenty employees and our boss and the mechanic who hates us.  





 



Lol @ the mechanic who hates you. Why does he?
 
Lol @ the mechanic who hates you. Why does he?

Because most of my co-workers break the machines constantly (they're very fragile machines and my co-workers aren't the brightest ) and every month we have to call him in at least twice. He's taken me aside several times to teach me how to fix the machines so we don't have to call him in as much, and although it's very flattering that he thinks somewhat highly of me, it's also exhausting because I'm slowly becoming the mechanic for the shop. That's actually how I broke my finger. I was poking around with the internals of the machine and one of my idiot co-workers accidentally spun one of the ink-rollers, effectively catching my finger in between it and the plate cylinder.   
 
I was about to say... there's no reason your fingers should've been in a position to get caught. But if you were fixing it.. yikes.
 
@Juju I swear you always play these characters that I would KILL to spend a night with. Like mmm, mmm, mmm. She could teach me some thaaaaaangs. Goddamn
 
@Juju I swear you always play these characters that I would KILL to spend a night with. Like mmm, mmm, mmm. She could teach me some thaaaaaangs. Goddamn

Bwahahaha. Oh you naughty boy ;P


If you mean Charlotte than she actually isn't my character, she is Missy's character whom I am taking control of until she gets back. Ryia is mine own creation though. Just thought I'd add that disclaimer xD
 
Bwahahaha. Oh you naughty boy ;P


If you mean Charlotte than she actually isn't my character, she is Missy's character whom I am taking control of until she gets back. Ryia is mine own creation though. Just thought I'd add that disclaimer xD

Maybe ;)  


But still it's just....ddamn! I was talking about Ryia more than anythint lol Hahaha.
 
Amber waves crashed against the edges of the rum glass when its path along the counter was suddenly cut off by Ryia's hand. The vampire's crimson irises shifted to look at her sire. "Mhmm. Don't take long, this place is vexing."


Only after being in the human club for a few minutes, Ryia was already finding the music to be unbearably bombastic and loud. It was as if every beat of the thunderous bass sent tiny, annoying insects to crawl into her ear canals. A hiss escaped past her clenched teeth while she glared hungrily at the bobbing sea of brightly illuminated figures, not out of pain but of annoyance. Humans had changed dramatically over the last century, but had not grown any wiser to the presence of her vampiric kind. If anything they seemed to be going backwards on the intelligence scale. By now the blood of the beasthunters of old had long withered out, and the few remaining practitioners of the art were outcast beneath the tides of the ignorant. In their absence it made hunting human cattle an uneventfully easy task.


With her maimed hand Ryia instinctively adjusted the fur collar about her neck and watched as the soft strands glided between the gap left by her phantom ring finger. Humans would often complement her 'wolf' fur pelts in hollow attempts to gain a sliver of her favor. Ryia might have found their innocence amusing if it weren't so pitiful. What great amounts of knowledge they had lost through the ages, carelessly forgotten by the children of wiser men. Werewolf fur was similar to that of natural wolves,yes, but the difference was noticeable to a familiar eye. Maybe she might even have felt some form of pity for their unfortunate lack of education of the supernatural if she knew how to do so. 


A  number of songs had passed and Charlotte had still not returned. Ryia sat alone, aside from the odd straggler who would approach her in hopes of a good time only to be driven away by a steely glare. Just the smell of them was enough to tell the vampire that their blood was beyond inferior. It was at times like these when The Beast was most ravenous that Ryia could use her senses more accurately to locate the prey they longed for. The only downside was that the pounding sounds were fraying at the edges of her sanity. Finally Charlotte reappeared from the sea of variably intoxicated humans accompanied by two walking sacks of meat that were to be the night's prey.


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Inside the room was even more difficult for Ryia to control her hunger with the kill being so close. Charlotte's words seemed distant when she gave her the honor of initiating the slaughter.


"It would be my pleasure." Ryia said, a rare smirk appearing onto her face.


She took one stride towards the awaiting men and paused a moment before shedding her heavy coat into a mound upon the ground. Next came the black dress until the only thing left to show was her pale flesh. Ryia could feel the eyes of the men crawling all over her but it sparked no shame nor passion in her own. In the past she had ended up in a similar fashion, but the eyes had carried much less lust and far more cruelty.


Greg noted the scars. "You like it rough, eh?" 


"You have no idea."


"Lets go then."


Only then did Ryia's hunger show in her eyes, though the timing made it inconspicuous. It was hard to say what Greg thought when her flesh began to ripple from the shifting of her bones but fear quickly replaced it when wings and long claws began to appear. Within moments Ryia's changing form shoved her meal onto the ground, one clawed hand smothering his mouth. Soon the shear size of her palm easily swallowed his face and holding him down became as difficult as pinning down a moth. Greg did manage to flail beneath her grasp, but he only succeeded in adding fuel to The Beast's frenzy. Solid black eyes flickered down to the man's chest as the creature lowered its maw towards the trembling heart hidden beneath flesh and bone. Muffled screams sounded as the man fully came to a realization of what was to come. He made one last struggle before fangs began tearing into his chest to uncover the bloody prize. Then, in a spray of gore it was ripped of its host to be consumed whole. Bones giving way beneath forceful jaws was the last thing the man would hear as his life was drained by a creature he had until recently thought to be fiction.

 It would end up similar to this then. 


What can I say, she's a man-eater. 
 
 It would end up similar to this then. 


What can I say, she's a man-eater. 

Man eater in the literal since it seems. Though I don't think I would that ESTUPIIIIID. I can tell a crazy bitch from a mile away


I like crazy but to an extent lmao


Victor on the other hand....hm. Idk how he would react.
 
@Juju


Would Charlotte have let Beckett stay the day in the manor? Trying to figure out what to do with him
 
We're talking about a character from earlier on in the story. Are you all caught up? Otherwise, I'm afraid I'll be spoiling it for you. :P  
 
So, at a council trial, is it anything like in real life? As in, if you're accused of wronging someone in some way, a trial will only proceed if they actually press charges against you for it?
 
So, at a council trial, is it anything like in real life? As in, if you're accused of wronging someone in some way, a trial will only proceed if they actually press charges against you for it?

More than likely I'd suppose
 
@Juju


Would Charlotte have let Beckett stay the day in the manor? Trying to figure out what to do with him

Yes! She would definitely allow Beckett to stay the day. Charlotte is very generous, though there is almost always a catch somewhere down the line ;)  


Sorry for not getting back sooner, I was studying. 
 
Yes! She would definitely allow Beckett to stay the day. Charlotte is very generous, though there is almost always a catch somewhere down the line ;)  


Sorry for not getting back sooner, I was studying. 

It's okay


Maybe he's already there, having left a little earlier than them
 
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