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Theatre Moncruix

As the sun shines down weakly on in London, England, our story begins. Another fabulous show at Theatre Moncruix takes place. Romero and Juliet, Hamlet…the list goes on. Theatre Moncruix is where where London’s most prestige crowds can be found. Little do they know Theatre Moncruix holds many secrets.

Theatre Moncruix’s owner Ashlee Moncruix is a theater run and inhabited by vampires. Tensions between vampires and humans have been growing strong. Vampire slayers and protesters now hunt the blood-sucking beings. Theatre Moncruix is not only respected establishment, being built over a hundred years ago it is a safe haven for vampires.

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Ashlee Moncruix
395 years old
Chocolate Brown hair
Pale skin
Emerald eyes
Slim body, with wide curvaceous hips
Vampire

Anyone is welcome to join in the fantasy!
 
Kieran Drake

Kieran sat in the fourth row of the swanky Theatre Moncruix, deathly bored as the minutes ticked away with still no end in sight for the dreary play before him. He had been invited, Shakespeare was never to his particular taste, by a pretty young woman he'd met in a cafe a few days prior. Like a gentleman, he had of course paid for both their tickets, in advance, but she had never shown up. Now he was out the cost of two expensive theatre seats, and would be damned if they were both going to waste. So there he sat, grinding his teeth and trying to keep his eyes open as Hamlet pranced across the stage.

The theatre had filled quickly, all manner of people streaming in, an array shockingly different than he had expected. He was resigned to the idea of sitting with a mob of stuffy older people, doctors and lawyers, professionals with too much money and not enough personality. In shocking contrast to his mental picture, there were many here who appeared somewhat... normal. Except that they were sitting here of their own free will, not tricked by some gold-digging harpy. Kieran rubbed his temples, trying to will some great disaster into being, thus putting an early end to the monstrous display. It was no use, of course, and so he leaned back, putting his booted feet upon the seat before him, quite irritating an elderly, hopelessly out-of-date couple, and waited for his sanity to make a break for it.

Kieran Drake,
male, 24
6'4", 200 lbs.
Dark hair, grey eyes,
unquestionably handsome, though not particularly breathtaking,
very fit and currently working as a prep cook in a fancy restaurant
Human.
 
“This is a disaster!” Ashlee whispered to a stagehand. The acting was disgraceful. She had not wished to go through with tonight’s show, but as they said in the theatre “The Show must go on” Her star was nowhere to be found and this retched replacement was made. The play lacked feeling, it lacked spice it lacked the seduction of the pure art.

She peaked through the curtains, everyone seem satisfied as always. But it was worthless if she wasn’t. It was worthless if she knew things could have gone, much, much better. “Will it not end…?” She whispered over the two actors. Their scene ended and Ashlee lifted an imaginary dagger, pretending to plunge it into her side. “Bring Kellie to me, we need to speak. At…Oh…” She looked at the diamond-faced watch over her wrist. “Give me about fifteen minutes, I wish to see my public.”

Brushing her way past the backstage crew and actors awaiting their bow. Ashlee found herself back in the lobby of the theatre. She wanted opinions. She wanted to know if that…play captured her audience. Maybe she was reacting wrong to the entire situation. It couldn’t have been that bad.

“The first person to walk through those doors…” She said to herself. Licking her fangs nervously, she clasped her hands together in front of herself. She was dressed more appropriately than she would once the humans were gone. Once the doors closed for the evening, she presumed role as “headmaster” of her establishment.

Her coffee bean colored hair dropped down below her shoulders in waves of silk, thick and luscious. She was lean, but not particularly thin or frail. She held her body in highest regard. She wore a keyhole, little black dress. Exposing cleavage beyond the mass of her audience. Her presence at times drew a large male audience. Whatever sold tickets…

“Come on she urged…”
 
Moselle stiffled a yawn with a delicate flutter of her fan as her would-be beau prattled on about this or that. She was horribly annoyed and even more so bored. While she loved theatre, she did not so much like the company she brought along with her. Either they knew too much and talked their way out of her bed, or they knew too little and performed their way out of her bed. She was by no means innocent but she was hardly a bitch, the rich life that her family had provided for her was a bore... so much so that she often found herself sneaking out late at night to dabble in the riches of that could only be provided in places her folks would faint dead away from.

Still she had to endure her daily life, and part of it dealt with matched dates her mother felt obligated to set her up with. She rolled her eyes and glared straight ahead at the sorry performance taking place on stage. If only the act tonight was of interest she probably could have drowned out her boring date...it was not to be expected. Her boredom showed desperately on her face as she ventured a look around, was there anyone to save her from this madness?
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Moselle Delacroix
22
5' 0" 110lbs
Human
Light Brown hair, green eyes
Looks rather young for her age, and often fragile but hardly the case. Soft supple curves, tiny waist, nice hips...and all that jazz.
She's simply a rich girl being set up by her mother on dates to find a suitable husband, Moselle however is tired of the boring dates and wants more adventure in her life.
 
Kieran yawned and blinked blearily a few times. Glancing around, he realized that he had dozed off, and the show was finally ending. The actors were lining up for their closing bow, and he saw no reason to remain on the premises. Struggling along his row, he found the aisle leading out of the theater, his avenue of escape, and sauntered off at a pace just slower than a jog. A few yards later he was blinking in the bright lobby lights. He needed a stiff drink, and something to take his mind off his disappointing day. The opportunity presented itself in the form of a beautiful woman in the most tantalizing black dress. Beautiful was quite the understatement, Kieran realized as she glided up to him, and he had a most difficult time keeping his eyes above the front of the garment, though it was obviously cut to be appreciated by a male audience.

Kieran guessed she was the proprietor, as her overall appearance outshone the rest of the people in the building, staff or patrons. And diamond watches weren't owned by ushers. Ashlee slid up to him and queried him about his experience at this evening's show. Kieran almost considered lying for a brief moment.

"I must admit, miss, that although the production was well-executed and your performers well-versed, Shakespeare is not my particular area of interest." He flashed her a bright, slightly apologetic grin before soldiering on, "In fact, I was invited to your performance tonight by a special... acquaintance... but as you can see, I will be leaving alone. Before I go, I must first congradulate you on such a fine establishment, and, um..." At this point Kieran's well of eloquence had begun to run dry, and he decided to end his excuse to appreciate the view of the fine woman before him, "good luck on your future artistic endeavours!" He finished with a polite smile.
 
OOC: Welcome to the thread to you both. I look forward to working with you two. :) And I adore that picture Kuuroinochou so sweet! Lol

IC:

Bright eyes turned cold in an instant. She knew she had it coming, but honestly…she didn’t really expect it. She expected a downright lie. She expected the man to lie…lie and LIE! He gave her the cold hard truth…and was nice about it too. That hit a little harder. She scooped his arm up anyway, slowly walking with him.

“Okay…you’re the first person to be honest with me. I usually only hear praise. Please bare with me…I’m not used to rejection or bad reviews. I’m sorry my play bored you so deeply that you felt the need to go running from my theatre. I appreciate the good luck wishes, as half hearted as they may be.”

Through thick lashes, she allowed herself to examine him. Without hiding much from her stares, she returned to his face. She wasn’t entirely used to being attracted to humans. He was an exception. “What did you come here for if not to get lost in a story?”
 
To say that Kieran was shocked would be an understatement. He had planned to say his piece, and expected to leave the woman slightly irked, but through no indecency on his part. Instead he found himself strolling through the theatre with her arm in his.

"Well, um, acutally," he said, having run out of flowery words, "I was supposed to come to the show tonight with a girl I met a couple days ago. She stood me up, so I was rather upset before the show even started. I'm sure that otherwise I would have had a wonderful time, even if Shakespeare doesn't happen to be a favourite of mine. Also, it's not so much that your play bored me to running away, I just wanted to get this day over with. I'm sure you know what I mean." Kieran smiled at the stunning woman clinging to him, and simply enjoyed her company for a few paces. "I'm Kieran, by the way. Kieran Drake. Please don't assume my good wishes were half-hearted, it's clear there's been a lot of pride and effort put into this place, and for someone who works so hard to establish something of this quality... well, I can only wish the best."
 
Moselle was elated that the show was over and more so that she could finally ditch her bore of a date. As the meagered through the crowd to the lobby her attention was momentarily taken by the glint of jewelry. Then she noticed her, the astonishing woman who had herself hanging on a rather handsome man.

Her date was all but spewing some nonsense as Moselle's feet led her away from the bore and toward the alluring couple. She just hoped she was interrupting but it was out of her hands at this point.

As she stood before them, their steps slowing as it seemed they were walking leisurely through the theatre she bowed politely. "Are you the one responsible for this play?" Moselle spoke softly awaiting her answer.
 
Kieran glanced away from Ashlee for a brief moment as he noticed someone intruding on their conversation. His faint sense of irritation dissolved as soon as he properly looked at the beautiful young thing standing in front of them.

"Are you the one responsible for this play?"

What a place this is for meeting the city's finest...! Kieran thought to himself as he gazed into the girl's emerald eyes. He had always loved green eyes. Politely, he stood quietly, simply admiring Moselle with a soft, patient smile.
 
Moselle turned her attentions to the gentleman nodding slightly as she did, then she spluttered in her speech. "Oh gracious me, where are my manners." she bowed low her dress flaying about her as she did so. "My name is Moselle Delacroix, heir to the Delacroix Estate." Truth be told her father owned one of the richest coal mining companies in London, more so there had been findings of diamonds, gold and many other elustrious jewels found in the Delacroix mines.

However all those riches never phased Moselle as she had a kinder heart then most and wanted to provide for the less fortunate. In doing so it made up for the sins her father committed daily. She looked over the gentleman and smiled he was rather handsome, most definately not a bore and perhaps if he were free she could partake in some after threatre companionship.
 
Kieran tilted his head slightly as he listened to Moselle's stiff introduction. His smile widened into a playful laugh as he watched her bow and stammer. "No, no, no." he said, still chuckling, "Please, don't be so formal, I'm no one worth bowing to. The pleasure," he added, taking her hand and kissing her fingers softly, "is distinctly mine, in having such fortune to meet a Delacroix, and thus again increasing my acquaintance of particularly beautiful women, the second time this evening." He smiled warmly and straightened, hoping his compliment wasn't too forward to offend either woman.
 
Moselle smiled, or rather giggled, hiding her smile behind her gloved hand as he took the other. He was a charmer that much was for sure. She fluttered her eyelashes playfully taking him in once more before straighting herself. "Well I feel everyone deserves a proper and polite bow. Its a way of showing respect to all around you." she informed, boy was her charm schooling kicking in. But then again she had natural charm something no school could teach. "If I may be so bold, who might you be good sir?"
 
Moselle Delacroix's giggle tickled something deep inside Kieran. She batted the lashes rimming her beautiful green pools, and replied with all the sugary charm he could have expected.

"I am the humblest of nobodies, Kieran Drake. Presently I represent the kitchen of Le Paradis, a restaurant not far from this very building." He was not the head chef, nor an owner or staff member of any particular value or esteem. Many would have been embarrassed announcing such a low profession, especially in his present company, but Kieran was pround of his place of employment, and didn't believe any jewel-tycoon's daughter or theatre proprietor should deny him that pride. Not that he believed either would, rather hoped they wouldn't, but it was a sly test of their characters. "My father was an actor of no great fame and my mother a not too well-known playwright. I, myself, grew bored of the theatre arts and decided to seek my fortune, so to speak, elsewhere." Kieran paused to let his humble background sink in minds of his upper-class companions, giving them an opportunity to make their conclusions concerning his fitness to remain their company. "I must say, your propriety and manners have gone quite a way in impressing this simple chef's apprentice, for what my flattery may be worth, miss Delacroix."
 
"Oh a cook...would one such as yourself grace this hungry woman with a sample of your finest dishes?" she sounded rather intrigued with his lifestyle. Being able to work for what he felt comfort in was definately something to be proud of. She could tell in the way his chest swelled and the way he seemed to carry himself proudly as he spoke. That brought a genuine smile to her face and a slight pang of jealousy. While she was proud of her own father's hardships it wasn't her own, and she had nothing of her own to be proud of. The sadness in her eyes was easily unmistakeable. "Don't down yourself so much Mr. Drake. You have much to happy for. You family sounds lovely and I admire your pride in what you do. Most refreshing."
 
Remember that saying three is a crowd. It rang more true at the moment. Slipping her arm away from Kieran, she had grown quite ill and of being bluntly ignored. Again, a feeling she had never needed to grow accustomed too. Disrespectful seemed to kind of a word to describe how she felt. The giggling little being before her worked her charm over Kieran.

Humans…

And again she was angry. She opened her mouth to send herself off but decided not to even bother. They’re eyes were glued to one another. They would hardly notice her departure. This infuriated her more, clenching her hands into a fist, she simply moved away. Deciding to grab the attention of others leaving the theatre and gather their thoughts. While the two continued to get to know one another.

This was not over…
 
Kieran tried to protest as Ashlee detached herself and moved away, but his interjection was cut short by Miss Delacroix.

"Oh a cook...would one such as yourself grace this hungry woman with a sample of your finest dishes?" She inquired cutely, her voice had a most charming quality, matching perfectly with the charm that accompanied the rest of her person. "Don't down yourself so much Mr. Drake. You have much to happy for. You family sounds lovely and I admire your pride in what you do. Most refreshing."

Kieran couldn't help but grin at Moselle, her spell had wrapped around him and quite sunk into his being, trapping him in her pleasant company. "You're far too kind, Miss Delacroix, but I would be happy to introduce you to a few of my creations, all you need do is grace our happy establishment with your charming presence. If you'll excuse me, however, I'm afraid that I've quite offended my previous company. I hope to see you again." With that he politely excused himself, quickly changing pace to reach Ashlee as she stalked away. "Deepest apologies, miss," he said, slipping up quietly beside her, "Such propriety is one reason I usually steer clear of such fine locales... I always feel my presence is a tarnish on the finely polished surface of the upper class society, my manners being quite out of touch. If you would be pleased to excuse my long-winded introductions with miss Delacroix, where were we before her sudden interruption?"
 
Moselle smiled as she watched the woman leave. Did she perhaps upset the lady? It wasn't her intention she had just been so captivated by Mr. Drake that she had simply forgotten the woman's presence in her silence. However, she wouldnt' hold Drake in going after the woman. It was after rude of her to have butt in so abruptly. Perhaps next time she would use more tact and await a winow of opporitunity.

Standing in the lobby alone, her date long forgotten, Moselle sighed. "What is there possibily to do here?" she thought. Not per se in this establishment but this town. Things had grown rather drab as of late. She turned in a huff of irritation to leave but ran smack into a tall framed man. He looked down upon her form chuckling. "Pardon." she said softly.

The man chuckled holding either side of her shoulder. "No worries, its my apology for not watching where I was going." As they exchanged names and greetings, Moselle was soon swept into a web bliss at her new companion's company.

ooc: obviously an npc but if others do join take up the mysterious gentleman's slot if you wish.
 
valentina said:
This was not over…
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"My Lady..."

The thin tall gauntlike man seemed to hover between death, or simply hover. His long whispy hair drifted in the air, and his old tattered clothes seemed to simply hang from his body. Or did it? His true nature was lost millenia ago, and as he stepped out from the dark shadows, he revealed himself a handsome man, long lost royalty.

"Are you well, my sweet." He found it ironic that, as the dark bretherin congregated to save themselves, they would equally tear themselves to bits over bitter rivalries, and ancient hatreds. "The curtain must rise again, but I fear, my love, that we come sooner to it rising at its last. Perhaps I can take your mind off things by assisting in your rehearsal for the next play were are having."


Scribe.
 
Marcus Randolph
355 years old
Black hair
Pale skin
Bluegrey eyes
Tall and slender, seems strong
Vampire

Marcus was just about to leave the theater when he saw Ashlee. He waved to her but she did not notice it. She looked angry and walked with her usually walk. Like she had a purpose.

Sighing to himself he wondered, What now was the matter. He increased his pace to keep up with her. As he came up beside her he gently grabbed her arm.

"Hey, slow down Ashlee" Smiling softly to her while she turned her angry stare at him. "Who pissed you off?" He asked in a low voice.
 
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