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Iodine Violet's Biography
“When I was 5 years old, my mother always told me that happiness was the key to life.
When I went to school, they asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up.
I wrote down ‘happy’.
They told me I didn’t understand the assignment, and I told them they didn’t understand life.”

John Lennon



Iodine was an anomaly.

Her blood in small quantites, was euphoric and temporary strength.
In large quantities, it killed.
Her touch burned the weak while the strong found it mildly uncomfortable.
And yet, they allowed her to live whenever she walked among them.
No matter how many she indirectly killed in her quest for immortality.

Too weird to live, too rare to die? Possibly.
Maybe she's just a test subject in their secret society.

She doesn't mind though.. as long as it's their bodies left in her wake.
She's got too much living to do to worry about it.
But her family worries about it.
And they're keeping a close eye on their walking, talking bottle of Holy Water.

"And at the same time.. my own block hold a nine.. And a bullet with my name in case I go against the grain."


TL:DR - Thrill Junkie that kills vampires. Sorta not on purpose. FWIW (for the vampires out there) - Iodine almost always has black latex gloves on for work. 99.99% Hypoallergenic. No bunnies here.
I really just want to write.
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RealmHold my beer..
Created by Iodine Violet
08/23/18
The Black Rose~The Crossroads - Entrance~
Created by River Song
07/25/18
Cadence Corelli 09/02/18 Ria the...SOON TO BE DECEASED FOR REAL
YOU'LL BE DECEASED ONCE YOU GET HOME.
Cadence Corelli 09/02/18 Ria the pointer outer of typos
You hoe. You know what I meant!
NO SMOKING MY HEDGEHOG
Cadence Corelli 09/02/18 Ria the meanhead
I told you there's no ticks! Hedgie is too cute to have ticks. Or be made into nuggest!
Cadence Corelli 09/01/18 RIA
YOU WOULDN'T DARE. I'LL JUST HAVE YOUR HEAD IN RETURN!
Babbo loves me. He doesn't mind. AND I'M POSITIVE THERE ARE NO TICKS. I JUST WANTED MIAH TO COME OVER AND HAD TO MAKE IT LOOK LIKE I BELIEVED HIM.
Cadence Corelli 09/01/18 Ria the Insane
Why would you even ask such a thing?! Of course I'm watching Babbo. WHY ELSE WOULD I ASK FOR THREE BACONATORS.

Oh, right. Cause I'm f*cking starving. I meant six. Babbo is my pillow right now because Hedgie might have gotten ticks on my actual pillow. He deserves three burgers.
Cadence Corelli 09/01/18 RiaBaby
HAHAHA.
I mean, no sorry. It's not that funny.
Just bring home the foood I'm dying. I'm sure there's no ticks. and I'd go to a doctor before I let you at me with tweezers and sh!t. I've been googling ticks. Girl. It's gross.
Cadence Corelli 09/01/18 RiaBaby aka The Best
I LOVE YOU RIA BABY.
And it's okay. Hedgie is doing better now. But Miah said he might have ticks. So I've containted him to a cage until Miah comes over. I think he's paranoid, but damn he's got me paranoid too!
Cadence Corelli 09/01/18 Ria the Riled
Even though I think you're mean for stepping on Hedgie, I would never rat you out. I'm so sad you would even think something like that!
GAWD RIA. WE ARE FAMILY.
btw. can you bring me home like 3 baconators. I'm f*cking starving.
Cadence Corelli 08/30/18 Ria the Riled
WHY WOULD YOU EVEN THINK I WOULD DO SUCH A THING. Gawd. You're so mean to me!
Cadence Corelli 08/30/18 Girl, you're like... a number times bigger than him.
*rolls eyes and pets the hedgehog*
It's okay little one. I shall name you...Hedgie
*shoots a glare at Iodine* You leave him alone you big meanie.
W_Kat 08/30/18 "Then you need to kill it! I'm not getting that stuff stuck in my teeth. Eww..eating hair...Ewwww "
W_Kat 08/30/18 "It could happen. Creepy, right?!"
W_Kat 08/30/18 "Are the animals possessed?!" *shivers at the thought*
W_Kat 08/30/18 "Well you did something. You're all over the news!"
W_Kat 08/30/18 Congrats on PotD!
Cadence Corelli 08/29/18 Ria the Resuscitater
I WANT TO SEE A HEDGEHOG OKAY. IDC IF IT HAS BEEN STEPPED ON.

*arrives and ofc has the weed. Why she even needed to say anything.. *
*huffs*Oh thank God its alive. Hellooo little hedgehog.
*kneels down and picks it up. Did mean ol' Iodine stop on you?? You poor thing.
Cadence Corelli 08/26/18 Ria saver of hedgehogs
I'm almost there!!
Not sure what I can do, but like. It's a hedgehog. I want to see it. You better not kill it. :( :( :(
Cadence Corelli 08/26/18 RiaBaby a.k.a Hedgehog killer
Point made.
Did you make sure it actually was a hedgehog and if so is it okay?!?!
Cadence Corelli 08/26/18 RiaBaby
You shut your face. It was just a necklace. A pretty one. I couldn't resist!

How are you even writing coherent texts right now?!
Cadence Corelli 08/26/18 RiaBaby
I SEE THAT. I swear. I didn't do anything. I've actually been behaving. :( :( :( Someone's out to get me.
Cadence Corelli 08/26/18 RiaBaby
Well sh!t. Tell me next time. You know my memory is bomb af even when high. 'Cause if they kill you, I'mma have to kill them. And I might be bad ass, but our family is f*cking huge. I can't take them all on my own!
I'll come to you now and we'll...try and retrace the way back to your hotel.
Cadence Corelli 08/25/18 RiaBaby
Girl. They're going to cut you off. Just go buy another one?! I'm sure it wasn't -that- custom.
*except it probably was.*
*sends another message*
Okay, if it's lost, it's not broken. RIGHT?? Tell me every where you've been. We'll retrace your steps.
Jackson McCarthy 08/25/18 *blinks*
Ah need tae stop drinking so much... *mutters*
*maybe his liver was finally giving up on him*
Good luck!
*a bit concerned...how would he know if she made it or not...*
*floats away a bit..and waits. and listens*
Jackson McCarthy 08/25/18 *chuckles* Thank ye,invisible lass. Ye have good scratchin' nails fer bein invisible.
*ponders a moment*..dinnae ken. Same thing ah wid do if ye were fully clothed.
Be a perfect gentleman of course.
*more like imagine many inappropriate things*
Jackson McCarthy 08/25/18 *must actually being going crazy* Yea...
*long
awkward
pause.*
Soo.....Ye enjoying invisibility...in the ocean?
*tacks on* Are ye nakid tae?
Jackson McCarthy 08/25/18 *At least the last time he was drugged the other person was visible*
*But at least this time he wasn't accidentally married to that person*
*double checks ring finger* Phew.
*very confused by the invisible touching though* Ah dinnae ken whit ye think yer doing' but could ye scratch meh lower back? It's affy itchy.
Jackson McCarthy 08/25/18 *hear's a familiar voice*
*hella confused*
*groans* Not again... *thinks he's been drugged*
Summer 08/25/18 “I mean, I’ll tell you the story. But it’s not gonna be a pity party. It’s just...whatever. I’ve made my peace with it. I mean, kinda. But like, it isn’t slowing me down in my life at this point.” She looks at the cigarette, watching the glowing cherry inch toward the filter. She doesn’t take a drag. Her other fingers fiddle with the skinny stir stick in her ****tail. “I mean, we all were vampires. We were sold by our parents to pay off drug debts. My two brothers and my two sisters and I. We all went separately, except for my sisters. I think they went together. I went alone. I thought I was being sent for a drop off or some sh-t. So I actually walked in willingly. What a dumb@ss, like seriously. Anyway. These two German brothers were the ringleaders or some sh-t. They were vampires, unbeknownst to any of us. I have no idea if our parents knew. Doubt they cared either way.” Tossing the straw to the table, she took a healthy gulp from her drink. The ghosts of her past were behind her, but they still lurked. Being tossed out by the people who should love and protect you unconditionally wasn’t something someone just shook off. No matter how jaded.

“I was taken to their uncle because I am blond. Aryan and all that sh-t, I guess he had a thing for blonds or something equally vomit-inducing. He kept me in a section of a mansion, sequestered. Promising me that if I behaved, my sisters would be let free. Spoiler alert- that was also a crock of sh-t. A risk worth taking in my opinion. Anyway. Things progressed in all the f-cked up ways one can imagine. I fought back one day and he got a little zealous with the bites, turning me. Oh god, Iodine, I was so f-cking pissed.” Running her tongue across her teeth, she gave Iodine a glance and a wide smile, a little nod that this was just a story re-telling, that she wasn’t going to fall down the rabbit hole and become a sobbing mess. She wasn’t that kind of drunk. “I was left up there in my private suite, brought some people up to feed on. Not kill, just drink. Usually, they were goth kids or other weirdos who wanted in with vampires. One became a regular, she became my friend. I was still new to my...vampireness and things got out of hand. She died.” Summer said the last two words in a sing-song voice like it was completely normal to kill the only friend a person has in the world. Her eyes kind of glazed over, indicating perhaps there was a piece in her past she hadn’t quite shaken yet.

She let out a long sigh as if she were annoyed with herself. “Jesus, get on with it Summer. Okay- condensed version: so I overheard the brothers talking. They were talking about my sisters. Knowing I’d been lied to the entire time, that my baby sisters were being kept somewhere by those as-holes pushed me over the edge. My untethered abilities allowed me to break out. I stole a car down in the garage and drove...where I don’t even recall. I was taken at around 17 years old. I never learned how to drive. So here is my dumb ass, speeding away from my captors and off to save my sisters. Not knowing how to drive. I lose control, the car careens off the side of the road and into a thicket of trees.” She leans to the edge of her seat, eyes lit up and animated. “My luck being the utter ****e that it is, a f-cking branch, a branch Iodine, crashes through the windshield and gets me right in the ticker!” She jabs at her chest with her thumb, cigarette dropping ash all down her tank top. “Killed me dead. So my tenure as a vampire wasn’t that great. Or that long-lived, out of captivity.” Laughing, she grabs her drink and takes another long gulp. “Can you believe that sh-t? Like, what the f-ck, man?” There were, of course, many details left out for brevity. “I don’t have anything against being a vampire. I didn’t like it because it was forced on me, like so many other things. I was so resentful, I didn’t enjoy any aspect of it. Granted, being locked up like a f-cking doll for a creeper didn’t really give me the chance to have fun with it, you know?” Summer bit the inside of her cheek to silence herself. Smooshing the cigarette into the ashtray, Summer furrowed her brow, grossed out that she’d smoked. She’d have more before the night was over, that was no doubt. “Of course what is said here, stays here. My sh-ts not really a secret though, I guess. But like...I don’t tell most people. Mostly because it is just...so supremely f-cked up, you know? Ugh. I’d rather people just keep thinking I’m Summer the Stoner and go about their business.”

Stretching her arms over her head, she gave a winning smile. “It’s all good now though. Here I am, in the greatest city in the world, having drinks and talking tattoos. Wings and cheese coming my way. And I’m free.”
Summer 08/19/18 Taking the serious question for what it is, Summer responds just as earnestly. “For fried cheese, red sauce only. Marinara, whatever. Sriracha definitely has a place in my heart, but not for fried cheese.” Giving Iodine a look, she adds, “But I’m not too judgy about it. You do you, and all that.” Honestly, if someone didn’t like marinara with mozza sticks, it was like- more for her.

After dipping her toes just barely in the sh-tshow that was her upbringing, Summer waved a hand dismissively. She took another drag, but then mostly just held the cigarette clamped between two fingers. Just holding it seemed to be comforting. “Hey look, I’ve come to realize that most people didn’t have the dumpster fire childhood like I did. How were you to know?” Flicking her ash, she continued, “I didn’t feel like lying to you. I coulda given you some lip service about how I always dreamed of being a fireman or a pilot or ballerina. But like..I just didn’t want to.” She adds quickly, “Don’t feel sullen about your life. It isn’t the sh-ty life Olympics. Everyone has their struggles.” She gave a warm smile.

Then, Summer is listening intently as Iodine explains the horrifying circumstance that leads to the demise of Noah. She cringes and sucks in a breath. Of course, Summer knows there are vampires in the Realm. She has a bit of a history with Vampirism herself, not to mention being related to a few. Before she could delve further, the server approaches. So happy to see her drink, she takes it with one hand and spins her index finger with the other. “Keep ‘em coming, please. And yea, hot wings, and mozza sticks. Extra sauce. Just bring out the bottle too, please.” She laughed. “We’ll keep a menu though, in case we want more.”

Waiting until the server was well out of hearing range, Summer looked at Iodine. “I’m really sorry about Noah. That is so, so awful. So weird. Your blood did that? I’ve never heard of such a thing. I was a, uh... Well, a few siblings of mine are vampires. They don’t live here. They live in England and Europe. I hardly ever see them.” She added, as a means to not worry the girl. Her voice quieted. “I guess I see why you don’t think he’ll be coming back in any way, shape or form.” Her lips dip down into a little frown. “Hurting someone you love on accident...there is no way to soothe the heart.” Grabbing her glass, she lifted it and plastered on a wide, cheery grin. “On that happy note! To new friends!”
Summer 08/18/18 Summer knew when a line of conversation was over. With a little nod, she let the questions lingering in her mind about Noah float away. Taking the subject change with ease, her nod grew more robust. “Hell yes, I will. I’m eyeballing the order of wings. With extra hot sauce.” She grinned a bit wolfishly as if she hadn’t eaten in days. The girl had a healthy appetite. Usually, she burned all her calories while working. That was probably less the case now that she was simply tending bar. Biting her lower lip, she thought that perhaps she ought to start watching what she ate. The inane thought flitted out of her mind as quickly as it appeared. Summer nearly cringed outwardly in disgust. Watched what she ate? As if. F-ck that noise. She was loving her newfound curves. “I might even add some mozzarella sticks.” She added, just to spite that stupid nonsense her brain dared, dared to entertain. That’ll show it.

Her smile falters, but she does her level best to right it, keeping it plastered on her face. She gives a mild shrug at Iodine’s innocuous question. Giving the cigarette pack a glance, she chews on her bottom lip. “Can I have one of those?” Before waiting for an answer, she helps herself figuring the offer on the street still stands. Presumptuous? Indeed. Rude? Possibly. But if Summer is gonna go down this line of conversation, she’s going to need one. Lighting it, she tosses the lighter next to the pack and leans back in her chair, exhaling a plume of smoke over the table. The expression on her face is nothing short of rapturous. “God damn, that’s good. Anyway. Your question.” She takes another drag, then responds.

“My childhood wasn’t the greatest, Iodine. My parents were...well, they were the worst. Basically, imagine the bare minimum of parenting, then set the bar even lower. My parents hit that on a good day.” Her voice was passive as if she were reading from a phone book. “So I guess my dreams when I was young was simply to escape.” Her brows furrowed, thinking of that little blonde girl years ago, skinny and fragile. Inhaling, she tapped her ash into the plastic bar-standard ashtray. “So I guess I fulfilled my dream.” She gave a wide, toothy smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “I agree completely though. Some are meant to be free. To that end, I guess I’ve made it. We’ve made it. We have no restrictions, no preconceived notions on what our lives were meant to look like. That’s how I will look at it anyway.” Watching the cherry glow at the end of her cigarette, “Thanks for this. Sorry I just took one.” Her voice was low, contrite.
Jackson McCarthy 08/18/18 This was probably the most he'd laughed in a very long time. He really couldn't blame her for assuming everything was about sex. She just witnessed some random guy beating up another guy and now he was sort of hitting on her. Honestly it was just his default mode when it came to pretty girls. She didn't seem disturbed by the body, so that was good.

"Aye. Not much ae a fan meself." Jackson assumed her response about 'Haim', was probably not about home.

"Iodine...vera unique. Altho Ah'm sure ye hear that affen." He waves his free hand at her apology. Wasn't her fault he was having a laugh at someone's disadvantage. "Scotland, Lass. Blether just means we go fer a chat." He holds up his hands and gives his best 'innocent' smile. As if he had one. "Ah swear on me life. No' trying tae get intae yer pants." He wondered if this time, when he actually was being disagreeable, if she'd think he wasn't.

"Come on. Let's get a nip and ah will dae me best tae speak a wee bit clearer for ye." He offers his hand once more, either to take or as guidance. If she was high, he was slightly concerned for her safety, considering it likely meant she was human. Whether or not she was aware of what lurked around this place or was just accustomed to people randomly getting beaten up, he didn't quite trust her judgement or her ability to get where she needed to be safely. Even with her large dog. "Drinks are on me, ae course."

And as promised, the pub was just right around the corner. "After ye and Babbo, lass." Jackson pulls open the door for her and motions her and Babbo in.
Devin Landry 08/17/18 Watches; head cants. "Okay.." That would be true in most cases but a helping hand never hurt, not that she was a doctor but would attempt to assist as best as possible. You were close. Looked like a good hit." Didn't think the beating would derail the woman from fighting again but liked to speak encouraging words to those that seem to might need it.
Devin Landry 08/17/18 Winces. "You okay? You need.. a napkin? Towel? It happens to us all."
Devin Landry 08/17/18 Wow.. quite a bad b-tch you are.

You witnessed Iodine Violet attack Esper Valari!

Cadence Corelli 08/17/18 True, true.
*laughs* Iodine is pretty cool. Our mother's just had to get all fancy and give us musical names. It's kinda like they were trying to say something with these names.
Could be. Hopefully he's not too religious.
*gives a shrug* I could have papŕ run a background check on him to be sure. But I didn't get any bad vibes. And I'm usually an excellent judge of character.
Jackson McCarthy 08/17/18 He stared at her, amused. He forgot how fast he spoke when resorted back to his natural way of speaking. Not that, after many years, his Brooklyn accent wasn't natural, but he found more and more how easy it was to slip back into the Scottish accent and quips. She at least caught one thing.

Jackson chuckles quietly at her trying to figure out what everything meant. He tried to remind himself to speak slower, but sometimes that's easier said than done.

"Aye. That's gud ye dinnae take strangers to yer hame." He tried to keep a somber face, but the whole situation was quite funny to him. "Nae, lass. Bonnie means beautiful. And ah just meant ah wid normally offer tae walk ye hame at such a late hour tae make sure ye got back safely. But yer dug seems like he can take care of ye well enough."

His shoulders shook with laughter once more. "Didnae disagree with ye, lass. Just said noo," The attempt to make it sound more like 'now' fell a bit short. Mostly because he sort of enjoyed the confusion. He could easily switch to his Brooklyn accent, but that might confuse her even more. Better to stick with what he started with.

"Bevvy is a drink, yes." Jackson offers his right hand to her, "Am Jackson. There's a good pub aroun' the corner. Yer dug wid be welcome tae." No need to mention it was a pub that mainly catered to werewolves. "Perhaps after a bevvy and blether you wouldnae say we are strangers."
Cadence Corelli 08/16/18 *Cade cackles* He'll definitely be good for business. I don't mind him being my responsibility
Thank gawd the shop is below the apartment. Y'know. Just in case. *nudges her and grins*
He said it was Miah. I like it. But it's probably not even his real name. Who gives out their real name anymore? *ignores the fact that she still totally uses her real name*
Jackson McCarthy 08/16/18 Jackson is acutely aware of his surroundings as he deals with his latest victim. He heard the bustle of the city, but was fairly confident no one was around to pay him any attention. Until he heard someone speak. He looked around, making sure she was actually speaking to him. Papi? Did he look old? Christ. Maybe he was if he didn't understand some modern slang.

He looks her over before taking note of the police car, "Ah dinnae ken... he seems tae be a wee bit busy." Jackson grins, the officer seemed to be more focused on stuffing his face with a late night dinner and focusing on driving at the same time, but he easily dragged the man back into the cover of darkness.

"Thanks fer the heads up," Jackson wipes his hands on his jeans and walks over to her, "Noo, whit can ah dae fer a bonnie lass like yerself? Ye dinnae seem like ye need protection." He nods towards her dog. "Care fer a bevvy?"
Summer 08/14/18 With a flick of her wrist, Summer tosses the pack of chemical sweetener off to the side of the table. It was true, the fake sh-t would kill a person. Most people anyway. Leaning back in her chair, she turned a little to the side facing Iodine and hooked an elbow over the back of her chair. Leaning forward a little, her dark eyes scanned the tattoo Iodine pointed at. It was beautiful, intricately detailed and obviously meant a lot to the girl. Noting the letters across the forehead, she smiled softly. This ‘Noah’ was clearly important to her. And very likely dead, by the sounds of it. How dead, that was the question. Summer bit back an inappropriately timed chuckle bubbling up as she thought of Miracle Max in the Princess Bride differentiating between mostly dead and all the way dead. Hey, he was on to something.

Summer knew that for a fact. Or rather, while there might not be varying degrees of deadness, she knew that death wasn’t the end. It didn’t mean gone forever. Sh-t, she was Exhibit A. Her brother, come to think of it, newly returned to the Realm, would be Exhibit B. But how to broach that topic with -let’s face it- a perfect stranger? As much as she enjoyed Iodine and could feel a burgeoning friendship, she had just met the girl. What, was she supposed to say- hey, maybe this Noah dude can pop back down complete with a set of wings. Or conversely, a forked tail. That threatened another chuckle, knowing her ‘southern counterparts’ didn’t have forked tails. We’ll just let the mortals keep believing that nonsense for now anyway.

Instead, she decided to channel her past life as a hippie and go a little ‘woo’. With a warm smile, Summer fiddled with the frayed edges of the laminated menu. “I like to think of death not as the end of anything. It can’t be the end. While it’s true, nobody escapes its wrath, there’s always a next fork in the road.” She smiled ruefully, thinking about her own forks. Forced upon her, every step of the way. “The path keeps unfolding.” She wanted to say that she’d see Noah again someday, but it felt intrusive. Like a false promise. That wasn’t ever so certain.
Kristoffer Forseti 08/12/18 "Unfortunately for me, my job requires me to be around large bodies of water sometimes. I make sure to be prepared, though. Water wings." He gives her a sage nod as if it has saved his life before. Truly, he hadn't a clue why his body would sink. Was it a curse? Or maybe it was death trying to pull him back. It just seemed everytime he looked down into the abyss he saw giant jaws ready to make a meal of him. His mind told him it was down there waiting for him. There was no avoiding it. If he was in the water, it would get him. A silly fear, but a debilitating one nonetheless.

The man ran a checklist in his head of when he came across this problem. "Only large bodies of water where I can't see the bottom. I think I have a fear of what's in there, oddly enough." Though his laugh was convincing, he was truly embarrassed. Of the horrors he has dealt with, deep water was his downfall.

Once she mentioned where they could acquire more beer he let her gain the lead before following close behind, still munching on his snacks. As they walked and talked she began to ask even more questions. Kris admired her curiosity. Most people just gave him a weird look and changed the subject. It was rare that he could have an actual conversation with someone, albeit vague in nature. However, it seemed that was about to change. She caught him.

With a defeated grin he let out a sigh. "No. We are talking supernatural animals. There's more to the world than demons, werewolves and vampires. They are just the more common ones. I'm a hunter. Hunting has been my life since I could remember, and I have become a bit of an expert at it. I also teach up and comers."
Cadence Corelli 08/09/18 Maybe...*shoves her handful of chips in her mouth
He seems smart. Like, Yeah maybe a stoner, but I dunno. He's just chill
*might already be infatuated*
*that's just how she is*
Cadence Corelli 08/09/18 *Shakes her head* No, very human, as far as I can tell.
*shoves her hand in the bag of chips and grabs some* He was definitely high. And it didn't seem like he was faking it. So unless he found some vampire strength weed, he's human.
We'll have to test him when he comes in
*nods*
Summer 08/07/18 Summer watched as Iodine unpacked what were obvious essentials to the girl and her dog. Taking a seat, she listened as Iodine worked through the plan. Giving a nod, she pushed an ashtray to Iodine then busied her hands with a packet of Sweet ‘n Low. “I give you complete artistic control. Using my own skin tone seems to be a logical choice.” Summer had no real idea on what technically made a good tattoo. She could appreciate the artistry, but the finer details were lost on her. She was humble enough to stand back and let the artist take over.

Giving the wait staff a warm smile, “Whiskey sour for me, please. And make that two menus.” She beamed a bright grin at the server. If there was one person in the world Summer was always hell-bent on being nice to, it was workers in the service sector. Returning her attention back to Iodine, she leaned back in her chair and stretched her legs out, taking care not to nudge Babbo. Clucking her tongue, she said, “I get the next round. Since this is practically a consultation.” She laughed but wasn’t joking. It hardly seems fair to have the girl brainstorm and possibly sketch while paying for her drinks. Looking at Iodine with some curiosity, she asked, “Do you have any favorite pieces on yourself?” Her face scrunched up in thought. “Do you tattoo yourself? That seems...difficult.”
Kristoffer Forseti 08/07/18 The man's head gave a few nods. "Yup. As soon as I look down, I lost all functionality of my body and just go dooooown." To emphasize his point he made a bomb whistle while his index finger slowly moved towards the ground. Then a chip was popped into his mouth in a single fluid motion.

Kris raised his arm up to flex, showing he was, in fact, shredded. Even though he devoured his weight in junk food, his metabolism was superior to most human's leaving him with a smaller percentage of body fat than most in conjunction with rigorous training. "Could be that. Paralyzing fear plus muscle density and lack of breathing equates to Kris sinking to his death. HA!" A smile still persisted despite the nature of their conversation. Death didn't scare Kris. Never did. He was raised to welcome it as an old friend, not as a means to an end.

After her swig of beer he noticed it had become empty between the two of them. The can was maneuvered in his hand so that it fit between his index finger and thumb. In a quick squeeze, it was transformed into an aluminum pancake then placed into his back pocket like it was nothing. "We should go buy more beer."

A chip was about to enter his lips when she mentioned him being a hunter. he stopped. It was hard to tell whether she meant a supernatural hunter or a wildlife one so he decided to keep it as vague as possible. "Well, I do it all. I direct others, educate, handle pests myself. I try to relocate or find other solutions before resorting to extermination. All life is precious, and everything serves a purpose." The chips was placed in his mouth. He munched a few times then continued. "I have connections in hot spots all around the world. I have eyes and ears all over, and we are all skilled in what we do. Sometimes, the government will specifically ask for me but that's only for serious cases, such as the one I had this past year. A whole ecosystem was in danger of collapse due to a sudden spike in overpopulation of a single, rare species. It wasn't doing anything wrong, simply finding it's place in the food chain." Unfortunately, it found it's place right above humans. That part was definitely left out. "It took a year to reduce their size, study them and find a suitable environment."
Cadence Corelli 08/05/18 *Mid typing 'Get your ass over here' when Iodine walkings in*
*Doesn't care about the narrowed eyes*
*pretty much immune to it by now* Well, close the f*cking door and sit your ass down. I've got details for days. *grins*
Summer 08/02/18 Pivoting left, Summer guided the girl and her dog to the corner bar with an amazing back deck. They even had a gate from the side alley so they wouldn’t have to walk through the interior to grab an outside spot. Holding open the gate, she looked at Iodine’s phone as she let them go in front of her. A smile lifted her lips just seeing those scrappy birds. Following them in, she thought about it. She couldn’t help but chuckle as she listened to Iodine rapid-fire questions at her. Clearly, the artist’s wheels were turning. It was exciting to witness. It was a world in which she was completely unfamiliar, despite being among the evidence of such work all the time.

“I’m not entirely sure. Perhaps black and grey? I mean, The magpie I want is the most common one- the black and white one. The iridescence that you mention sounds really, really cool.” Her eyes widened right along with Iodine’s at her last idea. “Ohhhh my god that sounds amazing. I f-cking love it. The bird is escaping it’s confines??” Her voice is getting higher and higher with each word. “It’s like...meant to be on me. No sh-t.”
Summer 08/01/18 Craning her neck, she tries to get a peek at what Iodine is looking for on her phone. Seeing the image of a bird, she relaxes her posture and blushes at her nosiness. Lifting her brows, she says with obvious enthusiasm, “They are beautiful and often maligned. They are cunning, flashy little daredevils. The little cutiepies are unpredictable, high spirited and they love things that sparkle.” She giggled with mirth and excitement at the idea of having the bird on her body forever. Or at least until she got a new one. Hopefully, that wouldn’t be for a while though.

“A bar sounds good. I could use a drink from the other side of the bar, taking a load off.” Her head tilted, not familiar with the tattoo artists mind. Smiling gratefully at Iodine’s words about parents, she lets out a breath she didn’t realize she’d been holding. Yea. She needed that drink. Too much thinking about the past’ll do that to a person. “There’s a bar up the road that has outdoor seating. Babbo wouldn’t have to be tied up, he could hang with us.” She looked at the dog, suddenly fighting an inexplicable urge to lay on the ground and roll around with him, wrestling. The thought made her laugh.
Summer 07/31/18 Summer blinked a few times, realizing her question was kind of out of the blue, she blushed and bopped her head around. “I am definitely interested, but am mostly not wanting to hog your time. You’re out here taking Babbo for a stroll and I keep running my yammer.” She laughed, then bit her lip in thought. “I’m thinking on my ribs- front or back, not sure. Artists choice. I think I’d like a magpie. The bird. I love them.” She grinned widely, nodding at her revelation. Yes, she’d love a magpie coming along for the ride during her adventures. Furrowing her brow in thought, she said, “Maybe we can just hit up a bar or coffee shop and you can sketch it there? No need to go back to work if you’re done.” Giving a little shrug, she gave a friendly smile and swallowed down the creeping feeling of awkwardness. Truth was, she liked chatting with Iodine. Finding friendly people was easy. Finding friendly people she actually wanted to keep talking to was rare. She remembered seeing some meme about how making friends as an adult was hard, but truthfully, it was difficult as a kid too. It wasn’t like she had a normal home to bring friends over to. Wrinkling her nose, she shook her head at the thoughts. “My brothers weren’t a big deal. My parents were more of the issue.” She said, completely after that conversation had set sail.
Summer 07/30/18 Waving her hand dismissively, she said, “Ah, it’s no biggie. Trust me, working in bars, I have to get used to it. You know how it goes though. Even after you quit, the desire never really leaves. It’s like a lover you can’t shake.” She laughs hard, nodding her head in surprise at the fairly accurate comparison.

The dull ache inside seems to wane as she listens to Iodine speak of her family. A warm smile lifts her lips, the delight in hearing tales of a normal family nearly soothing to her crenulated heart. “All younger brothers? Damn. My brothers were all older. Not that it matters, brothers are a pain in the ass no matter what the birth order is, I reckon.” She laughed, then furrowed her brows, glancing down the street and looking at her flyer once again. “Is your shop nearby? Perhaps we could sketch something up? I mean...unless you’re off or something. I’m sure you’ve gotta let your hand rest at some point.” She laughed.
Cadence Corelli 07/30/18 RiaBaby
I hired a janitor for the shop. He's super chill.
And maybe slightly good looking???
He starts tomorrow.
xoxo
Summer 07/29/18 Not needing much encouragement, Summer did a spin with a flourish. It wasn’t much, considering she was wearing jeans and a tank top, but it was more about verve than what a person had on.

Summer stared a bit longingly at the cigarette. Licking her lips like she was looking at a glass of water while wandering aimlessly through the desert. Waving a hand, she shook her head. The look of regret on her face was noticeable. “No thanks. I quit. Cigarettes anyway.” She gave a wan smile. “It was like the one thing I felt like I could control in my life? Funny thing though- they still have a control on me. Damn, I do want one.” Eyes shifting, she said lightly, “Don’t put ‘em too far away.”

Listening to Iodine talk about her family, Summer felt the familiar pang. It never went away. Lifting the corners of her lips to an easy smile, she cleared her throat. “I know what you mean. My family was..is pretty big too. They, um…” She rubbed the back of her neck and stared longingly at the cigarette. “We aren’t that close-knit though.” Her gaze moved to Babbo and softened. It was a scientific fact- a person couldn’t look at an animal and stay stressed. “Family isn’t always blood though.” Her expression warmed, the smile lifting the corners of her eyes and making them dance.
Summer 07/28/18 Summer wasn’t ashamed of what she did for a living. If anything, when someone did try to shame her for it, it just made her dig her heels in further. After all, what is more feminist than doing whatever the hell you want with your body? Even with this ‘fvck ‘em all’ attitude, she did internally sag with relief when someone was cool with it. Sometimes the argument was more effort than it was worth. In any event, Summer found that she was very pleased Iodine was cool with her choice of occupation. Woulda been a damned shame otherwise. “I do alright.” She said humbly. Laughing at the minimization, she wobbled her head and acquiesced. “I’m good at what I do.” She said with a little smile.

“My favorite music? Most of the clubs I dance at have a DJ who picks the music. Some of the smaller ones let me pick stuff.” Thinking, her eyes went skyward. “I love the easy, heavy beats of 90s trip hop. Massive Attack and Portishead are always a favorite. I did one set to some Lords of Acid and got a very hefty tip from someone simply for the choice in music.” She laughed heartily at the memory. “Even though they aren’t trip-hop. I like modern stuff too, but I do dig the slightly older stuff. Also a heavy dose of psychobilly.” She holds up a hand and admits, “My everyday music preferences vary from what I dance to. As you can imagine, there needs to be a different vibe. How about you? What do you listen to while in the shop? Or is it clients choice?”
Summer 07/28/18 Her smile widened at the offer to visit Babbo. Would that be weird? Having a playdate with a dog? Nah, she decided. That might be the most normal, balanced thing in her life if she got down to it. Grinning at the thought of finally biting the bullet and adopting an animal, she nodded enthusiastically. “Should I get one, consider you and Babbo enlisted in babysitting duty. For sure.” She chuckled. Without missing a beat, she said brightly, “Oh! I’m a dancer. The stripping kind.” She gave a little shrug. “That’s where the traveling comes in- I hit up clubs all over for gigs. Although I have been feeling a little over it lately, to be truthful. I’m just kinda burnt out.” She ran a hand through her tousled blonde hair, the tiredness showing at the corners of her eyes. “I just hate to get to that point where I don’t love it anymore, you know? I think I’m treading very close to that.” Letting out a sigh, she beamed a bright smile. “Ah well. In the meantime, I’ve been picking up some bartending shifts. That mixes it up a little bit.”
Summer 07/28/18 Having both hands on either side of Babbo’s neck, Summer scratched firmly, bringing her nose to his. Grinning, she finally stood up, brushing her hands off on the back of her jeans. Giving a little shake of her head, she answered, “No. I don’t have any. I travel a lot. It never seemed right to have one. Even though sometimes I think the companionship would be good for me.” She laughed lightly. “Poor mate, I almost feel bad for the buggar and I’m only thinking in hypotheticals!” Glancing down at the cupcake pup, she asked, “How long have you had him?” As she listened to Iodine, she looked at the girl closer. Pretty, but having that posture of someone who puts their looks last. Like she was a tomboy when she was little, not learning the societal gender norms of fussing with hair. That nearly brought a chuckle to Summer’s lips, having also missed those lessons, but for reasons other than being a tomboy. She cleared her throat, not really wanting to take a trip down dark-and-twisty memory line.
Summer 07/28/18 Perking, Summer said, “Stage name?” She nodded, getting it now. Her name was such that she didn’t need a stage name. But she could totally see how others would need to switch it up. Listening to the reasons Iodine offered for why tattoos wouldn’t stick had her nodding. They all seemed quite logical. She still had the sneaking and sinking suspicion that it had nothing to do with the normal reasons. But Iodine wouldn’t know that. Giving a little shrug, she said, “Alright. Why not.” Glancing at the flier, she took note of the address. “Should I call to make an appointment or just walk in?”

Grinning as she crouched down a little, she gave her hand a dismissive wave at the notion of trying to kill anyone. Her? Nah. Ahem. She slipped her hand under the large dog's paw and shook it. Her face softened like when any reasonable person sees a good boy. Reaching out with her other hand, she let him sniff her before proceeding to scratch behind his ear. “Aww, you are so sweet!” Her whiskey-colored eyes nearly twinkled at the big dog, cooing at him like he was a baby.
Summer 07/27/18 Lost in thought while on her walk, Summer nearly tripped over an uneven piece of the sidewalk when the girl approached her. Eyes moving side to side, brows furrowed, Summer was initially confused. Perhaps this person mistook her for another? There were a few blondes around. Very seldom did people approach her. It's almost like they knew. Relaxing her expression, she smiled mildly and listened. Her eyes lowered to the gloved hand extended out. Taking it, she wondered why a person might be wearing a glove in the middle of summer. A latex one at that. Curious.

Taking the flier, she looked at it, then lifted her gaze to meet the girl. “Iodine, eh? Interesting name. Mine’s Summer. I, uhh...I don’t have any tattoos right now. Um…” She scratched the back of her neck with the edge of the flier, a sheepish look on her face. How to explain, indeed. “My skin heels real quick? So they don’t seem to stay on me. But I guess 40% off is a decent price, even if it is temporary. Not too sure about the piercings to be honest.” She chewed her bottom lip. “I suppose if I didn’t take the jewelry out, it’d not heel, yea?” Why was she asking her? How would she possibly know? Hey, maybe ‘celestial super healing’ was a class they offered in tattoo university. That was a thing, right?

Glancing at the dog, she softened. “Can I pet him? Is it a boy?” She didn't want to offend the pooch if it were a girl.
Cadence Corelli 07/27/18 RiaBaby
Same reason I do as well, Babe. To get them off your back for a bit.
Be there in 15.
Cadence Corelli 07/27/18 RiaBaby
Oh God. Where are you? I'm on my way.
-finishes off the zombie coming at her then books it for her motorcycle-
Esper Valari 07/27/18 Brown bag in head his knee bent to his waist he looks up to the woman approaching him, he takes a swig of the booze inside. His eyes widen to acknowledge her and with a raise of the bottle in brown concealment as a thank you.

Not much is mustered from his vocal cords, the man felt he expressed himself enough. He had quite the many of tattoos. He didn't really need anymore. Not that he could afford one at the moment either. Still he thanked the woman by a simple lift of his bottle to the air and continued to be as normal as he could be for the time of day.
Cadence Corelli 07/27/18 RiaBaby
I'm killing zombies. I could come kill the date?
-she was in a killing mood. Thank god there were a lot of zombies where she was-
Cadence Corelli 07/26/18 "Is this place new?" Cade peers through smoke and window at the place. "I'm sure I've been down this street before and have never seen it before"

Cade shrugs and hops out of the car. She rolls her eys at Iodine. "But then they'll want a copy. And then they'll post it everywhere." Not that Cade had any shame... "Girl's gotta keep some sort of mystery about her."

She sticks her tongue out at Iodine and enters the bar, ordering the first of probably many drinks.
Cadence Corelli 07/24/18 Cade laughed and shook her head, "No he was definitely vanilla. But like, a good vanilla." The switch from steering to taking the bong was effortless. Almost like they'd done this a few times before. Oh, right. They had.

She flicks the lighter and takes a deep pull from the bong. "Don't worry. I made a list." She wasn't lying. It was probably the weirdest thing about her. But how else was she supposed to decide who was the best if she didn't have notes to compare? Sometimes details were forgotten if she'd been drinking...

As she exhales, she presses her foot to the gas so Iodine can make the turn. Cade takes another hit before passing the bong back and grabbing the wheel again once the turn was complete. "We'll go over the list while we drink."
Kristoffer Forseti 07/23/18 Once Iodine confirmed the blockage cleared the man gave her a thumbs up with a goofy grin. With the chips declined, he took it upon himself to pop them open and add his leftovers from the previous prey into the newer one. No sense in holding two bags! A couple chips popped into his mouth while he contemplated her question. "Well." Another chip enters to be crunched. "More job opportunities. More people. More junk food."The bag of chips was shaken with his final statement as an example. "You can only live off of reindeer and brown cheese for so long. Norway isn't bad at all. America just has more adventure."

A finger was raised as a thought popped in his head."I do travel frequently, however, so I get to see a lot of,well, everywhere." The male's grin only widened more at the woman's inquisitive mind. Curiosity was as much a vice to her as himself. "Well, sometimes the fastest way down isn't the stairs. As for where in Romania, none other than Bran Castle." The man began to murmur to himself assorted numbers. Something about accounting for height of the jump, distance and trajectory. With a hesitant look on his face he answered. "About 3,000 or so. Possibly more." An accident was mentioned causing the man to tilt his head in question. Kris was not one to push for uncomfortable topics so he kept it in the back of his mind for a later date. "That kind of thing isn't as uncommon as you'd think. I had a close call in deep water once so I try to avoid it the best I can."
Cadence Corelli 07/23/18 Cade sighed, "He's an accountant, but jeez." Laughter was added to the plumage of smoke filling the car after her comment about the ball gag, "Who, me? Not on the first date!"

She takes a right, "Obviously. I left it in your fridge. It was a fancy place. He has money, has a thing for slightly emotionally unstable girls and is fan-f*ckting-tastic in bed. I might be able to endure the tax talk for awhile. But Blondie is definitely on the back burner."
Kristoffer Forseti 07/23/18 Unfortunately, the man couldn't fit a full bag of the delicious snack so he carried around a few snack packs in his pockets. Sometimes they got crushes but that only made them that much easier to eat! The hunter noticed eyes on his bag. After placing the open bag with the beer in one hand, he produced another snack bag for the woman. "I'm just the butcher's boy from Lom, Norway. I immigrated to the states about a decade ago."

The woman's discomforted cough snapped Kris into action. A large hand gave the female firm pats on the back to help with the cemented puff clump."Slow down, now. I'm not gonna take it from ya!"A soft chuckle left the man's lips as she gained her composure once more. "It's a mountain by my hometown. I used to jump from it. Been a while, though." Blue eyes looked around inquisitively as if to find the answer to her last question. When was the last time?

"Last time I think was in Romania a few years ago for a job."He may have been bending the truth ever so slightly. Yes, he did jump off the top of a castle. No, he did not have a parachute or any type of safety mechanism to stop his fall. He also had a Wendigo trying to eat his face as he did. Details, details.
Cadence Corelli 07/23/18 I'm sure half of those girls will have it removed in like 10 years. *Cade catches the keys easily and twirls them on her finger while heading to the driver side* The bod to die for! He needed it though. God, he was such a bore. Who thinks talking about taxes is exciting idle chatter?

But, he was easy to shut up. *Cade winks and hops in the car, waiting until Iodine's in the car and takes off in the direction of Iodine's work*
Anyssa 07/23/18 Nessa gave her a smile

"If I am not doing any Chores at the Sanc home I will be there. You have a great day as well."
Anyssa 07/23/18 Nessa hands her a card with her name and number
Anyssa
Valar Morghulis
555-7680

" Please feel free to hit me up any time at any hour. I hope you enjoy your stay here."
Devin Landry 07/23/18 No idea! I'm not that person if there is. Not a problem. Enjoy your stay which I hope is a long one.
Devin Landry 07/23/18 Late but never too late. Welcome.
Kristoffer Forseti 07/22/18 Kris tilted his head to the side, much like a confused puppy. A big, muscular confused blond puppy. Eyes looked to the can then back to the woman. "Where I'm from, sharing beer is one of the only ways to drink it. then again, we only had a few mugs because they kept getting broken." Ah, memories. As the woman began to explain her name, the male pulled a bag of cool ranch doritos from his pocket to munch on while she inhaled her cheetos and exhaled her tale.

Kristoffer could relate to the stage name more than he was willing to admit. How many times had he gone by a new name now? He had lost count a while back. Still, this woman had more in common with him than he had first imagined. "I think my parents loved me too much." He gave a snort at his own joke. "Where I'm from laws are mostly a guideline since there was never anyone around to enforce them. Have you ever base jumped off Galdhřpiggen in Norway? It's some intense sh*t." The man gave a sage nod before popping a dorito into his mouth. He washed down the delicious crisp with a swig of beer. "Seems you live an exciting life."
Kristoffer Forseti 07/22/18 The woman's tenacity with the cheetos was a sight to behold. Kris almost felt bad he hadn't brought another bag! The crust on the woman's hand didn't bother the male in the least. Formalities and manners were for the highbrow rich folks who probably had never enjoyed a cheeto in their life. The beer was enticing, though. Without hesitation he decided to take a quick swig. Tit-for-tat. Nobody said he was bright.

The male was typically taller than most standing at six foot three but that seemed to be especially the case with the smaller woman. "And I am Kristoffer. Call me Kris, if ya like. That's a rather unique name you have there, yeah? Never met someone named after a chemical element."Nobody said he was stupid, either.
Cadence Corelli 07/22/18 *Smiles wistfully* I do love the pointy things.

I missed tramp stamps! *Cade pouts* Man. That almost would have been worth ditching my date. Almost.

You know I love a good dive bar. Lead the way!
Kristoffer Forseti 07/22/18 A bright, toothy grin ignited the male's visage once the woman snatched the bag of snacks from him. What better way to welcome than with a bag of munchies? A bag of candies. Alas, Kris had already eaten all of his gummy bears and offered the gummy worms to somebody else. The can of beer was a welcomed surprise, too! Bright blue eyes blink for a moment. "Well, I'm just your friendly neighborhood snackaholic. I have plenty to go around. The name's Kristoffer." A large hand, the one without the beer, reached out towards the woman.
Cadence Corelli 07/22/18 Not gonna lie...definitely debated it. Then I went and puked my guts out. You're such a bad influence *nevermind the fact that Cade often encourages the bad behavior.*

*puts her phone away, takes a look around, just making sure no one was after them* You know I'm in. Just no hot slime balls tonight.
Cadence Corelli 07/22/18 *Cade rolls her eyes* Y'know..I'd blocked that image from my head. Thanks so much for bringing it roaring back to the surface. *shudders* He was such a slime ball.

Whaaat? *feigns being hurt* I was thirsty. I'll buy you another!

*Cade sticks her tongue out* No cops. We're fine. But we should probably get gone. I wasn't the only one with a phone out.
Cadence Corelli 07/22/18 To be fair, there was one time where you went to the bathroom. I was hoping a pattern had started.

*Cade jerks away from the nudge a bit, but laughs and holds her phone up for Iodine to see* Okay...I miiiight have missed the beginning. But only by like a second or two.

*The video shows Cade downing Iodine's beer before focusing on the stunt*
Cadence Corelli 07/22/18 *jogs up behind Iodine* Girl, how am I supposed to have your back if you keep running off ahead of me?!
Kristoffer Forseti 07/22/18 "Welcome to The Realm! Cheetos?"
-offers a bag of Cheetos-
Anyssa 07/22/18 *Nessa had been gone for a couple of days so she thought she would catch up on those who are new to the realm.*

"Hello my name is Anyssa and on behalf of Valar Morghulis I would like to welcome you to the realm. If you should need anything please feel free to come to me."
Giovanni DiGiorgio 07/22/18 Welcome to The Realm.
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