08-08-2018, 02:43 AM
[div style="width: 45%; margin: auto; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify"]Alexander didn't particularly like being out during the day, but it seemed like the more active the town got, the more they were out in the sunlight. The vampire was dressed in a t-shit and jean shorts, enjoying the summer weather under their umbrella. There wasn't much to do at the moment, other than window shop and watch the tourists and civilians alike wonder around the boardwalk. It was a good day to be out nonetheless, one hundred bottles of sunscreen wasted or not.
They hum along to the faint music playing from the amphitheater, burgundy eyes drifting past the shop windows to the people walking around them. They're seriously considering heading to Rialto's carriage until they catch the sight of Marko walking along the rooftops, eyebrows drawing together in confusion. Just what did he think he was doing, when he knew he should be down on the ground, healing some broken ribs and all the other injuries he had acquired during his fall? Alex bares their teeth, marching toward the closest wall so they can glare up at the Undertaker. They open their mouth, a threat already on their tongue, when -
When someone bumps into their side, making them stumble slightly to the side. They whip around just as Marko jumps down from the roof, a scowl dragging down their lips. "I didn't see you because there are better things to look at." Alexander snaps, already annoyed by this man's attitude. They shoot a glance Marko's way, raising a brow at his questioning. The youngest vampire wasn't usually this curious about his food, though they couldn't fathom what else he could want from this human. He looked like a tourist, or any of the other newer residents of San Creado. There was no reason to pick him out, at least not from what they could see.
They huff and step back behind Marko, bringing their umbrella closer to their head. The young blood could have this one - that attitude probably made his blood bitter, too. They lean casually against their friend's back, making sure the umbrella also covered him and pretending that they weren't. They give Michael a once over, at once realizing why the Undertaker was giving him some extra attention. The stranger was dressed in a biker getup, though a lot less flashy than Marko's own. Alexander frown pulls into a sharp-toothed grin, eyes scrunching into half moons in their amusement. "Hey, young blood! This one looks like you when you were just fifteen. Look at his jacket." They giggle, leaning over his shoulder to smile down at the human, a hand coming up to cover their mouth. Oh, this just turned much more fun.
They hum along to the faint music playing from the amphitheater, burgundy eyes drifting past the shop windows to the people walking around them. They're seriously considering heading to Rialto's carriage until they catch the sight of Marko walking along the rooftops, eyebrows drawing together in confusion. Just what did he think he was doing, when he knew he should be down on the ground, healing some broken ribs and all the other injuries he had acquired during his fall? Alex bares their teeth, marching toward the closest wall so they can glare up at the Undertaker. They open their mouth, a threat already on their tongue, when -
When someone bumps into their side, making them stumble slightly to the side. They whip around just as Marko jumps down from the roof, a scowl dragging down their lips. "I didn't see you because there are better things to look at." Alexander snaps, already annoyed by this man's attitude. They shoot a glance Marko's way, raising a brow at his questioning. The youngest vampire wasn't usually this curious about his food, though they couldn't fathom what else he could want from this human. He looked like a tourist, or any of the other newer residents of San Creado. There was no reason to pick him out, at least not from what they could see.
They huff and step back behind Marko, bringing their umbrella closer to their head. The young blood could have this one - that attitude probably made his blood bitter, too. They lean casually against their friend's back, making sure the umbrella also covered him and pretending that they weren't. They give Michael a once over, at once realizing why the Undertaker was giving him some extra attention. The stranger was dressed in a biker getup, though a lot less flashy than Marko's own. Alexander frown pulls into a sharp-toothed grin, eyes scrunching into half moons in their amusement. "Hey, young blood! This one looks like you when you were just fifteen. Look at his jacket." They giggle, leaning over his shoulder to smile down at the human, a hand coming up to cover their mouth. Oh, this just turned much more fun.
LOVIN' WHAT I'M TASTIN',
VENOM ON MY TONGUE.
☾∗ˈ‧₊° ─[COLOR=WHITE] SIPPIN' ON STRAIGHT CHLORINE!
VENOM ON MY TONGUE.
☾∗ˈ‧₊° ─[COLOR=WHITE] SIPPIN' ON STRAIGHT CHLORINE!