Post by Coquette on Jan 19, 2009 20:23:15 GMT -7
Coquette paced restlessly around the foyer of the Lokason Mykrasetur, the thick platform soles of her boots thudding against the floors. The manor was empty, as it had been all day and now into the early evening. Where was everyone? Lady b was in the garden, but there hadn't been hide nor hair of Nif or ophelia since late last night.
Coquette sighed softly, running her fingers over the wall in front of her. She assumed Nif and ophelia could be off making the dirty after last night's bloodshed, but she highly doubted it. A soft shudder ran up the younger vampire's spine. They're... old! Old people can't make the nasty more than once or twice a week. In the dark. With socks on. In a bed. With none of that sexual 'aid' stuff that they sell in the seedy shop down the street. No, that can't be where they'd gone..
The girl closed her eyes and took a brief moment to mentally seek out her sire. She had sat close to where she'd been last night after the battle, but with much less blood than before. She frowned, scanning the area in her mind for Nif as well. He wasn't around.. so the blood loss definitely didn't come from any sort of kinky banging. They must have made another run.. Coquette sighed, knowing full well not to disturb ophelia without knowing that the Sypheronians weren't live. Opi was good.. but even she didn't need to have a phone to her ear while flinging vials.
Pulling her Vaio from her backpack by the couch, Coquette sprawled out over the furniture piece and opened the notebook. Perhaps she had a camera installed nearby to view the action. After all, she wasn't called the Coq-eye for nothing. Since she'd opened Bite with Louvain the previous summer, Coquette had been purchasing and installing Bluetooth webcams all over the City. They networked directly into her laptop over the RavenBlack Wireless network, and she could view them from her personal screen at any location. She liked to think she was pretty technologically savvy, coming up with this plan, but it had a few flaws. For one.. she couldn't move the cameras from home. Coquette was constantly having to teleport all over hell and creation and move them herself. For two.. people kept kicking the expensive little pieces of equipment, pulling them out of corners and punting them blocks away. She'd had to repair two of them already, which had been stomped beyond all recognition.
Lifting her shoulder haplessly, Coquette's finger tapped at the little mousepad to log herself onto the network. Neither problem could be solved. Unless she found a way to hide her cameras in Shadows, they'd continue to be kicked. And unless she could somehow design a pair of robotic feet for every camera she had in the City.. well, she'd have to keep moving them manually. However, sometimes she lucked out, having gathered some 30-someodd cameras over the last six months. This was the case as she opened her viewing program, finding a webcamBuddha near ophelia's range.
The program was simple. Double-click to zoom in, right click to zoom out. Arrow keys to move the camera's head. Working with experienced fingers, Coquette manipulated the camera to zoom into ophelia's direct location, using the lens to scan over her sire's face and surroundings. She'd been recently attacked, even the black and white view of the camera showed the freshness of blood on her ophelia's clothing. Nearby, Carpathia and Aristeen sat together, probably giggling beyond the realm of film grain. Coquette watched wordlessly as Nghthawk appeared, then left, then reappeared again as Seyda came wandering ophelia's way. Double-clicking, Coquette zoomed in on Seyda, who appeared to be.. smacking her forehead?
She'd never understand Seyda some days.
Using the arrow keys to follow Seyda, Coquette watched once again as Nghthawk sprinted toward the blonde woman, and they both disappeared in a puff of mist. Displaced. Frantic, her fingers worked to bring ophelia back into her screen's view.
Her sire was hopping from side to side, vials flying. From the blurred grain of the camera, she couldn't tell who's vials belonged to whom. Gritting her teeth, Coquette could do nothing but stare at the screen from the safety of the family's manor. Then she leaned her head down and began closing her dreadlocked skull between the two sides of her notebook.
“Stupid, stupid stupid!” she grumbled to herself as she abused her well-cushioned cranium. She'd wasted all of her energy that morning, trying to reach the impossible goal of 15,000 pints without straying too far from home. She should be there, helping! Ophelia was capable, undeniably so, but she was her childe, and she was fat, with weapons, and perfectly able to assist. Maybe she wasn't clan, and maybe she wasn't even that good on the battlefield, but Coquette felt wholly useless just sitting and watching ophelia fight.
Removing the Vaio from her head and setting it on the table in front of her, Coquette stood up and paced some more. The sound of battle drifted from the laptop's tiny speakers, another benefit of the small microphones on the side of each webcam. This time, her feet stomped petulantly against the floor of the empty manor, a fraction of the tantrum that was raging inside the young vampire's mind and body.
Ophelia had told Coquette last night that she wasn't allowed to help. “How do you know you're not helping already?” she'd said. Coquette hadn't retaliated with what was really running through her mind then, instead nodding her head and agreeing that she shouldn't participate. Now, she shouted it, tempted to start kicking objects and trashing the house.
“How do I know? Jee, it might have to do with the fact that you're nearly to 5k and I'm sitting on my ass and not doing anything, you stubborn old lady!” Coquette yelled, mostly to vent her frustrations. She wanted to be helpful. Her entire time under Andre, she'd only been given one opportunity to support those that she loved. Too small, too unexperienced, not active enough. Now she had 15k under her belt, was... well, she was still unexperienced, but she was active, willing, and motivated. Why not assist?
Because ophelia said no, a little voice in the back of her head nagged.
Sighing softly, her tantrum over for now, Coquette turned back to her laptop and slammed her finger down on the power key, shutting the system down without closing out of any programs. She didn't care at the moment.
Actually, at the moment, she'd would rather have turned on the webcam and found ophelia and Nif doing it. With no socks on. On the floor OF the seedy shop down the street. Using a feeldoe. With the lights on.
Unlife was so frustrating sometimes.
Coquette sighed softly, running her fingers over the wall in front of her. She assumed Nif and ophelia could be off making the dirty after last night's bloodshed, but she highly doubted it. A soft shudder ran up the younger vampire's spine. They're... old! Old people can't make the nasty more than once or twice a week. In the dark. With socks on. In a bed. With none of that sexual 'aid' stuff that they sell in the seedy shop down the street. No, that can't be where they'd gone..
The girl closed her eyes and took a brief moment to mentally seek out her sire. She had sat close to where she'd been last night after the battle, but with much less blood than before. She frowned, scanning the area in her mind for Nif as well. He wasn't around.. so the blood loss definitely didn't come from any sort of kinky banging. They must have made another run.. Coquette sighed, knowing full well not to disturb ophelia without knowing that the Sypheronians weren't live. Opi was good.. but even she didn't need to have a phone to her ear while flinging vials.
Pulling her Vaio from her backpack by the couch, Coquette sprawled out over the furniture piece and opened the notebook. Perhaps she had a camera installed nearby to view the action. After all, she wasn't called the Coq-eye for nothing. Since she'd opened Bite with Louvain the previous summer, Coquette had been purchasing and installing Bluetooth webcams all over the City. They networked directly into her laptop over the RavenBlack Wireless network, and she could view them from her personal screen at any location. She liked to think she was pretty technologically savvy, coming up with this plan, but it had a few flaws. For one.. she couldn't move the cameras from home. Coquette was constantly having to teleport all over hell and creation and move them herself. For two.. people kept kicking the expensive little pieces of equipment, pulling them out of corners and punting them blocks away. She'd had to repair two of them already, which had been stomped beyond all recognition.
Lifting her shoulder haplessly, Coquette's finger tapped at the little mousepad to log herself onto the network. Neither problem could be solved. Unless she found a way to hide her cameras in Shadows, they'd continue to be kicked. And unless she could somehow design a pair of robotic feet for every camera she had in the City.. well, she'd have to keep moving them manually. However, sometimes she lucked out, having gathered some 30-someodd cameras over the last six months. This was the case as she opened her viewing program, finding a webcamBuddha near ophelia's range.
The program was simple. Double-click to zoom in, right click to zoom out. Arrow keys to move the camera's head. Working with experienced fingers, Coquette manipulated the camera to zoom into ophelia's direct location, using the lens to scan over her sire's face and surroundings. She'd been recently attacked, even the black and white view of the camera showed the freshness of blood on her ophelia's clothing. Nearby, Carpathia and Aristeen sat together, probably giggling beyond the realm of film grain. Coquette watched wordlessly as Nghthawk appeared, then left, then reappeared again as Seyda came wandering ophelia's way. Double-clicking, Coquette zoomed in on Seyda, who appeared to be.. smacking her forehead?
She'd never understand Seyda some days.
Using the arrow keys to follow Seyda, Coquette watched once again as Nghthawk sprinted toward the blonde woman, and they both disappeared in a puff of mist. Displaced. Frantic, her fingers worked to bring ophelia back into her screen's view.
Her sire was hopping from side to side, vials flying. From the blurred grain of the camera, she couldn't tell who's vials belonged to whom. Gritting her teeth, Coquette could do nothing but stare at the screen from the safety of the family's manor. Then she leaned her head down and began closing her dreadlocked skull between the two sides of her notebook.
“Stupid, stupid stupid!” she grumbled to herself as she abused her well-cushioned cranium. She'd wasted all of her energy that morning, trying to reach the impossible goal of 15,000 pints without straying too far from home. She should be there, helping! Ophelia was capable, undeniably so, but she was her childe, and she was fat, with weapons, and perfectly able to assist. Maybe she wasn't clan, and maybe she wasn't even that good on the battlefield, but Coquette felt wholly useless just sitting and watching ophelia fight.
Removing the Vaio from her head and setting it on the table in front of her, Coquette stood up and paced some more. The sound of battle drifted from the laptop's tiny speakers, another benefit of the small microphones on the side of each webcam. This time, her feet stomped petulantly against the floor of the empty manor, a fraction of the tantrum that was raging inside the young vampire's mind and body.
Ophelia had told Coquette last night that she wasn't allowed to help. “How do you know you're not helping already?” she'd said. Coquette hadn't retaliated with what was really running through her mind then, instead nodding her head and agreeing that she shouldn't participate. Now, she shouted it, tempted to start kicking objects and trashing the house.
“How do I know? Jee, it might have to do with the fact that you're nearly to 5k and I'm sitting on my ass and not doing anything, you stubborn old lady!” Coquette yelled, mostly to vent her frustrations. She wanted to be helpful. Her entire time under Andre, she'd only been given one opportunity to support those that she loved. Too small, too unexperienced, not active enough. Now she had 15k under her belt, was... well, she was still unexperienced, but she was active, willing, and motivated. Why not assist?
Because ophelia said no, a little voice in the back of her head nagged.
Sighing softly, her tantrum over for now, Coquette turned back to her laptop and slammed her finger down on the power key, shutting the system down without closing out of any programs. She didn't care at the moment.
Actually, at the moment, she'd would rather have turned on the webcam and found ophelia and Nif doing it. With no socks on. On the floor OF the seedy shop down the street. Using a feeldoe. With the lights on.
Unlife was so frustrating sometimes.
