heavy with heat; [ So... Mardi Gras with a lot more sex. Got it.
It's not too terrible a situation to navigate, even if the rampant displays of debauchery and wild sex is...yeah, it's a thing, she guesses. It's hard to deal with all of the noise she hears everywhere, people groaning, others cheering, yelling. She can sense so much in the crowd, vision in shades of auras that guide her from one group to the next, flitting through the booths. Ava's been given a few beads which hang loosely around her neck, one around her wrist, and more than once she's been prompted by people to come try something at their table - a drink, a snack, anything.
A shame she can't partake. ]
Listen, I've-- I've got a weak stomach, you know? It's cool. Thanks, though.
[ What she wants is a little more rich than all that. And she's going to get it once she can find someone that's drifting just a little too far from the revelry... Or, if she can convince someone to do something in private.
Not too hard. She waits until she's being shoved against someone - male or female, doesn't matter - and she gives them a bit of a dreamy-eyed smile. A bit of a bashful glance, even if she can't blush anymore. Not really. ]
Hey, listen, I... I'm no good in a group. Performance anxiety. Do you think we can, um... Find somewhere else?
[ She makes eye contact. Perhaps you feel a strange compulsion to do as she says. Maybe you feel nothing and feel sorry for her. Or, you know, maybe tell her to suck it up and play along. ]
the limbo twist; [ It's totally Mardi Gras, okay. She gets it. Ava's a little weird about the mask - a bit too on the nose, as it were - but it's fine, right? Totally fine. A little anonymity never hurt anyone anyway. Especially when she's still trying to read the city and make sure no one else is here from Santa Monica and Hollywood, no one from the Camarilla. No Prince, no sheriff. No more fucking vampire politics.
And while she should be on edge, she strangely isn't, not now. Even if the mask, that of a plague doctor, is...creepy. It's weird, too, because besides feeling fantastic and totally not like she's just gone through some hideous and fucking inevitable betrayal - let's not forget that, right? - it seems like people want to actually stick around and hang out with her. They keep touching her, wanting to linger close, put their heads in her lap. Beg her to touch them. Ava hasn't really touched anyone in a long time for several reasons but this is...nice. And it's enjoyable to see them come back for more.
Eventually, she finds herself on a park bench in the very early morning hours, taking a break from all of the revelers who have sought her out. But it looks like she isn't alone. She tips her mask up just enough to smile, her lips a little flushed and red from recently feeding. Her hands finds their shoulder. ]
You look tired. Too much booze?
the feeding option (you thirsty animals); [ The Down sucks. Kind of obvious, really, but it does. She's already left the apartments to go start skulking out somewhere that will be safer. LIES has assured her when she's asked that there will be ample accommodations - black out curtains, a safe room - but she can't trust them. She can't trust anyone.
Ava finds an old, abandoned building. Specifically, the basement of the building, which she tears up and makes somewhat suitable for her needs. Puts locks on the doors, does what she can to make it the most unappealing place as possible. She can't quite pull off the freshly haunted look but it's a work in progress. Cut her some slack, she's poor.
It'd be easier to find some creepy fetish Dominant who might want a vampire. Or be super into bloodplay. But, again, trust issues. So, instead of looking for a real place to be or some luxury in finding a partner, she's scraping around the Down or some places in the Up at night, picking out prey. ]
option 1 - Autonomy [ Plenty of people come to this place. Ava scopes it out at least twice a week, reveling in the few places she can have some freedom to herself. Most times, she finds some easy person to feed from, sometimes using her powers to seduce them, take them into a back room, and eat in peace. She leaves them cozy on one of the beds but never lingers for long.
Tonight, she tries the pairing option. And you're her new date. Ava's wearing a smile when you wander up, leaning against the bar. ]
Um, hey. You get the ping on your device?
option 2 - the park/the street [ Not the cleanest place but, listen, beggars can't be choosers. She helps herself to the first person she finds, coaxing them to a bench with her. It's dark and no one else is around. Won't be too hard, right?
Except, well... Maybe you noticed her. From a distance, it doesn't look too noticeable. Just some woman straddling someone on a park bench and possibly making out? But a bit too close, you might notice there's biting and blood involved. Far be it from you to interfere but. Well. Maybe you should?
Or, you can watch. You gross voyeur. ]
wildcard; [ Hit me! ]
[ ooc: either feeding prompts can be your character or someone else. super flexible. ]
the fledgling | vampire: the masquerade - bloodlines | sub
[ So... Mardi Gras with a lot more sex. Got it.
It's not too terrible a situation to navigate, even if the rampant displays of debauchery and wild sex is...yeah, it's a thing, she guesses. It's hard to deal with all of the noise she hears everywhere, people groaning, others cheering, yelling. She can sense so much in the crowd, vision in shades of auras that guide her from one group to the next, flitting through the booths. Ava's been given a few beads which hang loosely around her neck, one around her wrist, and more than once she's been prompted by people to come try something at their table - a drink, a snack, anything.
A shame she can't partake. ]
Listen, I've-- I've got a weak stomach, you know? It's cool. Thanks, though.
[ What she wants is a little more rich than all that. And she's going to get it once she can find someone that's drifting just a little too far from the revelry... Or, if she can convince someone to do something in private.
Not too hard. She waits until she's being shoved against someone - male or female, doesn't matter - and she gives them a bit of a dreamy-eyed smile. A bit of a bashful glance, even if she can't blush anymore. Not really. ]
Hey, listen, I... I'm no good in a group. Performance anxiety. Do you think we can, um... Find somewhere else?
[ She makes eye contact. Perhaps you feel a strange compulsion to do as she says. Maybe you feel nothing and feel sorry for her. Or, you know, maybe tell her to suck it up and play along. ]
the limbo twist;
[ It's totally Mardi Gras, okay. She gets it. Ava's a little weird about the mask - a bit too on the nose, as it were - but it's fine, right? Totally fine. A little anonymity never hurt anyone anyway. Especially when she's still trying to read the city and make sure no one else is here from Santa Monica and Hollywood, no one from the Camarilla. No Prince, no sheriff. No more fucking vampire politics.
And while she should be on edge, she strangely isn't, not now. Even if the mask, that of a plague doctor, is...creepy. It's weird, too, because besides feeling fantastic and totally not like she's just gone through some hideous and fucking inevitable betrayal - let's not forget that, right? - it seems like people want to actually stick around and hang out with her. They keep touching her, wanting to linger close, put their heads in her lap. Beg her to touch them. Ava hasn't really touched anyone in a long time for several reasons but this is...nice. And it's enjoyable to see them come back for more.
Eventually, she finds herself on a park bench in the very early morning hours, taking a break from all of the revelers who have sought her out. But it looks like she isn't alone. She tips her mask up just enough to smile, her lips a little flushed and red from recently feeding. Her hands finds their shoulder. ]
You look tired. Too much booze?
the feeding option (you thirsty animals);
[ The Down sucks. Kind of obvious, really, but it does. She's already left the apartments to go start skulking out somewhere that will be safer. LIES has assured her when she's asked that there will be ample accommodations - black out curtains, a safe room - but she can't trust them. She can't trust anyone.
Ava finds an old, abandoned building. Specifically, the basement of the building, which she tears up and makes somewhat suitable for her needs. Puts locks on the doors, does what she can to make it the most unappealing place as possible. She can't quite pull off the freshly haunted look but it's a work in progress. Cut her some slack, she's poor.
It'd be easier to find some creepy fetish Dominant who might want a vampire. Or be super into bloodplay. But, again, trust issues. So, instead of looking for a real place to be or some luxury in finding a partner, she's scraping around the Down or some places in the Up at night, picking out prey. ]
wildcard;
[ Hit me! ]
[ ooc: either feeding prompts can be your character or someone else. super flexible. ]