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 Posted: Tue Sep 18, 2012 2:55 pm
 The smell of sweat and blood filled the air, the sweet and exotic tang of melding bodies ans vibrating bass echoing in the ears of the young owner. Young, perhaps at first glance, but it was best not to be so very fooled, Rene Lefevre was anything but. His long, dark hair and piercing eyes were but the first read into his persona. He was kindred, vampire, and of the clan of shadows. He was Lasombra, and in so many different ways.
Since his coming to the darkness, since his finding desire in the arms of the acting elder, he had been on the up and up and planned to remain there. Aurora was his reward for years of service, and he would not be the fool to toss that reward aside.
He moved amongst the bodies, watching the forms of men and women alike as they pressed so firmly to each other, the smell of sex and lust teasing his senses, bringing forth that blood lust from deep within his blackened soul. 'Dance dear flock...dance and let down your guard, for the creatures the roam this night are more than ready to feast upon your drunken flesh.'
He laughed and moved toward his private booth. the booth itself, within a small alcove to the side of the dance floor and across from the bar, hidden behind deep, black, velvet curtains. Pushing them aside he grinned, the form of one drunken patron having to have passed out on the crimson cushions. 'Oh dear lady, how you tempt the tempter.' He moved to take a seat, his fingers playing along the woman's hair. He could not harm her here, and he would not dare break his own rules.
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Posted: Thu Sep 20, 2012 11:05 pm
 As he was called to the place where one who would be a mentor of sorts to him, Jest found himself puzzled by the facade of the building in front of him. Brow furrowing as the vibrations of bass pounded and rumbled out even into the streets and sidewalks surrounding the place.
After a few puzzled moments, he stepped forward and into the club, his senses nearly assaulted. This was not the sort of place he would normally go, but to help his new-found place amongst his kindred he would do whatever it took.
His crimson eyes skimmed over the bodies, tables, stages, and the bar. All of this was completely out of his previous comfort zones. Oh the stage was something he was familiar with, but the performance going on -- though slightly eye catching to him -- threw him quite a bit.
Deciding not to waste another moment, he pushed past the bodies in the club, making his way to the bar to ask where he might find the one he was meant to meet that night. The man did his best to keep his thoughts in his head and away from his lips and off of his face, though some things made it quite difficult.
As he finally reached the bar counter, he asked where he might find this Rene he was going to meet up. As the curtained entrance was pointed out to him, he gave a nod and swiftly made his way to that of the -- now quite apparent as he stepped on through -- private room. Raising a brow, chuckling lowly, he asked the man sitting in the room two things "Are you Rene? The one I'm meant to meet?... And do you need me to give you some time? You look a little busy there"
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Posted: Sun Sep 23, 2012 9:18 pm
Even as he sat there, the drunken woman laying out on his lap, he smiled. His eyes lifting as he heard the curtains part, the scent of the newest blood of the clan taking his first few steps inside. "It is generally best to come it with announcement, sir. Though I do think in time you will learn this, or risk seeing something you oughtn't"
With a gentle shift of his body, he moved the woman back to the seat, he crossing from behind his table and offering a hand to the male before him. "Rene Lefevre, owner of le chateau d'ombre, and Ancillae of clan Lasombra, Jest..." He let the soft curve of his lips curl into a smile, the look itself charming but full of darkness.
"You have let the shadows lead you this far, and I am assuming it is through the request of the elders that you come to me. What am I to do for you? Teach you...guide you?" He laughed and ran his fingers back through his hair. "How does one teach what the shadows are...? They are shadows, nothing more...yet they are the very things that give us meaning..."
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Posted: Mon Oct 01, 2012 3:59 am
Unable to hide a slightly amused smirk at the sight before him, he gave a shake to his head and offered an apology, but not without his own flare "Do forgive me. Next time I'll try to keep that in mind, not that I'd mind seeing a bit of a show." With a bow of his head, he stepped through the curtain fully and peered about the private room.
Ears flicking as Rene stirred in his seat to lean forward and offer his hand, he steeped forward and took it with a firm grasp and a shake, once again offering a bow of his head. "A please to meet a master of the shadows. I know you know my name already, but I am Jest. Just Jest." The smile on the other male's lips one quite an intriguing one, that was for sure.
Taking a couple small steps backwards, shifting most of his weight to one leg, he gave a shake of his head. "Actually, t'was my own request to seek out someone who could teach me what it meant to be a child of the shadows." He had put every bit of himself into the interview process, and turning, not to just live a half-experienced unlife. He wanted to know what he could do and how to use it. Granted, this place and this man weren't what he was expecting, but most things aren't and he knew that more than anyone in his previous line of work.[[So sorry for the late, love! I had a reply typed out before, but my computer was a but and gave me much trouble and I didn't realize that I lost my reply! D>]]
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Posted: Thu Nov 29, 2012 9:21 pm
The master was more than amused by the fledgling's reaction. It was expect, that was certain, but all the same he would have thought the other so much less naive. "It shows initiative to admit your own actions in this, Jest. This is a trait that is smiled upon." He held that offered hand with strength, he leading the younger to the booth, urging him to take a seat. "Please, sit, do tell me the tale of you journey into the shadows." He laughed and reclined into his seat, long legs moving to kick up along the table's surface.
"I trust it was the work of those young blood neonates, Aramis and Jehane..." He laughed. He never truly understood his lover's choice in the pair. The were so young, so green to the ways of a darkness. Yet, if Aurora trusted them with the task, than he had no right to question her. "..but you life before this, what were you? Tell me of the Jest that the darkness has taken so fully into its embrace." His lips continued to hold the grin, his eyes alight with sadistic humor. He could feel the young blood squirming even now, and as he sat there, in silence, the darkness of the room only seemed to grow.
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