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piratejournal2014-09-22 12:30 pm
oneofthelost) wrote in piratejournal2014-09-22 12:30 pm
Entry tags:
- 011 - voice
[Sheep aren't cutting it. The life force of an animal that she can't even bleed dry isn't satisfactory. Not now. It worked for awhile, but now the real hunger has set in. A feeling in the very pit of her stomach that leaves Alex prowling the yardarms during the nighttime hours.
Like now.
If she asked, she could probably get Haytham to cut himself. Pour rich, hot blood into the cup she'd first drank from. But she doesn't trust herself not to attack on first sight and smell of it.
Because she wants more than just blood. She wants life. To feel a living creature under her teeth. She doesn't crave the kill. But to feel something alive. To drink from the source.
And, well. She's a teenage girl. That? She can use to her advantage.]
Evening.
[She lets the instinct and hunger talk more than the girl. The words glide out, half purr and half lilt.
A siren's song to lure hapless sailors.]
Those of you who don't know me? I'm Alex. I've been here awhile. About nine months.
[She chuckles, a low, rolling sound.]
This is going to sound stupid, probably. [Give them a bit of innocence, slightly corrupted but not entirely.] But I'm really missing my boyfriend. Being held, being kissed, being touched.
I'm not looking for anything serious, I promise. No strings attached.
But I wanna have a little fun. An evening. Maybe a day or two. Your ship, mine, some nice little island.
I'm not looking for a boyfriend or anything like that. Promise. You're not going to get stuck with some crazy girl following you around.
I just wanna have a little fun.
[Another chuckle. Sweet, almost embarrassed. Like she isn't setting a trap.]
Anyone interested?
Like now.
If she asked, she could probably get Haytham to cut himself. Pour rich, hot blood into the cup she'd first drank from. But she doesn't trust herself not to attack on first sight and smell of it.
Because she wants more than just blood. She wants life. To feel a living creature under her teeth. She doesn't crave the kill. But to feel something alive. To drink from the source.
And, well. She's a teenage girl. That? She can use to her advantage.]
Evening.
[She lets the instinct and hunger talk more than the girl. The words glide out, half purr and half lilt.
A siren's song to lure hapless sailors.]
Those of you who don't know me? I'm Alex. I've been here awhile. About nine months.
[She chuckles, a low, rolling sound.]
This is going to sound stupid, probably. [Give them a bit of innocence, slightly corrupted but not entirely.] But I'm really missing my boyfriend. Being held, being kissed, being touched.
I'm not looking for anything serious, I promise. No strings attached.
But I wanna have a little fun. An evening. Maybe a day or two. Your ship, mine, some nice little island.
I'm not looking for a boyfriend or anything like that. Promise. You're not going to get stuck with some crazy girl following you around.
I just wanna have a little fun.
[Another chuckle. Sweet, almost embarrassed. Like she isn't setting a trap.]
Anyone interested?