MaryGold
terrified to be known, desperate to be understood
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VINCENT ABBOTT
VAMPIR
LOCATION | INTERACTION | MENTIONS
The way in which the spoiled Fisher man carried on the conversation as if Vincent Abbott, an infamous leader of the largest gang within their city, hadn't just threatened to take away his sparkly life was agitating to put lightly. Vince was unable to control the way his eyes rolled at the flair of which he served his plate, and he did nothing to hide it as he leaned back in his seat, and reached for the knife that lay next to it. Sharp enough to cut a steak and a person if need be. What material was made of? He turned it over in his hand before Isiah's question brought him back.
"We were torturing a guy on the second floor. You can come and take a peek, maybe sit in the chair you'd like. Get familiar with what it's like. I recently got a silver tip knife. Perfect for vampir." His smile was akin to a smirk as he divulged him almost excitedly. It was not so much a threat this time as it was a jab. He sat forward and began to cut into his steak, and when he was done with that he moved onto the vegetables on the plate. "Unfortunately Anabelle likely finished the job already and had staff clean up before opening."
Violence sighed deeply, dropping his hand onto the clothed table, and pressing his knuckle against the glass cup. He had meant to try that knife out and its effectiveness. Anabelle would certainly tell him all about it.
"The weather is ruining a lot of plans, but per usual we'll have live bands playing tonight. It'll likely be a crowd of regulars and whoever likes to party during storms." He hummed, slowly pushing the glass as he spoke. "If you want something more standout, I can promise you Halloween night will be more fun and full of people." There was never a time the club wasn't filled with people and long lines on Halloween.
Crash!
After pushing the glass long enough like an ill-behaved cat, the glass finally fell onto the floor. Vince had a poor habit of breaking glasses, it seemed. "My bad, but if you can obstruct my business with cop calls I don't think a measly glass should matter." He shrugged a shoulder, his smile never leaving his face.
"We were torturing a guy on the second floor. You can come and take a peek, maybe sit in the chair you'd like. Get familiar with what it's like. I recently got a silver tip knife. Perfect for vampir." His smile was akin to a smirk as he divulged him almost excitedly. It was not so much a threat this time as it was a jab. He sat forward and began to cut into his steak, and when he was done with that he moved onto the vegetables on the plate. "Unfortunately Anabelle likely finished the job already and had staff clean up before opening."
Violence sighed deeply, dropping his hand onto the clothed table, and pressing his knuckle against the glass cup. He had meant to try that knife out and its effectiveness. Anabelle would certainly tell him all about it.
"The weather is ruining a lot of plans, but per usual we'll have live bands playing tonight. It'll likely be a crowd of regulars and whoever likes to party during storms." He hummed, slowly pushing the glass as he spoke. "If you want something more standout, I can promise you Halloween night will be more fun and full of people." There was never a time the club wasn't filled with people and long lines on Halloween.
Crash!
After pushing the glass long enough like an ill-behaved cat, the glass finally fell onto the floor. Vince had a poor habit of breaking glasses, it seemed. "My bad, but if you can obstruct my business with cop calls I don't think a measly glass should matter." He shrugged a shoulder, his smile never leaving his face.