Mine
May 22, 2015 19:07:24 GMT
Post by Elsie Horowitz on May 22, 2015 19:07:24 GMT
 
New York cuisine was supposed to be unique unto itself. Every major city claimed distinctive dishes to warrant tourism. New York cheesecake. Lobster Newberg. Fried chicken and waffles. Manhattan Clam Chowder. Pastrami and Corned Beef Sandwich. Elsie was interested in what New York cuisine offered, just none of those.
Blood. Since before she had been turned, now close to six hundred years ago, she had grown to love the substance. The coppery smell. The feel. The warmth. The color.
She wanted blood. Did she need it? No. She never refrained from the drink long enough to needing it. No, no, no. This was a want. A fancy. Elsie walked down the darkened streets and alleys in a calm manner. Her hands laced behind her back, each step with a giddy bounce. Who was it going to be? Which one? She treated the experience as a shopper squeezing fruit to see which one was the preferred. Which one? Which one? The little girl began to hum an off sounding tune with her steps keeping the beat. Which one? Smile. Which one?
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Mine
May 26, 2015 18:59:48 GMT
Post by enoch finch on May 26, 2015 18:59:48 GMT
I'M A FIRST CLASS LET DOWN The day hadn't been very productive if they were honest. Then again most days weren't, not when you had to keep your head down being a runaway. They'd spent most of the day climbing buildings and tagging with the last of the spray paint they had on their person, and to be honest they were rather proud of themself. Of course once the sun set the city became something more dangerous and feral, and Enoch has slid up their hood to avoid suspicion. They'd realized having a pretty face around here in back alleys was bad when there were drug addicts and drunks around, which caused them to shift to the more residential side of town. Granted that wasn't much better and much less easier to be stealing from, to back to downtown it was.
They'd managed to get their hands on a pastrami on rye, not the best but someone had been nice enough to hand it off with a soda as Enoch was hanging around outside a building. Appreciation and kindness went a long way, and Enoch was content. |
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May 31, 2015 19:50:26 GMT
Post by Elsie Horowitz on May 31, 2015 19:50:26 GMT
"So how are you liking your sandwich?" The child would ask, looking up at the teenager as he ate with an innocent air. The moment her eyes had fallen upon him she had run her tongue over her lips. The little girl had decided that he was hers. He was going to be her next meal. With every bite into the sandwich she herself had handed him this boy was more or less signing away his life to her as far as Elsie was concerned. Watching as he chewed, the teeth gnashing the bread to bits, every swallowing movement of the neck.
She had originally approached the young man with the bagged sandwich and soda with a bright smile. "Hi~" She had sang, waving cutely in an awkward manner while holding the items as she skipped/hurried across the street. Almost seemingly tripping to a halt in her excitement she looked up, "I'm helping with my church's charity meal." Adorably pointing with one of her mary janed feet she motioned to the small grouping of people two blocks down with shaky balance before plopping it back down next to her other foot. "I was wondering if you wanted one? They're not half bad I swear. Plus ... I kinda wanted to get away for a while. Old people are boring and my dads are arguing again." The nine year old had laughed while holding out the food to the young man. "It's freeeee~"
And so now here they were. Elsie had told a half truth. A local church's group was in fact giving out sandwiches and beverages to the community from fold up tables and chairs. That is where she got the meal in the first place knowing that she wouldn't be the one eating it. The little girl would be leaning against the brick wall of the building they stood beside, her feet tapping to the off tune still playing in her head. "So," Elsie began, using her physical appearance to her advantage in allowing blunt questions, "Are you homeless? Reverend says we should help you when we can." |
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