Topic: Hope Comes to West End

Hope of Shin Tang

Date: 2006-03-17 10:10 EST
Being one of the numerous newcomers to Rhy Din, it was not long before Hope found herself drawn to the area just west of the busy hub where the popular Red Dragon Inn resided. It was this evening that she found her curiosity getting the better of her as she drifted toward the border of the Old City. There was something shapeless and delicious to her senses that cooed in her ear; lifted on the soft breeze that caressed her as the sun fell below the horizon in quiet defeat.

Hope began to sink into the sweet tingle that existed in her soul, existed in her form, dictated by what she was. The wicked tickle started on her tongue, moving quickly to the back of her throat. Next came her favorite part of every awakening...the tumbling sensation as her hunger raced from her throat to her stomach, there to rest in a nest of sultry rhythmic strides that egged on her long legs. Unlike most humans who are taken by a kindred, Hope actually didn't mind her altered state. In fact, she reveled in it; she looked upon it as an embellishment. She knew that she was stronger and faster than most people, but above that, she took pride in her strengthened senses. Trained in theater for a decade and a half before she was plunged into the so-called "half life" of a kindred, she appreciated her ability to see, hear and smell better. "All things to help aid the illusion," she was fond of saying. She leaned into her steps, reaching the area of the city known as the West End. There was something about the air here...something that singed her nostrils. As her stride carried her effortlessly through the neighborhood, she was nearly salivating on the smells and sounds of her surroundings. The pale tip of Hope's tongue slid forward on her bottom lip, newly painted with reddish stain, and tasted the air. She picked up the bittersweet aroma of sweat, adrenaline, and trouble. She stopped and watched a huddled couple cross the dirty street, sharing a dingy cloak to keep from the elements. From the muted giggles of the woman, and the way parts of the cloak poked and prodded, she knew that they were doing more than simply holding the fabric in place. Another lick on her lips, a taste of the air, garnered a new scent. She grinned darkly, then watched the couple hastily disappear into a back alley.

Hope indulged in a light chuckle as she kept moving deeper into the area, thinking to herself that she was bound to enjoy her new surroundings. Another lurch of the tingle deep down in her body reminded her she needed to feed...and perhaps find a bit of trouble as well. After all, she knew the West End was rank with trouble.

Hope of Shin Tang

Date: 2006-03-31 16:45 EST
It was not long before Hope found a hot spot in the quaint West End. Club Blue was practically screaming forth in the night as the pounding rhythms of the music were pushing past the club's elaborate front door.

A feline's smug grin hungrily engulfed her mouth. "Finally.....something that beckons promise." She had seen a few scattered adds in the Classifieds for the club; barkeeps, bouncers, and the like. She was a night owl, obviously, and with her longing to be back in the spotlight, she figured this place was perfect.

It had been some time since she'd been on a stage, much less a pole. A new experience...that was something she didn't often have. Of course it wasn't because she shied away from the edge. It was more because she had already done most everything she had ever set her heart on. That was her favorite part of the "after-life," having more time...so much more...to follow her dreams and try just about everything without fear of death. Kindred were the perfect beings in her eyes, even before she was taken, she had been mystified by them. Now, as one of them (for the last few centuries), she embraced her existence in the fullest sense.

"Yes, a dancer at the Blue...." Hope rather liked the sound of that.