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Post by Kyle Summers on Aug 6, 2009 16:45:46 GMT -5
Okay, so here Kyle was looking through rack after rack for something, anything that caught his eye. He needed, well, wanted, a new pair of jeans and some form of shirt. The problem, that so far he had been looking for twenty minutes and he couldn't find anything that he liked the look of. There was a pair of black jeans that had potential...but there was just something about them that said NO.He sighed and trudged over to another rack. This way why he hated clothes shopping, sometimes, it took so darn long. (OOC - Sorry for the crappy opening post, but it serves its purpose )
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Post by Alcide Herveaux on Aug 9, 2009 23:58:40 GMT -5
(If it's okay, this thread would take place a day after "Life in Color", I'll edit my post as I need to once Kimberly posts more in Life in Color... just as a timeline note.)
Alcide Herveaux had many things on his mind. He had the regular: business and Debbie Pelt. But there was also something else plaguing him. The beautiful, youthful blonde named Kimberly. He didn't even know her last name. But it didn't matter. Most of the time, Alcide was used to getting what he wanted, and he'd get her last name out of her, where she lived... and maybe, just maybe, what she actually was.
Until than, he was left in the shadows, only extremely curious. If Debbie only knew his thoughts, and thank God she wasn't a telepath--like any existed anyway, it would mean complete trouble. Both for himself and for Kimberly. She was so jealous, even though the two hardly held a steady relationship.
It didn't matter right now. The only thing that mattered was that both of the women were strongly on his mind. Even Jared Barter's bad antics were just a distant memory, though only a day had passed.
Now, he was tasked with finding out what she was. Alcide tried to convince himself that it wasn't JUST for his own curiosity, but also for the pack. Packmaster Flood would enjoy this knowledge. He was a very intelligent, hardened man, he probably already knew what she was anyway.
Alcide made his way back down the highway and because of the woman he met at the bar, he found himself steering his Dodge Ram off the highway and to the old dive of a town. The only reason he was there was because of the mysterious Kimberly, whose smell was not only divine but very exotic with a hint of power.
It was intoxicating to the black werewolf.
He needed to--no, no, he wanted to see her again.
Soon, the lone wolf convinced himself that he needed to think about Debbie here. She was angry. She was perhaps the love of his life, if at least not the obsession of his life. He couldn't find a word for what Debbie was. But she was definitely something he couldn't release. And because Alcide had angered her for being late to their trouncing in the woods together, he had to make it up to her in the only way he knew how: gifts.
First, he stopped at a local vendor selling swamp flowers and got her a bundle. But that wasn't enough. Nothing was ever enough for Debbie Pelt. He got directions to the local mall and happened inside, where a mall attendant pointed him to a run of the mill clothing store for fashionable people.
The funny thing was, Alcide Herveaux was dressed in a blue and black plaid tattered vest that had last been seen in a 1990's edition of a Cabela's monthly magazine paired with destroyed denim jeans. And mind you, the denim got destroyed by his own hard work, rather than fashion. To top it off, a dimmed Rolex sat timidly on his left wrist and a pair of black steel toed boots protected his toes. The boots looked like the newest thing he owned.
He was like a queer eye for the straight guy man stuck in a Fleet Farm.
A young girl, about seventeen, approached Alcide from the side with spunk in her voice. She asked if he needed any help, and Alcide obliged, not wanting to be rude. The girl led him over to a stack of clothes, blabbing away about different sales. Sales were the last thing on his mind, he just wanted to get Debbie something nice. That she'd like.
And this girl wasn't helping.
She had brought him over to section of clothes that consisted of tube tops and leather pants. Ouch. Alcide might not have had a fashion bone in his body, but at least he knew enough to know he wanted his woman to look good and sexy, not trashy and tacky.
The girl asked once more if he needed any more help and Alcide murmured a negative response to her, thanking her in a gentleman way.
Once she excused herself, Alcide emphatically rolled his eyes. He stared at the clothes momentarily before shifting his gaze about. Only a few feet away, he spotted a fashionable young lad wearing nice clothes. Perhaps this guy could give him some pointers on fashion for Debbie, in fact, if Debbie was a man, he'd appreciate her dressing like the young man.
Throwing himself into the wind, Alcide turned and spoke to him, "hey, you know much about what good-dressing women wear?"
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Post by Kyle Summers on Aug 10, 2009 4:43:24 GMT -5
Kyle had noticed the new customer come in, had heard the sales clerk fussin over him and just had to be nosey. It must be a genetic thing, because his grandmother was like that too. He peered over the racks of clothes and saw a very big, very handsome out of towner. Definatly out of towner or Kyle would have noticed him by now, that's for sure! Probably straight though, they always are. But still good to look at. Poor man seemed to be a bit lost, though Kyle didn't know why. His human hearing couldn't possible hear what the clerk and the new guy were saying, so he went back to his own browsing.
Not two minutes later, after Kyle had managed to find a shirt that had some potential. Red and black/grey checkered. Kinda nice, though he would look like Clark Kent while wearing it, but that wasn't so bad. That was when a new voice seemed to be calling for him and he looked over, to see the new guy had been the one to approach him.
"Ahm, well, it depends on what she likes to wear. 'Well-dressed' can mean different things to different people." He answered, not intentionally dodging the question, but he couldn't help the man unless he knew what this woman's usual style was. Upon closer inspection he noticed that the man was taller than he had looked before. A quality that just made him more...magnetic? In a primal way.
(OOC - Had to get in something about animal magnetism lol)
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Post by Alcide Herveaux on Aug 10, 2009 19:11:54 GMT -5
Alcide shifted the weight of his hands from his sides to his hips. He stared upward for a second before deciding what to tell him. It hadn't occurred to him that maybe what he thought was beautiful wasn't beautiful to someone else. Take Debbie's haircut for example... If only he could say "yeah, something that a woman who likes sucking my energy dry but isn't a vampire would wear. How about a shapeshifting succubus."
No, that was horrible to think. Again, Alcide was in denial of what his mind knew was right. Debbie was awful, but she sure had a strong, insatiable grip on his big wolf heart. He should be ashamed of himself for thinking such a thing.
Instead of mentioning Debbie being a succubus, Alcide instead said, "well, I guess a woman that likes to dress real nice like the movie stars do, you know?"
Hopefully, that would narrow it down, as he didn't really know how to describe it. As he was waiting for a response, Alcide took a deep breath in and out. In that nasally whiff, an alarm went off in his head. That smell from the boy. It smelled very familiar. Just like Kimberly, exotic, other-worldly, and strange with more manliness rather than Kimberly's feminine juicy, syrupy scent.
Suddenly, he was more interested in this kid than he was before. He was now perhaps a link to Kimberly rather than just some slack fashion advice. Without looking more curious, Alcide casually glanced at the blond man. How would one ever facilitate asking a supe what he was without sounding rude? He didn't exactly know, but he'd put his conversational abilities to the test and slowly ease into the topic of the supernatural.
Whether or not the boy would tell Alcide, he had no idea. He wasn't like vampires where he'd glamour the youngun into telling him. No, he was far too better than vampires to do such a bad thing to others.
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Post by Kyle Summers on Aug 12, 2009 11:31:47 GMT -5
Kyle nodded absently as he attempted to think up any sautorial ideas that this good-dressing woman would like. Most movie stars dressed in form fitting dresses and expensive shoes, right? So why not start there. however, while he was lost in though he did not notice the man's hard inhalation, animalistic inhalation. "Well..." He started contemplatively. "What about a nice, long black, or purple, cocktail dress? Would she like something like that?"
It felt kind of weird helping this man, gorgeous man, pick out something for his girlfriend, presumably. Being gay he had never had a girlfriend that he had to do this stuff for, so he probably wasn't the best person to ask. But he did watch a lot of television, so maybe he could be of some help to this guy.
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Post by Anoushka bint Amir on Aug 12, 2009 12:38:48 GMT -5
The old fashions of yore were quickly becoming more and more ancient as the hours passed for Anouk. Still sporting long, flowy dresses of plum and crimson, she filed through the clothing racks for something more modern. She didn't know her size in pants, dress or shirt, so she grabbed a handful of interesting clothing and decided to take them back to the dressing room. A pair of skinny jeans 2 sizes too small, a pair just right, a few tunics, a couple long, form fitting t-shirts in darker hues of common colors and some flats. Anouk despised wearing all black like many vampires, goth-babies and fangbangers, opting for something more classy and stylish. She slipped on one pair of jeans, they barely buttoned up, of course, they were a size 4, Anouk guessed she was a 6 or so. Throwing those down, she put on another pair, perfect. Taking those off and putting them aside, the tried on a dozen or so shirts, finding a few she liked. Putting her old clothes back on, she took the one's she liked in arm and began to walk towards the checkout line, before spotting something. A dress. Not just any dress. A crimson, matte dress, it reminded her of 1954 Paris, when her and Maryam got together for absinthe in a bar they frequented in the 1800's. Of course, like all good things, it was guarded by two people. Men, of all, looking at dresses? Pshaw, unless they were shopping for a lover, they were probably cross dressers or the like. And human too. Well, one of them she sniffed out as human. The other was... well different. He smells feral and sweet, like dark chocolate. Walking over to the two, she tried to make her way over to the dress she had her big eyes on, before finally speaking out asking for a bit of advice.
"Hello, odd question but, do you think this dress would be good for a nightclub or a more sophisticated dinner? Sorry for the interruption." Anouk meekly said, giving a small smile, not letting her fangs come out when she smelled the two so close. She was getting rather famished and she would kill, literally, for a drink of blood. Not Tru Blood, but actual, human blood that coursed through the veins of some lesser being. But Tru Blood had to suffice, she'd head to the food court in a bit for a drink.
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Post by Alcide Herveaux on Aug 13, 2009 19:19:04 GMT -5
Alcide listened intently as the unidentified supe spoke about cocktail dresses. Well, that would be wonderful. Dresses for women couldn't be cheap and something that was expensive essentially meant winning back Debbie's heart. It was bad, but it was true. He nodded at the boy, looking at the dress before him.
"Yes, I think she would like that. She has expensive tastes, I bet you know how that one goes," Alcide let out a small laugh, not knowing that the young man he was speaking to was homosexual. His gaydar was never right, but his supernatural radar was spot on. In fact, he turned just as a vampire approached them. Obviously, being a werewolf, he didn't want to be ambushed by something like a vampire. He never did like the creatures for countless reasons.
Alcide did little to mask his distaste, the smile he had for the male vanished and formed a scowl. He removed his playful hands from his hips and set them to his side. He was just about in attack mode if the vampire woman tried anything. Vampires were hard to smell what emotions they were feeling. The vampiress could be two seconds away from slaughtering him and he wouldn't know any better. Whatever this boy supe was, he hoped that he was ready to fight as well.
"Hello, odd question but, do you think this dress would be good for a nightclub or a more sophisticated dinner? Sorry for the interruption."
Wow. That was unexpected. Alcide felt like he had been hit upside the head by a mental sledgehammer. A vampire asking about a dress? He tried not to form relations with vampires and didn't know much about them. He had expected they were all heathens in their own way. As much as he didn't want to reply, he forced himself to.
"I think that would be great for a dinner. However..." Alcide stopped in his tracks, would he tell the vampire that the dress was for his girlfriend? Or would he let her have it?
"Nevermind," Alcide nervously said to the vampire.
What was one elegant dress compared to the other? If it avoided a fight, than he had to swallow his words. A fight between a Were and a vampire in public would not be a good thing, especially with all the new-fangled high tech equipment everywhere. Something as simple as a cell phone could capture streaming images. And the moment a fight between a werewolf and a vamp escaped onto the internet, well, that meant shifters were outed. He wouldn't do that to his pack, or to shapeshifting kind for that matter.
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Post by Anoushka bint Amir on Aug 13, 2009 19:38:51 GMT -5
Anouk came into the conversation neutral, only sniffing out a human and something odd, but when she came closer to the older man, her keen sense of smell and life experience throughout the ages told her he was a Were. A feral, dirty were. As she saw his face turn to distaste, her nose was upturned and trying not to inhale his savage scent. But something was odd, he must've know she was a vampire, so why wasn't her snarking her, or going for her throat? Every other man-beast she's met had done that once they found out she wasn't one of them.
Odd.
Nevertheless, She smiled politely and reached out for the dress, grabing it firmly and snatching it up, throwing it over her arm along with some other clothes. And why did she find his scent so, pleasant before she got closer. All of this baffled Anouk as she gave another smile to the human next to him, something odd smelling about him too. Was she being followed by supes? Probably not, but years of experience tell her again not to trust people who weren't like her, as in vampires. Anouk decided to thank the two reluctantly.
"Well, thank you." Anouk swallowed hard, that smell, not disgusting like she wanted it to be, but again feral and sweet, like dark chocolate. Before she knew it, being around all this fragrant blood her fangs did the thing she wanted them to do last. Pop out. It was something she couldn't control when she was hungry around a rather delectable smelling human and were. Embaressed, shamed and angry, she quickly covered her mouth and stormed away, hoping they wouldn't follow with questions. As she looked up, security cameras caught her fangs, something she wasn't too fond of. Proof Anouk was indeed going mainstream and those without right knowing what she was. As she threw down the clothes on the counter, she handed the woman a 100 dollar bill and asked her to hurry. To leave this place as soon as possible was her goal.
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Post by Kyle Summers on Aug 14, 2009 4:57:19 GMT -5
"Well that was...interesting" For lack of a better word. He had ben surprised that another randomer had approached him, them, asking for more sartorial advice. Do I look gay? Thankfully the older, still nameless, man answered for him. He may be gay but that doesn't mean that he knows the ins and out of fashion. He gave the woman a smile when Alcide had answered her but his eyes bugged, a little, when her fangs descended. Wow, he hadn't been expecting that! She ran off before he got the chance to say anything, so he shrugged and turned back to the taller man. "Ahm, thanks for taking care of that...My knowledge of clothing is pretty limited"
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Post by Alcide Herveaux on Aug 15, 2009 19:42:16 GMT -5
Alcide thought the vampiress was attractive in a very across-time sort of way. However, he preferred his women breathing with a heart beat, for sure. Besides, he didn't like the idea of being with a woman that was stronger than himself. It would seriously be an ego hinderance.
Alcide watched as she grabbed the dress and her fangs slipped out. What did that mean? He had no idea. She sure seemed embarrassed by it. In his mind, he made a mental note to check wikipedia about what it meant when vampire's fangs slipped out for reasons other than pure anger. It was hard to continue a conversation after that, the awkwardness was hanging in the air like a warm blanket.
Thankfully, blondy spoke up.
"I'd say it was," Alcide shrugged and then listened to what Kyle said next, "hey man, I don't know anything, really. I was just telling her from experience. You looked like you are dressed well, I guess I never figured that nice dressing would only be for male styles, huh?"
The Herveaux sifted through the dresses, trying to remember Debbie's size in the back of his mind. He found a dress and pulled it up, holding it up, which was WAY up considering his frame. It was a dress of red, with black trim centered around various places, also a belt accentuated the middle.
"Do you think this would look good on a woman with a nice body and black hair?"
He absently asked it. What he really wanted to ask was about his nature. Though they had been interrupted by a vampiress and were having an awkward conversation about women's clothes, Kimberly was still high on his mind.
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Post by Kyle Summers on Aug 16, 2009 5:53:09 GMT -5
To be honest I just throw on stuff that looks good together, and good on me" Kyle laughed, only half joking. He did not have much of a fashion sense, he just wore stuff that looked good. So, logically, he would have next to no women's fashion knowledge, since he did not wear it.
The, still nameless, man went back to browsing, so Kyle did the same, seeing if there was anything else that he would purchase. It wasn't that this place wasn'ta nice store, just that the selection for men was obviously smaller than that for the women. "Hmmm" He hummed absently as he turned back towards the other man. "Well, to me it's a very nice dress. Yeah, it should go well with this girl." He gave a noncomital shrug. His advice wasn't golden, but there it was.
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Post by Alcide Herveaux on Aug 17, 2009 3:41:23 GMT -5
Kyle dressed in a way that Alcide liked to call 'city slicker', when really he had heard Debbie call guys like him 'metro' or something. Whatever it was, he didn't care. All he knew was that if he ever dressed like the young man, he would be mercilessly taunted not only by his pack but at the office too. It just didn't fit who he was, in essence.
He gave his opinion on the dress, which was fairly favorable. A favorable reaction to a women's dress from another man was okay by him. The dress would do. He just hoped it was enough to calm down Debbie's wraith, which he knew he would face. And he'd have to face it soon. Alcide pulled his wrist close to his face, where he checked his watch. It was getting late. He had to hurry. But he couldn't. One part of him wanted to just leave for Debbie and the other wanted to stay and chat and figure out just what this guy was.
It's now or never
"Say..." Alcide began.
There was a long pause before he spoke, quietly and with complete seriousness, "what are you?"
Alcide didn't know that he was homosexual, he just figured the question would mean exactly what it meant to Alcide: what kind of supe was he? Whether or not he would answer, Alcide had not a clue in the world. If some stranger, whose name he didn't know, suddenly asked the werewolf what he was, you'd be darn tooten he wouldn't tell him. It wasn't anybody's business. Trust was something not easily gained.
In the meantime, he brushed off the dress and straightened it out, waiting for Kyle's reaction.
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Post by Kyle Summers on Aug 17, 2009 16:51:50 GMT -5
Say...What are you? Kyle stiffened, slightly. It would be imperceptible to anyone that wasn't paying attention to him, probably obvious to Alcide. But it was an instinctual response to a question that hit close to home, and was a question he was being asked alot lately. By those that were not of the human persuasion...
"I am human by origin but...I am a witch. Quid pro quox, what are you?" He asked. Only fair that he got the same consideration in return, right?
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Post by Alcide Herveaux on Aug 17, 2009 19:06:41 GMT -5
Alcide watched as the words came out of his mouth "I am a witch". For a second, he was taken aback. A witch? Then that meant Kimberly was a witch. What did witches do? What were they known for?
Honestly, all he knew was from what he had briefly heard and what he had seen on television in second rate, b-movies and shows about witches. He didn't really know much more about the actual thing. He knew that some witches practiced a religion, there must have been many of those type, because they smelled like regular humans to him.
But this type of witch that had an uncanny smell... What was the difference?
Alcide didn't ask the brutally honest boy anymore. It wasn't his place to do that. He did however, require a response. Herveaux didn't want to tell him, but he didn't have much of a choice. If he could outright ask him, then why couldn't he ask Alcide what he was?
"I'm a werewolf," Alcide said pointedly.
He left it at that. He didn't need to know anymore. However, Alcide did want to catch his name before he had to dart.
"Hey... I'm not one to bother strangers that I just meet, but you are the first witch I've met. Well, that's not true. I did meet this beautiful woman at a bar, and she was a witch--like you. I would like to know more about witches sometime," Alcide stopped for a second and spoke again, "by the way, I don't think I caught your name, I'm Alcide Herveaux."
While Kyle told him whatever else, Alcide pulled something from his pocket. It was a small white business card with details about Herveaux and Son in the upper left corner. In the bottom left corner was Alcide's name, office number, and cell phone number. He intended to give it to his newfound information outlet, in hopes that he may talk to him again... about witches.
Honestly, the more he could learn about the way that Kimberly lived the better. It just suited his curiosity. Alcide gave the business card to Kyle while he talked.
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Post by Kyle Summers on Aug 18, 2009 8:42:01 GMT -5
Kyle's eyebrows instinctively raised. Werewolf! Cool! Bon Temps seemed to really be becoming a hot spot for the...supernatural community. Or is it communities? Judging by the movies werewolves and vampires didn't really see eye to eye, but was that true or was it just used so the directors had a reason to have all that fighting and maiming and gore?
Kyle nodded along with what ever else Alcide was saying, only taking in about half of it really. Alcide Herveaux "Oh, sorry. Kyle Summers" He said, coming bac to the present. The present were he was talking to one of his first werewolf! How cool is this! Oh, he was being offered a business car, very snazzy. He took it, glanced at it. Herveaux and Son, he had heard about them from around town, mainly from the men that worked in construction and stuff. So this guy was quite popular, and wealthy. Cool.
"Ahm, sure. Whenever you wanna talk I'll probably be free. Do you want my number or you want me to call you?"
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