Big New World [Ignacio]

[OCTAVIA NOREEN TCHAIKOVSKY]

OUTFIT

The last 5 years had been a whirlwind of confusion for the young vampire. Octavia had to leave her home and family behind in Russia, scared that she might hurt them or kill them if she lost control. Being only 17 at that time it had seemed liked the end of the world, she was still just a child in many ways. It was definitely a change in life style, one she was still trying to get used to. At least for a short time she had Anton and never felt a lone with him. He helped her learn how to be a vampire and how to control her cravings. For a while things were good, but it wouldn't stay that way. Finding herself alone and lost in a world that was still new to her, after Anton had left without explanation. 

That was a year ago and the young girl had tried her hardest to branch out and do things that scared her to death. It was hard making a new life and being so darn shy and scared of things to come. The friends she had managed to make made things a little easier for her. Yet she couldn't help and ponder what forever would like and in her mind it was a dreadful and lonely thing. To make friendships and to fall in love just to watch them grow old and die. You could say that is why she tried to surround herself with fellow vampires, immortal creatures that could not be taken away from her due to old age. Though as Anton had proved to her all ready it didn't mean they would leave her. You could say she had a bit of a abandonment issues and even trust issues that stemmed back long before she was ever turned. If it came down to it she could always change some one she loved into a vampire but the thought had sickened her as she remembered the pain she had gone through during her changed and did not want some one she loved to go through that.

Today was one of those days that she had forced herself to throw on some decent clothes and go out and mingle with actual people. Instead of staying home watching some old black and white movie by her lonesome. If she wasn't burying herself in work she was usually hiding away at home. After a while she had learned that this really wasn't helping that lonely feeling of hers. With it being a very overcast day, possibly even looking like a potential of rain she had figured it would be safe to venture out in the day time. Walking the streets, watching the people and snooping in on the occasional conversation.

Her journey lead her to a store that she attended often. It was a place that was just so very her. On the inside they had a coffee bar and a small stage, usually hosting local musicians, writers and other creative folk who wanted to share their talents. Today it was quiet peaceful with a very talented Pianist on stage playing some very old sounding music in which she was not familiar with. The lady playing was actually quite old and fragile looking yet her fingers were strong when each one hit a key on the piano. Octavia watched the old lady play as she waited for the coffee she had ordered. Not that the coffee did much for her but she felt like it was something that was needed to well fit in.

Octavia watched the old lady with curiosity, wondering what it was like to be that old. Was being a immortal vampire a gift? You would never die or get sick, heck you could hardly get injured. She could not help but ponder these types of questions. Being old and fragile seamed like a scary thought to her. After she was handed her coffee she headed to the back, where their were bookshelves filled with all kinds of books for sale. Old, new, best sellers, horror, fantasy, self help....they had quite the selection. That's why she loved this place. It catered to so many of her interests... Coffee, Artistic entertainment, and books. She felt as if she could not go wrong by being here. Granted the coffee was something she enjoyed much more when she was a teenager.



@ignacio - I hope this is okay. Tavi  currently doesn't get out or go many places right now xD

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Ignacio's head bobbed softly to strains of the piano, eyes half-lidded as he basked in the music. The bubbly blonde woman across from him in a smart business suit seemed somewhat put off by his apparent inattention to her conversation. A pen rested idly between his fingers, tapping gently against the table top in time with the piano. He was dressed all in dark jeans and a dress shirt of black linen, comfortably rumpled. A walking stick of bone colored wood rested across his knees, the upper portion carved in heavy relief with a flock of birds. It was crowned by a smooth orb, as though the ravens flew beneath a full moon.

"Excuse me, Mr. Valzquez? I need you to sign here so I can submit the offer." His dark eyes found the middle aged blonde and he scrawled a signature where she indicated.

"Is that all?" His voice was polite but disinterested- he disliked the hoops required now to purchase land. The woman had assured him that he was the only offer on the plot of desert he had his eye on though. Hopefully it wouldn't take too long- he was impatient to see buildings go up and get horses moved in. When she assured him it was he stood, leaving her to trail off pleasantries at his back. He stepped outside the quaint little coffee shop, his eyes roving for something he recalled nearby. There. A small flower stand.

A few minutes later he returned to the shop, making a note of the sign as he hadn't when he first came. This was a place he could see himself coming back to. He slipped up to the piano with all the easy silence of a predator and set the single rose gentle on the piano top where the old woman could see it. She flashed a startled smile, her fingers never missing their notes and he gave a shallow bow and backed away. It wasn't his intention to interrupt, only to share his appreciation.

Then, walking stick in hand, he began a slow tour of the interesting little place. The end of the stick stayed just above the ground out of courtesy for the music that he could hear easily even as he passed back among bookshelves. His fingers refused to stay still though, tapping against the wood in time. At first he paid hardly any attention to the young, pale girl browsing the books- then he caught her scent. The nostrils of his proud, hooked nose flared and he turned his head to peer at her from his dark eyes. Well. How long had it been since he'd entertained his own kind?

"Hello." His voice was somewhat rough, and shadowed by old, impossible to place accents. "I do not mean to intrude but I believe we have something in common." He offered her a smile and one leathery hand. "I am Ignacio."

OCTAVIA NOREEN TCHAIKOVSKY