Factions, Families, Clans, and Empires
Bridget is tall and lanky. She has short white hair and red eyes, which are a result of being bitten by a particular strain of vampire. She no longer recalls what she looked like originally, although she assumes that it was infinitely less cool. Bridget always dresses well, although she prefers gentleman clothes to dresses. She also prefers earthy colors, such as brown, red and green.
Bridget is well-mannered. She tends to be very calm. She is somewhat detached, as she does not become close to people easily. However, Bridget is not anti-social. Far from it. She is very curious about people and she enjoys talking to people immensely. She's the sort of person you want to discuss books with on a patio on a hot summer day while drinking lemonade.
Bridget is not a fighter. She might throw a book at you, though.
Bridget does not have a very good memory, but she vaguely recalls being a wide-eyed heiress when a dashing and debonair vampire rake bit her. Bridget holds no hard feelings, however. She's glad to be immortal, because it gives her more time to read books. Bridget has made it her personal goal to read every book ever written. Therefore, you are most likely to find her sitting in a crowded place with her nose in a book, completely oblivious to any and all chaos around her.
The only thing bad about being a vampire is that she has to seduce people and drink their blood, which sometimes kills them. Bridget prefers wide-eyed young women. She is somewhat of a rake.
Bridget took a seat on a barstool next to Snag. He had apparently just entered, as had she. She ordered a drink and surveyed the scene, a book under the crook of her arm. "Apparently we're killing children?" she said conversationally to Snag. "I'm not really sure." She felt a rush of disappointment as the green disappeared from the room. Green was one of her favorite colors. ((Sorry, still getting a hang of the chat.))
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Bridget Bennett enters the bar with a book under her arm. She takes a seat on a bar stool and orders a drink. Then she sits back and looks around, taking the bar in.
Bridget had not been to a nightclub in a long time, but she found that she was thirsty. She was wearing a dress, which was quite unlike her, as she had found that this made her more successful in clubs. She glanced around, scoping out the young blood, passing on the first girl that she saw. Too skinny.
Bridget started. How rude. Young people these days. No sense of manners. Bridget probably should have taken the cue to leave, especially because her thirst was leaving her fatigued and she was in mood for rude young people. Still, something about the girl irked her too much. "Hello," said Bridget, stepping over and inserting herself into the conversation. "I really enjoyed your music," she said to DJ Talon.
It didn't look like there was anyone else in the club that would make good prey, so why not? She might have a shot with DJ Talon, but something gave of the vibe that he was like her - a predator. Also, she wasn't into guys. "That would be very kind," she said, following both Tate and DJ Talon to the bar. "I'm not much of a drinker, I'm afraid." Of alcohol, anyway. "So I'll just have a rum and coke, if you don't mind."
Bridget took the rum and coke from the waiter with a pleasant smile and a nod. "Thank you," she said, sitting on the couch, albeit on the opposite side from Tate. She sipped at her rum and coke and observed the decadent room. A little flashy, but still to her tastes. She watched with an amused smile as DJ Talon took off his helmet. She recognized the power that flashed in his eye - necromancy. So that was why he smelled like a predator, and not prey. A vampire, ghost, and necromancer walk into a shady bar... "My name is Bridget," said Bridget, sipping again at her drink. "It's nice to meet you. Thank you for bringing us to the VIP. You have a fine establishment here."
"My name is Bridget," said Bridget. "Full name, Bridget Bennett." She had balked noticeably when he had suggested that the demons were almost on equal rank with vampires; Bridget generally wasn't that attached to her status as a vamp, although she did subscribe to the notion of general superiority. Still, it wouldn't have been polite to say so. "I was wondering why there were so many demons running around lately," she said, in a way that suggested her unfavorable opinion of the run of the mill demon. "What's Satan like? I've always wanted to meet the fellow."
"To meet Satan? Sure." Bridget finished her drink in a quick swig. "I'm curious as to what he think I will want most." A drink. "Seems better than going to a therapist, at any rate." Bridget probably shouldn't have been accepting strange offers from strange necromancers in strange nightclubs, but it was a mark of her arrogance and assurance (and to some small extent her competency) that she did not hesitate at all.
Bridget hurried away from the wall, which closed suddenly behind them. This was all happening a bit faster than she was comfortable with,but it was also making for an interesting evening. A lot better than staying home with all her books. "I'm pretty attentive. And I don't insult homes when I'm the guest. And I certainly hope that, after a few hundred years, I have a decent intelligence." I'm certainly well-read. She followed him down the staircase as she talked, trying to ignore the light feeling in her head. God, I really need a drink.
Bridget ran her fingers through her hair and took a breath. The walk down here had been grueling, and in her weak state, she found herself exhausted. She followed his gaze to the wall, wondering what he was looking for and waiting for. For the first time, she began to feel a little bit nervous, although not because she perceived that she was in any danger. On the contrary - she wanted to make a good first impression on Satan. She resisted the urge to take a seat on the ground, determining that it would be uncouth. "So, how long have you been running your club?" she asked, in an effort to make conversation.
She watched him focus his power, a little curious as to how it all worked. He seemed like an interesting fellow, with his strange suit and his claws and his powers of necromancy. "You take a train to hell? Oh, the things I didn't know." You can read all the books in the world, and still not know so many things.
"Wow," said Bridget, breathlessly. The underground train was even more amazing than the VIP room, if that was possible. She stepped inside and took a seat. The people in the train were just so...so...interesting. Bridget may have been prejudiced against demons in general, but she couldn't deny that they were interesting. "If it was your idea, then it was certainly a brilliant one. I don't find it likely that I will be dying anytime soon, so a train is much more comfortable." She smiled at him.
Bridget was impressed. And she was thankful for the Vodka Bloodtini. She immediately felt refreshed, and the only thing that kept her from downing it in one go was a sense of propriety. "You're quite a talented man, then," she said, continuing to take in the train car. She noticed a young, pretty girl looking at her; she returned the gaze and smiled. Bridget liked young, pretty girls. Perhaps my thirst will be sated in two different ways tonight... "This drink is excellent. I wish you could find these in normal bars. It would make my life a lot easier."
"Um..." Bridget watched him take out his gun. She felt a little awkward suddenly, because she didn't have a weapon, and it seemed like either one of two things was about to happen: 1) Either he used his weapon on her, or 2) He used his weapon on someone else in the car. Both situations were bad, because both situations created a situation where she would have to defend herself. Currently, she had no means of doing so. Oh, she wasn't horrible in a brawl, and she had all the perks of being a vampire - super speed, heightened strength, stuff like that. It didn't really mean squat in a train car full of demons. "What are you doing -" began Bridget.
Bridget still didn't understand why he had to take out his gun all of a sudden, but she followed him without complaint. She followed him back to the blood farms. She had heard tale of such farms before, but she had never seen them in person. Her reaction was mixed. On one hand, the sight was unseemly and gruesome and Bridget was not a fan of unseemly or gruesome things. She drank blood, true. She killed, true. But she did it a very elegant way - a seduction, nice conversation, a pretty neck, and then she bit almost daintily into the person's veins. Some vampires were messy eaters, but not Bridget. Still, that didn't mean she was necessarily horrified by the blood farm, either - Bridget was a vampire, not a human, and she felt strongly that humans were not food. She felt no sympathy for the humans that hung there. "Would there be any way to purchase some blood to bring back with me?" she asked Jules.
*felt strongly that humans were food
Bridget was starting to feel a bit annoyed at the fact that he kept ordering for her, which she found condescending. At the same time, he did know the train a lot better than her, and she was his guest. Also, he was ordering blood, so it was not like he got the order wrong. She perked up when the waiter brought her the Grade double A pureblood, again resisting the urge to gulp it down in a most rude manner. "I usually have fresh blood, true," she said. "It's a great high, but it's such a pain to constantly find it by yourself. I don't know what shy vampires do, to be honest. But enough about me. Your order sounds interesting. I've never had hellhound," she said, sipping at her blood drink. "Although I've heard that it's good." Bridget might be a vampire, but that didn't mean she didn't occasionally appreciate the taste of savory food. She shivered. "Strange." She chuckled. "I would have thought that Hell would be warm, but there's actually a bit of a chill down here, don't you think?"
Bridget gripped a human leather cord as it descended from the ceiling. She found herself only half-listening to Jules, as she was enraptured by the scenery. When she had been human, Bridget probably would have found the scenery to be gruesome, but nowadays it appealed to some darker aesthetic that she'd only developed after becoming a vampire. In particular, Bridget was fascinated by the beautiful black pyramid. "Wow, amazing," she breathed. "I hadn't realized that Hell would be so...so beautiful. I wish I had my camera with me."
((I see the problem. Somehow I ended up in a different room?)) "Wow." Bridget stared in fascination at teh different circles, her favorite circle most definitely being the Circle of the Lustful. I suppose that's what I have to look forward to if I somehow die, thought Bridget to herself, half-sarcastically. Lust was definitely her biggest sin. "The Cocytus?" she asked Jules. "What is that? Is that where Satan is?" Bridget felt uncomfortable asking so much questions, as being a generally well-read person, she was not typically in the habit of having inferior knowledge on a subject. However, most books about Hell only discussed how to summon and contract a demon, so her actual knowledge of the place was minute. "This city is truly beautiful," she said, more to herself. I would love to live here. Perhaps I should ask Satan about it...
Bridget accepted the pendant with a nod and smile, clasping it around her neck. The necklace was very pretty, a well appreciated gift. "You don't have to tell me twice," she said to Jules. "I'm no fan of the cold - and that certainly looks cold." Despite the fact that it looked cold, it also looked beautiful, with the bluish color and the souls as decoration. She cocked her head at Jules, who she noticed suddenly seemed to be a bit anxious. Strange, when meeting your business partner. "Is he really that bad? I know he's Satan and everything, but he was nice enough to help you with your nightclub, correct? Why, do you think there is any risk that he may try to harm me? I mean him no ill will."
Bridget recoiled instantly at the massive infernal centipede. "Ew," she screeched, looking at the massive infernal centipede that had been their train. "We were riding that?! How...how...unseemly." Bridget was not much of a girly-girl most of the time, except when it came to bugs and mice. She hadn't been much of a fan of the gerulons either, to be completely honest. She tapped her pendant and received the magic shimmer. "Well, hopefully he'll like me," she said, feeling a little unconvinced of that fact. "Should I have a brought a gift, I wonder?
Bridget was starting to get dizzy, following Jules. There didn't seem to be any rhyme or reason to the directions that he went in, and she would have worried that he was lost, were he not so sure in his footing. She also didn't appreciate the condescending tone of his words, which did not bade well for Satan. "I'm not much of a fan of condescending people. But given that it's Satan, I think I can keep my mouth shut if he's rude to me. Um...do you know where you're going?"