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Post by Magda Sol on Aug 13, 2010 21:52:48 GMT -4
"Oh to think of myself in prison. It would not go well." Magda continued. "Prison orange is not my color."
How well the beast would do in prison went unstated. Escaping the torture chambers during the inquisition had been violent enough, given the population density of modern prisons it would be a bloodbath of epic proportions. Oh yes, prisons would most definitely need to be avoided. No one, well very few people, deserved to be ripped to pieces by a pissed of wolf creature. Granted prisons held a number of the people who fell into the 'very few' category, it wouldn't be worth it.
"Like I said, it was a long time ago. It's not holding me back from having relationships, I just prefer long term commitments." The woman explained. "This is rather hard to do what with the immortality and all. Most guys start to wonder why their girlfriend's aren't aging."
The few men she'd been with since she'd been cursed had mostly been in the know about what she was. It'd never worked out, always became awkward after a while. The guy would get older, and more wrinkly. She'd stay young and get paranoid about being in one place for years at a time. No matter how much they may have liked each other, time always ended things. One had attempted to discover a way to become immortal himself, Mags had left the next day. Immortality never came without a steep price.
"You wouldn't recognize the original name, and as far as I know it was never rebuilt. But I was born in what is now Portugal."
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Post by Alexander Blutmond on Sept 10, 2010 6:11:49 GMT -4
“Not to mention you’re way to pretty to be in the big house. Terrible place and it stinks to high hell, well back in the early 1900’s it did. Can’t imagine it changed all that much anyway. Though the conjugal visits weren’t too terrible.”
Alex was glad to see how much the cars had changed since then. Although dressing like a gangster, and not the pants around your knees type, but an actual suave gangster had probably been his favorite fashion era to go through. He couldn’t help but grin at the memory of getting his car run off the road and being arrested for several gallons of moonshine.
“Exactly why I don’t bother with long relationships, at most you stick with ‘em for a few years and then pack up and go. Although any guy crazy enough to care about why you never get old and wrinkly ought to have his head checked. Besides you, the only other immortals I’ve known were my brethren and vamps, and I don’t particularly find vamps to be my style.”
In truth he hadn’t seen any other immortals in decades, he’d begun to think he was the last of his kind. He drummed silently on the dashboard in front of him as he gazed out at the passing scenery. A deer bounding through the woods caught his attention and made him think back to his first hunt in his wolf form. Back when the village accepted him and he’d hunted animals and not humans. He grew out the claw of his right index finger and picked absentmindedly at a hang nail on his other hand.
“Portugal huh? Lovely country, haven’t been in a while. Mmm… I can taste the roasted ox now. I guess you seen quite a bit of the world by now right? Any place in particular you like to go to get away from it all? Not that I don’t care for the modern age but there’s still a part that can never get tired of the old country and being out in the country. Any idea how much longer till we get some clothes and food?”
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Post by Magda Sol on Jan 17, 2011 23:15:44 GMT -4
"You've been in prison recently, why does this not surprise me." Magda's humor was evident in her tone. If Alec had been arrested during that era, without anyone catching onto his immortality it had probably been for either soliciting a prostitute or something involving moonshine. Most likely the latter considering the man's charm. He was the sort that women either wanted the sleep with or slap. Or stab, in her case.
"What can I say, I'm old fashioned." She responded when he suggested less serious relationships. It was partially true, the woman in her dearly longed for the days when life had been normal. A stable relationship had been a major part of her human life. "And vampires? They tend not to stay too immortal around me."
Magda turned her attention back to the road as she maneuvered the car unto the main road. The store was only a few miles away now, five minutes maybe. The restaurant was located in a town another forty-five minutes down the road. The early hour and general low population density of the area meant that there would be little traffic to deal with along the way.
"Eastern Russia is nice when you want to be alone, but strange Portuguese woman tends to draw suspicion from superstitious locals. I'm not a fan of torches and pitchforks. Don't know, maybe its changed in the last two hundred years. Northern Canada was good, light show is worth the trip. Snow gets old after a while though. I miss the Mediterranean."
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