aterat | Intro Logs

Who; Ivy + Open to anyone
What; Arrival and wandering around. If you'd prefer bracket spam action, feel free to do that rather than prose!
Where; Heading to the buildings + Wandering around at night
When; 5/04 in the morning and night.
Warnings; None at the moment, will update if any come up
A. Arrival at the residential area and the Green building.

Ivy arrived in a bad mood. Due to that sour mood she headed straight to the residential area without even the slightest desire to look around. It was morning, way too early for a vampire, and she'd somehow just been abducted from one alternate dimension into another. What kind of shit luck was that? Her shoulders were hunched forward and her expression was dark as she walked with purpose to the area with the colored urban buildings.

"You have to be kidding me," she muttered as she looked up at each building. They looked like the type of city apartments Rachel had lived in before they'd moved in together. Which meant they were shared apartments. Shared apartments. At least in the last place she'd had her own place where she could try to avoid other people as much as she wanted to. This? This made it seem like avoiding people would be a lot more difficult.

After a few seconds more of just glaring at the building, as if that would somehow change what they looked like, she opened the door to the green building and went inside. She took a look around the common room and adjusted the blood red silk scarf around her neck as she sighed.

"A common room. Quaint..." she said with obvious irritation leaking into her voice. "B-10. Third floor then? These look so...small." Well, this was going to be an adjustment. A decidedly unpleasant adjustment.

B. Night and wandering around.

A little bit of sleep and the familiarity that night brought put Ivy in a slightly better mood. There were positives to this situation. So far from what she'd gathered on this place's network the place didn't seem quite as bleak as the underwater domes she'd just come from. They weren't underwater so it was a lot less claustrophobic. People seemed to know a lot more about who had brought them here and why. It even seemed like it might be possible to speak to some of the people in charge, which could lead to more information. It wasn't all bad. The living quarters were crap but at least she wasn't rooming with anyone. Try to focus on the positives, Ivy. That's what she kept telling herself over and over again. Maybe it'd actually convince her that this wasn't that bad.

The network could only tell her so much though. What she really needed to do was look around. Of course she waited until night to do that. Everything was easier (and more familiar) at night. She started with the market just as the sun was beginning to go down. Periodically as she walked through she stopped to write things down in a small notebook she'd brought with her. If anyone noticed her they might be able to pick up on the fact that she was sketching out a small map as well as taking note of any major businesses. They might also notice she was completely absorbed in her note taking. Which, unfortunately for anyone else walking around, meant she wasn't paying attention to people in the slightest. Maybe she's still a bit more tired and out of it than she thought...

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"That does sound more upfront." Though not without it's own problems. Then again, everything had it's own problems, didn't it? "We handle things more privately." And in much more underhand ways, but she left that part out. It was implied enough in her tone.

"I'm," she corrected with a shake of her head. Ivy was stubborn, there was no way around that. With that stubbornness came an intense desire to do everything alone. The closer you got to people the more problems came up. It was better to keep some sort of distance, wasn't it? At the very least it'd be safer for Harry. They'd only spoken on prior to their initial meeting and she'd nearly bitten him back in the other place. She didn't want that to happen again. "Why do you want to?"

He nodded. "Some do, usually in pretty bad ways." He frowned, sympathetic. He could tell from her statement she didn't agree with how her people handled things, and from what he knew of her, she wouldn't.

"Because I help people. It's what I do, and I'm starting to get the feeling I like your soul, and I'd really appreciate it sticking around."

"You shouldn't," she said with a shake of her head. "I'm dangerous, you've already seen that. Even..." she looked down and closed her eyes. When she spoke again her voice was quiet and she clearly struggled to admit this to him. "even without a nightmare I can't always control myself. Piscary made sure of that." Why was she telling him that? Was it some weird attempt to try to push him away? Probably.

Her admission made a muscle twitch in his jaw and he clenched his teeth. There were a lot of things that pissed him off, but bullies were at the top of the list. He didn't know much about Piscary or about how vampires managed themselves, but he knew something about human suffering and about pain, and he saw it in her expression.

"I don't know what happened to you," he began, his voice low, controlled, "but I know you're more than whatever it was, and I know I can take care of myself."

The laugh she let out was bitter and she moved closer to him, stretching her arms out in a sensual motion. "You're right, you don't know," her tone was strange, almost seductive in a way. "You don't know that either. I'm not. What it was shaped everything I am." Stop, Ivy. Stop yourself now. She repeated the words in her mind over and over as she reached for the large cross around her neck and blinked back tears that were stinging her eyes. In less than a second she spun around without a sound.

"I'm going to look around this place then get some sleep."

Harry wasn't sure what he'd said, but what he did know what he'd made a pretty girl cry. Sure, she was a pretty girl who could rip his throat out if she really wanted to but that didn't mean he hadn't stomped all over her feelings without even realizing what he was doing. He seemed to be pretty good at that if he really thought about it. He shook off that train of thought, though, and made a conscious effort not to go after her.

He'd done enough damage for one day.

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