* - - CAN'T SEE THE SUN ANYMORE [TREY]

[victoria m. bludd]

victoria myranda bludd




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nitro. it was thee place to be on any weekend. it was thee place to go if you wanted to see many people trying to make children on the dance floor. and it was ultimately thee place you go to if you want to flirt with some hot bartenders. although, victoria bludd tried to sway away from the place, there were times where she went here just to enjoy herself. tonight though, was a night that she was going on a date. though, she could actually give two fucks about the guy, seeing how he was a prick and wasn't attractive one tiny bit, she still agreed. why? victoria was one crazy mother clucker. she really didn't need an "actual" reason to go on a date. she was single, free and could do whatever the hell she felt like to. or well, in this cause, whoever she wanted. popping her lips a little, the girl wandered towards nitro. giving off glares to those she really just felt like giving glares to. and the rest just got a look of 'did i tell you to look at me?'. not one smile was given to anyone. smiles from victoria would always be like getting snow on a summers day. completely impossible.

the fast movements she made around, passed and almost through people, showed she was no human. but victoria really didn't care. she was in no rush to get to this "date" of hers. no. she was more in a rush to stop walking about these people around her. it wasn't like she was on a street full of muggles. god no, she'd would have probably punched someone in their mouth just for smiling at her, by now. it was just that the street was far too crowded for her liking. it was something that victoria had seemed to hate for a while now. and she really never called it a "problem". and never diagnosed herself as "claustrophobic". to her, that was a muggle disease and it was a disgrace to be such a thing. moving her snake ring around her finger, she stopped at the front of nitro, trying to hide the frown on her face when she saw her "date" with someone else. there was no denying that her heart (or lack there of) broke a little. her fun night of going on a date for the first time in well, a while, just got punched in the gut by him. victoria was now going to be going to nitro alone. because she sure as hell wasn't planning on going home and sitting her ass on a couch for the remainder of the night. that was not even a possibility.

purposely shoving into her "date" and the girl she was with, she walked straight passed, looking over her shoulder just once and smirking at them. there was literally nothing that could bring her down. though she was a vampire and it was rumored they had no feelings, that was completely false. she had more feelings than your average person. try living the rest of eternity without someone by your side, besides your vampire family, and figure out how it feels. glancing up from her feet, victoria glared at the person standing in front of her. "i'm sorry little lady. i didn't mean to ram into you. i'll watch myself better next time." slowly, victoria narrowed her eyes at the man. trying to dry off her dress with her hand. "bitch please. you need to watch where you are going, and i expect you to pay to get this dress dry cleaned now, ass wipe." lightly, she slapped him on his cheek before swiftly walking passed him and making her way to the bar, sitting down in a chair, leaning back and examining the red liquor spot she now had on her chest. grumbling to herself she looked up to see if someone was behind the bar, which was a huge no. "fuck" she mumbled out before looking back down she started patting her dress again, not thinking to use magic. her mind was just too pissed right now to even think about such a thing. this night was going terribly wrong, terribly fast.

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tagged: trey aka shaylaaa<3
inspiration: a playlist and stuffff.
outfit: clickkk
word count: seven. oh. six.
side notes: sucks. i'm sorry. :\

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[destrey g. roux]

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"bitch please. you seriously couldn't figure out to use magic? what are you, a muggleborn?" referring back to her comment towards the guy, he used the 'bitch please' part of his comment to mock her. his tone of voice definitely hadn't been his own to start off with in order to take the mocking to a whole new level. trey wasn't afraid of what she would do to him. how hard could a girl hit? sure, some were butch but she didn't look like she had muscle on her. the last guy had to be a total pussy. a lot of them did attend to nitro every weekend to try and make it seem otherwise. he knew better though. working as a bartender, you learned a lot about the people who came, especially regulars. instead he was intrigued and curious about what his dark-haired girl was going to respond with. he wasn't a pussy, he would take it. he wanted it. smirking her way, he noticed that her attire for the bar hadn't been the best choice. her body was hidden under it and there were much more flattering choices she could have choose. his mother had worn off on him at a young age with clothes, both girls and boys. he had a keen sense of style and apparently this girl wasn't totally up to date on the best things to wear. eventually, if the night went somewhat as he intended it to go from his point, that intention including a dance, he would surely point it out to her. leaning against a half-wall that was right beside her, he moved his eyes around the dance floor, taking in the regular sight of the lights going back and forth, changing color and effect every so often. it really was a sight to see. the first time he had entered and taken it in he had been impressed and to this day, it still was pretty damn impressive what the lights men could pull off, having to change it daily to keep the effect alive. merely waiting now, he pursed his lips together and turned back her way offering no further comment at this point.

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