Post by Alchemy Monday on Jun 7, 2011 0:19:57 GMT -8
Clickety-klack, click-clack, clickity-clack.
Alchemy's pointed nails danced nimbly over the surface of the keyboard like a troupe of Irish flamenco dancers. The staccato tempo slackened briefly while he lifted the mug placed beside the keyboard and raised it to his lips to take a languorous slurp of its contents then rose again with a flourish as he tapped out the finale over the Return key.
With their performance ended, he massaged his hands together and splayed the fingers together into a bone-popping outward fan. His body relaxed into a reclining position as the page began to load and the words 'Dames of Ravenblack City' scrolled prominently across the monitor.
His arrival to the website was heralded by the sites animated model, of a topless vampiress that held both grace and exaggerated proportions. She greeted him cordially and encouraged him towards the link labeled 'View the Viscous Voluptuous Vixens'. Alchemy paused to savor the temptation for a moment before giving into it willingly,
The page changed and began to fill with brightly colored .jpegs. The blurry photographs had just started to come into focus when the screen suddenly went dead with a 'bloop' and the lights of his subterranean apartment were suddenly plunged into an inky blackness.
Damn! It seemed that his ongoing feud with the PV&E electric company had escalated to a new level.
The darkness was broken by the flash of a lighter and a wavering flame that faded to a cherry glow as the vampire sat puffing an cigarette and silently cursing the bureaucratic blood suckers that had thwarted him from his prize. The shadowy corporation seemed unimpressed with his silent vitriol and the lights remained resolutely off.
Eventually, after a particularly cathartic brood, Alchemy grudgingly acquiesced to reality and began to light the various hurricane candles scattered around his abode.
It seemed that his old nemesis Money (or rather, the lack thereof) was responsible for this. He was sure of it! He sank into his easy chair with a resigned sigh and flipped open a newspaper to the classified section. It seemed that the time had come to battle his old nemesis once more.
One advertisement in particular caught his eye and he began to scheme.
Alchemy's pointed nails danced nimbly over the surface of the keyboard like a troupe of Irish flamenco dancers. The staccato tempo slackened briefly while he lifted the mug placed beside the keyboard and raised it to his lips to take a languorous slurp of its contents then rose again with a flourish as he tapped out the finale over the Return key.
With their performance ended, he massaged his hands together and splayed the fingers together into a bone-popping outward fan. His body relaxed into a reclining position as the page began to load and the words 'Dames of Ravenblack City' scrolled prominently across the monitor.
His arrival to the website was heralded by the sites animated model, of a topless vampiress that held both grace and exaggerated proportions. She greeted him cordially and encouraged him towards the link labeled 'View the Viscous Voluptuous Vixens'. Alchemy paused to savor the temptation for a moment before giving into it willingly,
The page changed and began to fill with brightly colored .jpegs. The blurry photographs had just started to come into focus when the screen suddenly went dead with a 'bloop' and the lights of his subterranean apartment were suddenly plunged into an inky blackness.
Damn! It seemed that his ongoing feud with the PV&E electric company had escalated to a new level.
The darkness was broken by the flash of a lighter and a wavering flame that faded to a cherry glow as the vampire sat puffing an cigarette and silently cursing the bureaucratic blood suckers that had thwarted him from his prize. The shadowy corporation seemed unimpressed with his silent vitriol and the lights remained resolutely off.
Eventually, after a particularly cathartic brood, Alchemy grudgingly acquiesced to reality and began to light the various hurricane candles scattered around his abode.
It seemed that his old nemesis Money (or rather, the lack thereof) was responsible for this. He was sure of it! He sank into his easy chair with a resigned sigh and flipped open a newspaper to the classified section. It seemed that the time had come to battle his old nemesis once more.
One advertisement in particular caught his eye and he began to scheme.
