Lost Souls

OK, an announcement:

To the best of my understanding, _lostsouls_ was suspended by Zillah, who no longer wishes to be involved in this RPG.

I felt that it was a shame for the RP to fold when it was just getting going, so after correspondence with Nothing, I have agreed (God help me!) to take over the running of Lost Souls RP. Apparently the password for the old journal disappeared along with Zillah, so I've created a new journal here:

http://www.livejournal.com/userinf…

Please would any existing members who still wish to play their characters join this community? We'll lose all the posts in the original Lost Souls journal, but seeing as most of it was on private journals, I don't think that's going to be too bad.

Sincere apologies if I'm treading on anyone's toes by posting this, I'm a little confused by the whole 'setting up a community' thing, but y'know - I'm nearly 400 years old, bear with me..!

And feel free to post comments on this entry - Just to let me know ya'll still alive undead!

~Christian

Step on you, Mol...? Why would anyone step on you? It certainly wouldn't be because you're playing leader all of a sudden...

Twig sneered, seeming oblivious to the fact that the sleeping Vampire couldn't hear him. Of course, he might be able to feel him concidering he'd just happen to step between curled legs, and... fall completely on top of the other. He laughed, loudly, nudging Molochai awake.

I want twinkies... so if you get bologna... I get twinkies.. and chocolate. Unless... you can think of something beeettteeer...

He grinned wolfishly.

Oblivious to what everyone else wants to do, Molochai tries to give commands.

We're gonna need as many bottles of wine as we can carry and someone's going to have to go and buy me one of those big boxes of devil dogs and a pound of bologna.

Youknow, for the walk to the club.

Someone pick a nice one.

I'm going to sleep, and Chrissy; if you step on me, I'll bite you.

and with that, thinking he is the extreme authority over things currently, Molochai curls behind the bar and drifts off into sweet, sweet sleep.

I am now in New Orleans, with Christian, and soon, hopefully, with Zillah and the other two soon. A fuckin' reunion!

I had taken to solitude since that night. Often I roamed the streets until the early morning, finding solace in my violence, taking more pleasure than ever in feeling my victim's soft skin tear and shred under my teeth. It was so easy to seduce them, to bat my eyelashes and reduce them to a quivering mess.

Tonight I had chosen to travel the streets of New Orleans. I walked, and waited for my victim to find me.

Mmm, such a new place and experience this is all to me. I'm sure I'll get accustomed to this crap soon enough.

I have invaded the world of LiveJournal to make a home for my family.