Priest Mausoleum, Graveyard, Sunday
Sep. 11th, 2011 09:11 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bitten_notshyVampires shouldn't be around in the daytime. But Jack Priest, dread vampire, had always lived -- or unlived -- to break the rules. (Besides, limiting the character to night scenes and interiors had gotten expensive. The writers had decided that a little indirect sunlight didn't count.)
He lounged in the entry to his luxurious crypt, smoking a forbidden cigarette he'd stolen from a corpse and relishing the fact he did not, technically, need to breathe to do it. He was wrapped in an indigo velvet dressing gown over his black leather pajama pants. Last night had left him with much to relish: frightening Nobody and then draining Ronan's poor, dim sister. And soon, so soon, he'd be out on the hunt again, an evil childe spreading chaos and death wherever he went.
He literally cackled to think of it.
[OOC: Open to anyone who tends to roam through graveyards. Mwah-ha-ha.]
He lounged in the entry to his luxurious crypt, smoking a forbidden cigarette he'd stolen from a corpse and relishing the fact he did not, technically, need to breathe to do it. He was wrapped in an indigo velvet dressing gown over his black leather pajama pants. Last night had left him with much to relish: frightening Nobody and then draining Ronan's poor, dim sister. And soon, so soon, he'd be out on the hunt again, an evil childe spreading chaos and death wherever he went.
He literally cackled to think of it.
[OOC: Open to anyone who tends to roam through graveyards. Mwah-ha-ha.]
