14589/a lull before the the Blood Storm...panel..

a lull before the the Blood Storm...panel..
Date of Scene:	01 November 2022
Location:	Abandoned Warehouse, West Side, Burnley
Synopsis:	Thomas and Faithe take a break from Splattercon	! and discuss stratagies, monsters and their relationship.
Cast of Characters:	Thomas Raith, Faith Lehane

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Thomas Raith has posed:
After about four hours of walking around the convention hall floor, it was well past dinner timne, so Thomas sent Faith a quick text "Gng 2 rm 4 rm-sevice. U2?" Yes, Thomas texts like an over caffeinated teenaged girl. But after asking his current partner to join him for room service he laid on the bed to consider siutations. He had seen Mads, though only from a distance. The man would be speaking however at the Panel for his upcomming slasher movie Blood Storm. Thus far he hadn't seen any other genuine evil...though there had been plenty of knock offs, and he'd bought Harry not one but two t-shirts... "One that read I'm with stupid" with an arrow pointing up, and another that read "I'm with stupid" with an arrow pointing down.

Faith Lehane has posed:
Faith Lehane had wandered around the convention with the White Court Vampire for a bit, although she had occasionally broken off to check out stuff on her own - like those vamps which she could have sworn were real vamps, but who ended up to just be really really good at emulating the real thing.

She had grown bored and resorted to watching a bunch of horror movies while trying to find Thomas, but of course there was very little that could scare her and she ended up returning to the hotel room, feeling just a bit overly peckish. Of course Thomas had offered to pay for a room and it sure beat the crappy cheap motels she jumped from normally.

She arrives a little while later, looking a bit winded from all the walking around on an empty stomach, and thankfully she has the key so she just lets herself in, peering around, whistling. "Well, this sure beats the Unsavory Lodge." she rolls her eyes and sighs tiredly, flopping on the bed next to him.

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith chuckles "I've never been one for sleezy hotel rooms, that was always more Madiline's schtick." he says casually offering her over the room service menu. "I'm getting the steak, but order whatever you like. I'm sending the bill to my sister anyway." He says casualyy. It's worth noting that while he /has/ removed the hat he's still wearing the magic duster. Never can be too safe, or paranoid.

Faith Lehane has posed:
Faith Lehane smirks, folding her arms behind her head as she stares up at the ceiling, which actually doesn't have bullet holes or cockroaches climbing out of it. "Lucky you, I never had enough money to afford any better. I could get used to this though.."

She peers at the menu, licking her lips, seriously, she's never had anything this fancy normally, and she may as well milk him for all he's worth. "Well gee, your sis must be pretty rich. I mean if she's anything like you, probably got a killer bod, put all those other girls to shame in that sorta industry, am I right?"

She hands the menu back and smirks, "I could go for a steak too, well done. And a glass of dry white wine, don't think I've ever tried anything so fancy or expensive before. Guess I lucked out sticking with you, huh?" she grins and winks wickedly at him.

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith grins a little bit and takes up the phone. "YTes we'd like two steak dinners delivered to room 2285 please. One well done with a baked potato, chives, sour cream and roasted Aspeagass, the other the same but the steak should be rare enough that a good vet might rush in and yell 'Stand back I can save this patient. We will also need a bottle of Sauvignon Blanc. Do you have the LaCroix '98? Yes the whole bottle. Thank you." He smirks hanging up the phone then flopping on the bed beside Faith. "Lara? Yeah, she's pretty famous in those circles. Hse's demanded upwards of $8000 for a single scene before." He doesnt seem at all put off about discussing his half sister's carear in porn, though when sex is part of your survival it does loose a meassure of taboo."

Faith Lehane has posed:
Faith Lehane arches a surprised brow at Thomas as he orders raw food pretty much, making a face. "Geez, is this like, a vampire thing then? I mean, do you even need to eat food to begin with, and then do you just like to toy with your food like you're a wild animal or what?" she smirks, wrinkling her nose, "I should have known, you might come wrapped in a pretty package but you're still a wild animal, am I right?"

She smirks, rolling to her side to watch him with a thoughtful look in her eyes. "Geez, $8000 per scene huh, that's impressive. Wonder when I get to meet her. I mean, pretty disgusting that she's willing to sell her body like that, but with money like that, it's almost too tempting.."

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith laughs pleasantly. He does have a very nice laugh as well. Charming and seductive as the rest of the package. "For what it is worth, Lara would agree with you. I just like the taste of meat more then the taste of char." He says with a bit of a laugh. "Otherwise I am mostly human in all respects. I eat, I drink. Prick me and I bleed, tickle me and I laugh. Wrong me and I will screw your mom." He says with a smirk." As she mentions selling her body for money he chuckles. "Spoken like someone who has definitely never been on the set of a porn studio. Porn sex is sexier then real sex, but Porn sex isn't anything close to fun at the time.

Faith Lehane has posed:
Faith Lehane rolls her eyes. "Right, right...Like I'm gonna buy that, or anyone else. I mean, look at you, you're just oozing sex appeal, way more than your normal human male. You're a little too sexy, a little too easy on the eyes. Honestly it's a bit creepy y'know?" she smirks, leaning forward to caress his cheek playfully as she speaks, "But hey, at least you're not some hideous blood sucking monster, dunno how Buffy can always get attracted to you monsters.."

She shrugs, "Oh, I've been to some dark places, but I don't like losing control, or putting my body on display for some slime's entertainment or amusement. I mean, sticking a camera in someone's face while they're doing something so intimate and private..Ew.." she shudders at the thought.

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith nods and kisses the fingers playfully, gently. Giving her finger tip a playful nip and shrugging. "Lara has the opposete view. She sees it as empoyering. But I actually agree with you to a large degree. It's why I sold her and my other sister's my shares in the company and founded the Blue Lady." He shrugs, "But I suppose that's not that much better when you think about it."

Faith Lehane has posed:
Faith Lehane scowls a bit, either at the playful nipping, or the views of his rather twisted sister. "Your sister sounds like a really...Disturbing lady. I guess her morals are even lower than mine, fancy that." she laughs, but doesn't pull away, sliding her fingers along his lips thoughtfully. "Yeah, I guess starting up a nightclub is a better way to do it. I'll bet you get to meet a lot of hot babes there, while still maintaining your dignity. Of course you'd never catch me caught dead in one of those Cigar Girl outfits but hey, not too shabby." she sighs, "I just wish business would pick up at Angel Investigations..But with all the superheroes around, sometimes it's tricky. Still, a free room at an old, haunted hotel is always nice."

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith shrugs a little bit and props himself up on his elbow smiling. "Not a cigar girl, but you could have Buffy's old job as floor security." he says casually. "Pay is pretty good, comes with food and booze, and it's not like you don't spend most nights at my place anyway. I'm not asking you to move in or anything, but just making the suggestion." He sighs and shrugs. "In it's own way, maybe it's worse though isn't it? I mean with Lara, they know going in what they are getting themselves into. A woman showing up for her Bridal shower likely isn't thinking I'm going to cheat on my fiancee the day before my wedding when she first comes to the Lady.

Faith Lehane has posed:
Faith Lehane laughs at that, shaking her head as she keeps a hand near his face, caressing his cheek..Although that gentle touch suddenly becomes rough, grabbing his hair, pulling his face in close to her's. "Listen here, I dont *need* your charity or whatever, and I'm definitely NOT your girlfriend. I come and go as I please. I make my own way in life. Dont need no rich pretty boy to provide for me or shelter me or whatever. Don't ever forget that. I ain't your girlfriend, I'm not soft like Buffy either!"

She lets go again, drawing a deep breath, propping herself up so she's semi-erect sitting on the bed. "You really are a sleaze aren't you, deceptive, cunning, fooling people into a sense of reassurance..All tiedu p in a nice little package.."

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith answers her the best way he can. He grabs her hair and pulls her face back towards him and kisses her /hard/. Deep powerful kiss designed to make the Slayer's toes curl. And when he pulls away he grins wickedly at her from less then a few inches away, "Oh I would never have it any other way."

Faith Lehane has posed:
Faith Lehane gasps a bit as he pulls her in for that kiss, swearing, snarling, fighting against it at first, but...But maybe she just wants this as much as he does, maybe there's a part of her that wants his company, his attention, on her. She sighs softly, wrapping her arms around his neck, practically climbing into his lap as she presses a deeper kiss against his lips. "Mmm, two can play this game you know.." she purrs, nibbling on his ear.

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith grins wickedly, his eyes turning a brighter, lighter shade of Blue. "It's been my experience that two is actually the best way to play this game... Though three can be fun too." He says teasingly as the crtain falls and the stage fades to black.

Faith Lehane has posed:
Faith Lehane smirks and shrugs, "Hey, I'm not picky, like I said, I'm not stupid enough to let feelings get in the way..As far as I'm concerned, you're just a walking talking drug to me. With fewer consequences." she laughs, stroking his face, maybe a bit more tenderly this time although she'd never admit to that, "Come on, don't tell me you don't enjoy it, more than just a 'snack'." She smirks, playing with the buttons on his shirt.