2219/Subway Train Going Anywhere

Subway Train Going Anywhere
Date of Scene:	29 August 2017
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Selene (Underworld), Slipstream

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Selene (Underworld) has posed:
Selene was onboard a subway train in Manhattan. It was about 8:45 at night and she was the only person in the car. She was standing in the very center of it and her light blue eyes were watching the lights outside the windows as they zipped past. The train car just zoomed through the tunnel while the tall woman dressed all-in-black stood there... in the center of the train car like an ominous odd person. A quiet beep sounded from her belt around her slim waist and she reached down to lift a smart phone up from a leather pounch on her hip, her pale blue eyes looked down at the screen and the text she'd just received.

Slipstream has posed:
Having been tucked away in another car by himself, Drake catches sight of Selene through one of the windows down the hallway. After a few minutes of listening to the music through his phone and bobbing his head along time with it, he heads into her cab after giving one of the doors a tug open. He flops down unceremoniously into a seat a bit away from her, giving her a quick nod of his head as he taps his foot along with the tunes. "Ey." He drawls out in a west coast accent. "On the way home from work?"

Selene (Underworld) has posed:
Selene was staring at her phone and using one hand to reply to the text while her other held onto a metal ring hanging from the ceiling for support while standing.

When the young voice was heard off to her right, Selene's gaze rose up and she looked over at the young man and just stared at him for a few seconds. "Something like that." She said to him in her husky-hued voice, a thick British accent accompanying the words.

Selene had just come back from scouting a new target site in Brooklyn, she had a black leather backpack sluck over one shoulder and it was filled with weapons, including her duel pistols, but the bag was sealed-up so none of that would be visible.

"What about you?" She asked him in response, as she wasn't a rude person by any means. Her pale blue eyes went back to her phone's creen and she tapped it a few more times with an equally pale skinned thumb.

Slipstream has posed:
"Me?" Drake says as he slips the headphones off his head down to his neck. They're dark black with a glowing white symbol on the side of them. "Nah. Was just out at the arcade. Which I guess could be considered work." He clicks his tongue against his teeth in thought as he regards her for a moment. "Got a cute accent." He says with a grin. "Where from?"

Selene (Underworld) has posed:
Selene continued to just stand there gripping that metal ring with her right hand while she typed away on her phone to whomever she was texting. She could hear the kid's voice and the compliment he afforded her... Sometimes she forgot that her outward appearance made her look like the age she'd been when she'd been transformed into who (and what) she is now. She was nineteen when it all happened, centuries ago.

"Hungary. Originally." Selene replied her voice was buttery smooth. She looked up at him, but only with her eyes, moving them upward to look past her phone without moving her head. "But I have done a lot of traveling, so my accent is a mixture of many."

Slipstream has posed:
"That's legit." Drake says as he gives a bit of a stretch of his body. "I'm from Cali myself. San Fran. Just moved out here about two years ago to New York. Totally hate it. It's too cold and snow is shit." He glances down at his own phone, giving it a few taps with his fingers along the glass to pause whatever rap song can be heard trickling out from his headphones. "You travel for work I take it?"

Selene (Underworld) has posed:
Selene's eyes went back down to her phone and she spent another few seconds tapping on it before she lowered it and slid it back into that little leather pounch on her left hip, next to it was a hidden pistol ammunition magazine that was visible for only a moment.

"I do." Selene told him while letting her right hand drape down the side of her right thigh, the left still steadying her while the train car moved. "My whole family moves quite often. We've only just been here in the States for a matter of a handful of weeks in fact. I'm personally looking forward to the winter. I love the snow." She said, showing a faint smile then and there on her pale face.

Slipstream has posed:
"I used to like it on a postcard." Drake laughs with a wink in her direction. "But I'm used to my beaches and ocean waves. I like it when it's hot. The cold doesn't do me any good." He says with an up and down motion with his hand, as if to mimic a surfer. "So, whatcha do for a living seeing that you travel so much? Usually I hear art collector, sales, or hitman." He teases. "I don't see you as the artsy type though because you have an amazing fashion sense."

Selene (Underworld) has posed:
Selene's eyes went toward the windows of the car as the train spread along within the tunnels and she listened to the young man's words, her gaze returning to him to see him mimmicking a surfing motion, but it was pretty obvious... pretty as she was to most eyes... she didn't get a lot of sun.

"My father owns a nightclub. I'm in charge of security." She told him. "He owns many of them. All around the world. We travel from each to each, ensuring that their day to day operations are... On-point." She showed him a faint smile. "My name is Selene, whats yours?" She then bluntly asked, mostly because she wasn't terribly good at 'small talk' but she had time now, so may as well embrace it.

Slipstream has posed:
"That's dope. So he has a club here in New York?" Drake asks curiously with a grin on his face. "What type is it? I got a fake ID that's itching to be used if it's somewhere with some tight music involved." He leans back, tucking his arms behind his head as he tips a wink at her. "And I'm Drake. Not sure why mom gave me that one, but I guess at the time it was popular." He mulls her name about for a moment. "That name suits you. It's pretty. So, what kinda security do you do? Like cameras and all that? You're a techy like me?"

Selene (Underworld) has posed:
Selene showed an amused expression at this young man's style and demeanor, he was bold and cocky, she admired those attributes at least. Her head gently shook side to side. "Generally, Drake." Selene started. "Its best not to tell the head of security that your ID is fake, before you've even gone to the club and presented it." She continued to smile faintly. "But that being said, no, I'm not the technical supervisor. I'm... the muscle." Which might be somewhat hard to believe consider she's a lithe woman, doesn't look like she'd be very strong at all. But that whole 'goth' look she was holding, may make him think she's trained in some kind of fighting? Maybe not though.

Slipstream has posed:
The smile along his face falters for a moment when she says that she is the muscle. "Yeah?" Drake asks as he ticks a brow upwards. ".. That's pretty cool. I mean, I wouldn't fuck with you .. you probably know Krav Magra or something like that. Though I'm curious to what kinda gun you're packing under the coat. I saw the magazine on you. Lump in the coat near your hip. I play a /lot/ of shooters. It's kinda my thing. They're pretty realistic now. Down to the very detail."

Selene (Underworld) has posed:
Selene stared at the kid as he asked these squestion and she admired his attentiveness. After a second she reached beneath her black trenchcoat and she pulled out a handgun and held it on display, facing the side of it in his direction... it was silver and black and likely a design he'd never seen before, might remind him of a video game gun in-fact.

"Have you ever fired one in reality?" She asked him, knowing well of video games. Some of the members of her coven played them in their home... but she'd never touched one before.

Slipstream has posed:
"Yeah. My dad was retired navy before he lost a kneecap and started doing sales. I've fired a few hand guns. Barettas, police issued. Nine Mil's." Drake says as he looks at the gun, admiring it. "What kind is that? I don't recognize it, but it looks fucking fantastic." He grins wider at her. "What kinda cal? Is that a forty five?" He shifts some on his seat forward a bit, hands settling on his knees as the phone is tucked away into his pocket completely now.

Selene (Underworld) has posed:
Selene would show another faint smile before she'd turn the gun around and slip it back inside of her coat where it was seemingly placed back into a holster around the small of her back.

"Its an in-house modification to a Berettas 92FS. My father has a very adept R and D lab that are always testing the boundries of weapons and weapon production. He sells them to local law enforcement and militias around the world." Viktor wasn't truly her father, but it was easier to explain him as such than to tell the truth to a kid she'd likely never see again after their shared subway trip ended here tonight.

"And the ammunition is custom designas well." She added, her voice quiet as she said that.

Slipstream has posed:
Drake nods his head as he flashes her another grin. "How old are you by the way? You don't look that much older than me. Which I hope you take as a compliment. It's not every day I meet a smoking hot goth girl who packs guns that are practically giving me a hard on right now. I mean, shit, I'm wondering if I need to pinch myself because girls like you only exists in the movies, or a video game." He pauses for a moment before asking. "You got a Twitter? Maybe I can hit you with a follow."

Selene (Underworld) has posed:
Selene continued to seem amused by the bold young man's word and his confidence. "I do not... have a 'Twitter'." She told him with a shake of her head. She knew what it was, or at least knew 'of it' to some degree. She may be a woman of the 'old world' but a lot of the other vampires in her family were very modernized and into these sorts of things.

"I am... older than you." She told him. "I just look young for my age." Playing it coy was the best course of action for the young Drake, as the less he knew of her the safer off he was. "You live in a world of wonderfully amazing women, its not all about video games and television." She said in that accented voice of hers. "Perhaps you're just looking up from your monitors enough to see them?"

Slipstream has posed:
"Maybe, but I get paid close to six figures a year by playing video games, so I don't really got a lot of time to go pouring through Chat Roulette or Match to find a girl who'd want to hang out with a guy who can type a hundred and sixty words a minute and nail a head shot while leaning out a car going sixty from four hundred meters away in the latest shooter online." Drake says as he tips a wink to her. "So, I take it if I asked you out for dinner, being that you are an amazing woman, you'd be turning me down, huh? Lemmie guess, you got a super hot boyfriend who drives a Ferrari that your father doesn't approve of but he has to suck it up because you got high tech guns that can put holes in most steel doors?"

Selene (Underworld) has posed:
A slight headshake was given to the young man after hearing him say these things and Selene uttered a quick short huff of a laugh. "Close, but not quite." She told him. "No boyfriend. But its due to my work... schedule. I haven't the time for the casual interactions that most spend their entire lives searching for. I have endless business to attend to, and employees that I have to keep in-order and in-check. It doesn't leave time for... dinner dates, as charming as it is for you to poke around the idea of." Selene would afford him another soft smile though. "I'm sure you'll meet a girl on your internet adventures who will... snipe you back... and you'll fall head over heels for one another. Or would it be... controller over headset? I'm not sure how you refer to such things." For someone who appeared to be close to his age, she sure acted like a grandma talking about video games.

Slipstream has posed:
"I'm a keyboard ninja. Controllers and consoles are for pussies who should stick to whatever new Poke'mon is out." Drake says grins at her. "And I'm not looking to fall in love and get married. Just get dinner." He says as he gives a stretch of his body. "But at least your let down was nicer than most girls I've bumped into on the subway. You're not a crack head and you haven't thrown anything at me by now. I'll just chalk tonight up as a win."

Selene (Underworld) has posed:
The pale woman with the all black attire just grinned at him as she swayed gently to the motion of the train where she stood. "Chalk it up as a win, yes." She told him. "I'm not a junkie, no. But I certainly have issues of my own. Issues you wouldn't likely enjoy. And with the confidence that you've displayed toward me this evening, I can assure you that the more you flash that around toward women, the greater chance of success you'll have... But, be advised... be aware... the confidence can also backfire on you if you use it on the wrong woman." She showed another grin, though this one was a little sinister in a way.

Slipstream has posed:
"Everyone has issues, Selene. I could probably write a thesis on mine, but I don't even sweat it at this point in my life. It's easy to not trip about the stupid shit when you're fragging scrubs on the daily grind." Drake slips his phone back out and taps the screen a few times on it. "I don't think girls would go for me confidence or not. I'm really no one's type as it is. I've kinda came to terms with that. I don't got the muscles or the Ferrari to go along with this sweet Internet tan I'm rocking."

Selene (Underworld) has posed:
Selene eyed him closely as she saw some of his confidence break down in front of her, she pitty'd him in a way. She could tell that he seemingly loved being who he was, but there was a hole there... as there often was in everyone... but rarely do you see them in the strangers around you.

"You said that you have money, right?" She asked him then. "That you're earning a living wage playing these... dreadful games of yours?" She asked, showing the hint of a faint grin at mocking his lifestyle there.

"A lot of women only desire that, to know that the man they chose will provide for them. So you should take stock in that, be thankful for the niche you have managed to carve out for yourself. And besides... its not like you're unattractive, or some kind of pig monster. You're just... young!"

Slipstream has posed:
"Yeah, I got money for now, but it could go away tomorrow. I'm a pro gamer. I may even represent the country if I can pass the qualifying scrims. Ranked in the top twenty for all hit scan players." Drake says, "But you can't play video games for the rest of your life either. At some point, young people will move on to the next hot shit on the Net and my streams will become a ghost town. Happens to all the greats. Sides." He smirks for a moment. "I don't want a girl who chases after my wallet. I want a cool girl, who I can just kick it with. Watch Netflix or something, disconnect from the computers and hold hands or something. Wallet snatchers just pretend they like you. It's fake. Practically a disease in my opinion."

Selene (Underworld) has posed:
"Perhaps." Selene replied to all of this while keep her icey blue eyes on the young man. "Or perhaps they just want to feel the comfort of knowing that the man who cares for them does it because he also loves them. I mean, don't get me wrong, I believe that you're right by-and-large, but I also believe that there are exceptions to every rule and there's always an unexpected integer in any calculation."

Selene's shoulders then shrugged slightly within her black leather duster. "Maybe I'm utterly off my gourd however." She showed a faint smile then. "Either way, you have your entire life ahead of you, Drake. Just make sure you look up from time to time to see it."

Slipstream has posed:
"Ha. If a girl went after me for my money, then I can bet she won't like the rest of me once it's gone." Drake smirks at her. "It's all good though." He gives another stretch of his lanky body, popping a few joints in his chest. "I don't think you're off your gourd, I think you're just trying to be nice. So, you ever had to shoot someone yet with your fancy baretta?"

Selene (Underworld) has posed:
Selene felt some measure of guilt now for turning this young man down for his propsoed 'date' but... she was 600 years older than him.

"I have." She quietly replied to him in that husky and alluring voice of hers. "I shot someone about an hour ago, in fact." She announced this with a cold calmness while she stared at him and waited for his reaction to her just throwing that out there.

Slipstream has posed:
"Yeah?" Drake asks as he ticks his brow up at her. "He deserve it I hope? What kinda night club is your dad running that you gotta shoot a dude at it instead of just call the cops or haul him out. He still breathing?"

Selene (Underworld) has posed:
"I hope not." Selene replied to the breathing part with a slight headshake. "If he is then I'm not doing my job very well." She extended her right hand toward him then with her fingers outstretched. "Take my hand." She told him quietly and should he do it, he'd find that the woman's pale skin was both soft as silk and chilled as the subway car that was zipping through the tunnels at night down here. "Does anything feel... 'wrong' to you?" She'd ask of him then, her sharp eyes were staring at his face.

Slipstream has posed:
Drake reaches out and takes her by the hand, giving it a bit of a squeeze. His own is warm to the touch and she can most likely feel his pulse in his palm. He gives a bit of a shudder as goosebumps race along his arm. "You're definitely cold." He says as he furrows his brows at her in thought.

Selene (Underworld) has posed:
Selene didn't draw her hand back or really react to him squeezing it, if he wanted to do that she wouldn't stop him. She did, though, show a slight smile at his response. Her chin would dip down in a singular nod at him also.

"I died, Drake." She told him then, calm and cooly. "A long time ago." And she allowed that to sink in a second before resuming. "I suppose you'll liken it to one of your television games, which is perfectly fine to do so if that helps you understand what I'm trying to tell you and perhaps it'll let you see that I'm not simply trying to be 'nice to you'."

Slipstream has posed:
"Okay, well .. you went from super hot to kinda weird in like two seconds." Drake gives a nervous chuckle. "I already got the hint that you weren't into me the first time." His lips give a tug upwards. "You trying to say you're some kinda vampire or whatever? Maybe a zombie?" His hand slips away from hers, giving his knee a firm rubbing to draw some warmth back into it.

Selene (Underworld) has posed:
Selene lowered her hand back to her side when he drew his back and she showed a soft smile at his words. "The first one." She quietly said at him. "Strange and 'weird' things do exist in our world, Drake. Two strangers meeting on a train in the dark hours of the day... this is why most keep to themselves. They don't wish to discover what strange bats hide in their fellow train rider's belfries." She let her smile shift into a slight grin. "So you see. My turning down a dinner invitation is not me denying you out of a dislike of your general persona... Its beause I'm saving you the hassle of dealing with the revelation that you just asked a vampire out for a 'bite' to eat."

Slipstream has posed:
After a few moments of staring at her, Drake tilts his head and says, "So, this is not a deal breaker. I'm still down to get dinner. I can order a steak medium rare, you can get a bloody mary, literally. I have this neighbor named Mary. She's a super bitch and always tells me to turn my shit down. I'm not squeamish in the least so if you want to chew on that hag in front of me, I won't even bat an eye. Going out with a vamipre who is still the hottest chick I've met on this train is like .. ten steps up from a crack head."

Selene (Underworld) has posed:
Selene had a grin crawl its way across her lips. "The 'hottest chick you've met on this train' is not exactly an awe inspiring endorsement as to the beauty that you claim to see before you." Selene glanced then through the forward doorway into the next car. "I believe I saw an overweight homeless woman passed out in her own alcoholic vomit up there." Her pale blue eyes came back then to look down at the Gamer Guy who was seated across from her. "I no longer feed from people either." She said, pulling a silver stake from inside her coat pocket and offering it toward him, showing it off. "Synthetic blood. Manufactured by our laboratories."

Slipstream has posed:
"Well, I ride this train a lot and I see a lot of girls, mostly in the morning during the work hours. Just saying, you're a twelve on a scale from one to five." Drake's eyes track the vial of blood produced, chewing on his bottom lip for a moment before saying, "Then, what's the biggie? You got your fake blood, I got my steak. We both are into guns. I kill people for a living online, you do it in the real world. Far as I can see, I'm ready to start planning our wedding." He says with a laugh. "So, is the Night Club thing legit or is that your cover story?"

Selene (Underworld) has posed:
Selene twirled the silver stake around her fingers and then deposited it back into her jacket in sone smooth and practiced motion. "It is 'legit'." She told him. "But the rabbit hole goes much deeper than that. My people are engaged in a war, a shadow war of sorts. Even being near me places your life at great risk. Its why I came to this empty car at the back of the train. You see, Drake... I killed a man tonight. A man named Stavros Devilian. An elder werewolf. His pack has most certainly found out by now, and they are most assuredly on their way to find me."

Slipstream has posed:
"... So, you're just now getting around to telling me this?" Drake ticks his brows upwards again, giving a subtle glance out the window as the train speeds by. "I mean .. I think I'd have heard this fight from the next car over. Should we call the cops ... or the Avengers or something ..?" He asks as he glances down at his phone before looking back up to her. "Or should I ah... mosey on back to my old car and go back to watching old vintage Tim the Tatman clips?"

Selene (Underworld) has posed:
Selene grinned again. "Well, I didn't kill him here... I killed him in the library with a candlestick." Her grin blossomed further. "Okay, that was a joke. The candlestick just knocked him out, the gun did the killing." Selene would glance ahead again and then shift her chin around her arm holding the metal ring. "We're coming up on my stop soon. My motorcycle is parked there." She glanced back at him. "So my presence placing you at risk should be over and away from you soon, freeing you up for your... whatever it is you just said there."

Slipstream has posed:
"I pretty much watch a fat guy suck at video games but he's hilarious." Drake says bluntly as he rubs the back of his neck. "Well, it was cool kicking it with you. If you ever want to know what going out with a mediocre guy is like, my Twitch handle is Dynamite Overwatch, all one word. Hit me up sometime."

Selene (Underworld) has posed:
The train would come to a stop at a rather gloomy looking station that didn't see much traffic, especially at this hour, and Selene would glance outside at the station while Drake spoke these words to her. She'd look back to him. "Dynamite... Overwatch..." She repeated the words with a modicrum of intrigue as to what they were meant to mean together. "Fair enough." She said. "Thank you for keeping me company, Drake. Rare is that anyone approaches me, I guess I have an unwelcoming demenaor about me." She showed a wicked smile then and started to move toward the doorway as they split open.

Slipstream has posed:
".. Not with that ass." Drake can be heard muttering to himself as she leaves, followed by a chuckle as he sinks back into the bench, swivels himself around so that he is on his back and kicks his legs over the arm. "See ya later, Selene." With that, his head phones slip over his head once more, followed by a couple of taps to get the rumble of Initial D in his ears.