Late Night Bite

Vincent: "And who is this?" she asks and then looks at me. She starts rattling off in Spanish and I frown. "¡Ay, no! ¡No tengo un esposa ni novia ni bebes! Es una amiga nueva." She frowns too and let's out a sigh. "Un día..." Shee moved out of the way and let's me fall flat on her face before sticking out her hand to the others. "Hey, no need to be scared! I know I may not be the old bitty you were expecting, but I don't bite. I'm Vincent's aunt Claire. And you are...?"

Anastasia- "I'm Anastasia, nice meeting you," I smile at her friendly wondering what they had said in spanish.

Clare: "So, what brings you all to my humble abode? I see bags, so I'm a little worried. Should I go tell Bette that we have renters?" "Renters?" scoffs Vincent. I point the gun at him. "Renters, dear. Respect your tía like a good little boy." "You're only older than me by six years!" "Your point?"

Anastasia - "Yes please, that is if you don't mind," I say.

Daisy: Clare begins to whistle. "Bette? You who, Bette? Look who came to visit! Don't be shy, I just saw you a minute ago." When a calico cat sits behind her and starts to meow, she picks it up. "Good, go show them where they can but their things." I smile as the cat jumps down in front if us. "Bette! How are you?"

Clare: I stop the girl while my nephew and his servant go off. "So, you never answered my question," I say. "Why are you here?"

Anastasia - I breath deeply, "Because your nephew was kind enough to let me come here after I was released from a vampire named Kyle's ownership because Daisy made him feel bad about himself." I answer honestly.

(Where can I come back in?)

((Hmm... let me think... maybe you can be at the beach???))

(Just randomly there or something?)

((whatever you want to do))

(Okay, I'll just through my character on the beach)

Mikey: I didn't know what I was doing here. For some reason, I lost control of myself and wandered away from that bar, and ended up on this sandy beach. I looked out into the ocean, wondering what mysterious things could be in it. . .well, nothing could be as mysterious as what I am.

Clare: I frown as I take this in. "There are a lot of paranormals around here," I say frankly. "A few more board with us, and there are plenty more wandaring around here. I can't say you'll be totally safe if someone tried to do something like that again."

Anastasia - "I know that," I say, "but I've already lost my family, and now that I've met Daisy and Vincent, well, I want to stay with people who actually care for as long as I can, and if that means not being completely safe I'm fine with that."

Clare: I think about this for a minute and then turn around and smile. "If that's really how you feel about those two knuckle heads, then welcome to the Atlantic Bed and Breakfast." I open the door and hang my paintball gun on a hook near by. "There are six rooms total here for rent, all ground level, three bathrooms, one being off limits to anyone who isn't me or Bette, and there's a nice porch out back where we eat most meals." I stop when a see an egyption looking girl with a black bob and heavy bangs. She's wearing a huge tee shirt and her swim suit bottoms poke out from beneath as she boredly thumbs through a note pad. "Hey Bette, did you mind taking her to her room too? Don't worry about charging them yet, I'm still debating on a few things." She checks a few things off and stands up, the goggles on her neck swinging to the side. "Right this way, please," she says.

Anastasia - "Thank you," I say as I follow her.

(So, how can I come back in?)

((HMMM?? I'm not sure... board at Claires?))

(Could you just include me? I suck at jumping in. . .)

I'm waiting for Pavo to come back on

(Oh, okay.)

Back, and hyped up on Coke. @__@

Ello?

Bette: I knock in the door I'd taken the others to before opening it. Clare's nephew is walking around the room taking in all the second hand vintage things and beachy antiques Clare collected. "Here's your room," I say as I nod at the two beds. "There's enough room for someone to sleep on the floor, but you'll have to be a bit cramped for now." I hold out my hand to the girl, waiting for her to tip me.

I'm about to make a chat about Clare's.

Anastasia - I pull a fifty out of my hand and give it to her, I only had large bills and I wasn't going to ask for change. I thought that was rude to ask someone for.