Gladace- A very well manored, young woman. Young would be a slight understatement. Infact, she was rather old. With such youthful looks of a mid to late twenty's of a woman. How ever old she was though, she would never tell a soul. That was her secret, that she would eventually bring to her grave. It wouldn't be to long though, she wasn't going to die any time soon. She huffed a bit, sitting up in her bed. Newly apartment down in lower class. As some people would call it. Really though, for what she had, her small one bedroom looked classy in a way. A small bed, with a bedsheet of pretty roses. Small little nick nacks she collected over the years. She loved flowers, so there seemed to be a lot all over the house. She looked out towards her window. Dark outside still, she couldn't really sleep at night at times. She threw the covers off of her, turning her body, letting her legs dangle off the end. She stretched, letting out a loud deep groan. She slipped from her bed, her feet going flat against the scuffed up hardwood. She shuffled her way to the washroom, right up to the mirror as she looked into it. She needed out. She sighed and shook her head, walking to her front door, putting on a light sweater, and a pair of slip on shoes. She grabbed her keys and walked out. Locking the door behind her.


She finally got down on the streets, walking off towards Cherry Blossom hill. It was always a rather nice place to sit and think. Even at night such as this. She wrapped her arms around herself, looking whatever way she needed to go. Luckily for her it wasn't actually far off from her place. Just a couple or more blocks. The air did her good, her kind loved it. Or, so she thinks. Never really met someone like her. But she loved it, that mattered. She thought, tilting her head up looking as she walked. Finally she made it, Cherry blossom hill. Even at night the smells seemed wonderful. She took in a deep breathe, smiling. She walked on through, looking around for a peaceful place to sit, and think. Soon finding herself sitting on a wooden park bench near a fountain. She leaned back and closed her eyes. Her head tilting upwards to the sky. Peaceful, very peaceful indeed.
What was there to think about anymore now? She had a crappy job, which she loved anyways. Working in a small run down flower shop. She loved the smells in there, loved them. She began to tap the balls of her feet onto the ground, going into more deeper thoughts. Thoughts about when she was younger. Before all of this. When she worked on a farm. She had skill there too. She actually found herself beginging to lose the memories though, as time seemed to go on without her.

It isn't hard for him to become bored with a certain location after a certain amount of time. Sure, he has his room in nearly the tallest tower, surrounded by things that please him. Every so often, just like many others, he must venture out and find some entertainment...which, for him, doesn't have the same meaning as it does for everyone else. Holding a clove cigarette between long, pale fingertips, he takes a long drag, studying the scene before him. he is dressed as many would come to expect him to dress. Black silk shirt with the tip two buttons undone, black jeans, and his black hair falling just below the collar. He'd not bothered to shave, so a day's stubble can be seen on his chin. A grin creases his lips, and he releases a cloud of smoke into the air above his head.

Seeing the woman sitting just there, as though no one else is around, really is a precious thing...but again, not in the way you might think. A quick scan of her mind tells him she indeed isn't fully human, and is quite weary of her surroundings. It never occurs to him that reading any available mind is a bad thing, as it's something he's been doing since he came to be in existence. If he isn't met with static, he uses that opportunity to gain ad advantage. Of course her mind isn't completely open, as the nature of what's in her blood causes it to be more difficult and 'blurry' as it were. if she were a human, that would be a different story.

At this moment, he walks in large, slow steps, towards the bench, but he says nothing. Sitting down next to her, he merely stares into the distance, smoking, and still not speaking.

Her head was tilted up as she thought, her mind running around in a race for imformation. Than stopped, she could smell the smoke coming, a man walking down towards her. She made no move to show that she knew. The man to her nearly smelt of death, and blood. His skin may be washed, but it was deep down into his pores. Her head turned off to the side. He had a rather large aura around him. Unlike any other human she'd seen, clearly he was not. He never spoke to her though, and she never spoke back for the time being. Her thoughts needed to clear more. The nervousness came back. Her legs closed together tightly as she held onto the rim of her dress. Her sweater still wrapped around, showing nothing. Her head turned as she dirty blonde locks fell neatly infront of her face, her golden eyes staring down at him.

She couldn't trust this man, no. She could tell just by the way he came here, and his silence. Most men that sat beside her would at least start some form of talk. A little chit chat, to get on her good graces. She sniffed again. Ugh, the smell.. " Can I help you?" She spoke softly, moving down the bench some. For someone who could turn into such a big monster, she could still be a big scaredy cat. She never took her eyes off him now, she watched his moves as he took drags off his cig, his classy looks.