Post by Rima Elaine Donavon on May 30, 2010 16:43:28 GMT -8
The Seat of Blackraven. The complex in itself was fairly small, and indeed similar to that of an office building. However, the Blackraven clan members did make residence. This area where people could live was out just behind the main Building and Halls which the Royal Family and Leader lived, almost as a sort of back addition that wasn’t noticeable from the outside. The sleek tinted windows shielded during the day, and made a plain but unique contrast to the outer covering of the white cement.
Along the front there was simple grasses and hedges with a single road running up to the complex. Statuetts of preivious leaders ran along each side, specifically placed between the large hedges. The hedges served a single purpose: Privacy from wandering human eyes.
Nothing was extravagant in the outer halls, until you reached the core. Technology was everywhere. Computers, massive monitors, and many other futuristic devices. This is what the Clan was known for: its technology. The most up-to-date and complex. Nestled in the lower levels and residence areas there’d be plenty of libraries and some of the Blackravens’ favorite games.
These challenges of the mind were made to test. Things from simple exercises to mild combat training, all located in the gyms in the basements, the bowels, of the buildings.
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Rima Elain Donavon, she could be considered a middle aged vampire by the younger Vampires’ statistics, but in fact she was nothing compared to some of the Elders. She could imagine being that old, not yet, there was still plenty of life to live, especially for the Undead.
She sat back in the recliner. To her left the hearth burning eerily in the low light, casting shadows throughout the room. This was one of the residences on the Blackraven’s Property. In front of her lay a manila folder, with her next ‘project’ inside. She was going to go to Vegas. Of course, typical to her normal patterns, she had pulled a heist. Rima turned the wine glass in her hand, the deep red liquid swirling inside. ‘The Bracelet’ by William Clarke Wontner. It was famous, not as much so as say the Mona Lisa, but nonetheless, she had stolen it. She was selling it to the highest bidder, she didn’t care enough to learn the man’s name this time. In any case, it was fetching a tidy price.
Her plane was set to leave the following morning. Unlike most of her kind, she allowed herself daylight travel because after growing up in the Renaissance Florence, she had learned that caring a sun umbrella nipped the problem before it could start. She could survive in sunlight for brief periods of time, but it usually resulted in bad sunburns.
Rima toyed with a strand of her hair, finishing reading over the file. In a few mere hours, she’d be on a plane with the canvas meticulously rolled into a map tube.
Along the front there was simple grasses and hedges with a single road running up to the complex. Statuetts of preivious leaders ran along each side, specifically placed between the large hedges. The hedges served a single purpose: Privacy from wandering human eyes.
Nothing was extravagant in the outer halls, until you reached the core. Technology was everywhere. Computers, massive monitors, and many other futuristic devices. This is what the Clan was known for: its technology. The most up-to-date and complex. Nestled in the lower levels and residence areas there’d be plenty of libraries and some of the Blackravens’ favorite games.
These challenges of the mind were made to test. Things from simple exercises to mild combat training, all located in the gyms in the basements, the bowels, of the buildings.
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Rima Elain Donavon, she could be considered a middle aged vampire by the younger Vampires’ statistics, but in fact she was nothing compared to some of the Elders. She could imagine being that old, not yet, there was still plenty of life to live, especially for the Undead.
She sat back in the recliner. To her left the hearth burning eerily in the low light, casting shadows throughout the room. This was one of the residences on the Blackraven’s Property. In front of her lay a manila folder, with her next ‘project’ inside. She was going to go to Vegas. Of course, typical to her normal patterns, she had pulled a heist. Rima turned the wine glass in her hand, the deep red liquid swirling inside. ‘The Bracelet’ by William Clarke Wontner. It was famous, not as much so as say the Mona Lisa, but nonetheless, she had stolen it. She was selling it to the highest bidder, she didn’t care enough to learn the man’s name this time. In any case, it was fetching a tidy price.
Her plane was set to leave the following morning. Unlike most of her kind, she allowed herself daylight travel because after growing up in the Renaissance Florence, she had learned that caring a sun umbrella nipped the problem before it could start. She could survive in sunlight for brief periods of time, but it usually resulted in bad sunburns.
Rima toyed with a strand of her hair, finishing reading over the file. In a few mere hours, she’d be on a plane with the canvas meticulously rolled into a map tube.