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LYONA ALAYNE RALAZAR

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Jul 19 2014, 09:48 PM
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Some good old fashion human habits appealed a lot to Lyona, even though she wasn't really suppose to have them now with her vampire nature. Habits like drinking soda, juice, tea, or eating. She never saw her maker doing these things in the time she spent with him, but she always felt like not giving up eating food. Especially sweets. She knew she didn't need them anymore, but she still had taste buds, right? And even though blood was something she couldn't really describe good enough to do it justice, a dessert was still a dessert. <p>

After her work shift that ended late - or rather early in the morning - she decided to take a detour to the campus to check a place she found a flyer for the other day and it seemed like something she would enjoy. It was a Dessert and Espresso House just near the town center, with a beautiful girly design outside. The inside was all white, with clean tables and booths, and a few round little tables. There was a long display that showcased a lot of dessert types, as well as a big coffee menu. <p>

She entered the place with a smile, and aimed for the beautifully decorated sweets. There were so many to chose from. She was tempted to ask for about ten different types. And she wasn't concerned of the looks she would get from the people there. 'A girl should take care of her silhouette' she would her ever now her mother say. 'Well, don't worry mother, I can stuff my mouth now with all the sweets I want.' She quickly shook off the unexpected thought of her mother and went to ask for a Caramelized Banana Pudding and a Mexican Mocha, before aiming for a booth at the window. There were a few people in the shop, but not enough so she would feel bad for taking a whole booth for herself. <p>

I was a cloudy morning and she looked pleased out the window, giving a little yawn while placing her backpack next to her. It wasn't long before she heard the girl calling her name for the vampire to go get her order. She got up to go there, giving a rare genuine happy smile - that kind of smile a kid would give when getting a favorite toy, and went back to her place, not waiting anymore to take a bite from her Pudding. She closed her eyes, while taking the spoon out of her mouth, almost whispering. "Delicious.."<p>

The weird cravings of a vampire girl.

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<div class="title21">|| Tag: mitz/sybil ||<br><3 </div>

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The day passed rather quickly. Lyona had only one class to go to in the morning – and it was Dance, so the day begun in a pleasurable

way – then it was sleep time until the sun went down again and darkness took its place. She had a work shift that night at “The Tunnel”,

but that was a good thing. She liked her job. She didn’t mind serving people in a night club. It presented her with almost the same

opportunities of something fun and/or a willing meal as in the night she would just go out for fun. <br><br>

Every shift, there had to be at least a few that would try to talk to her a bit more after she would serve them drinks, sometimes even girls

would ask or give their numbers. If she liked them enough from the few glances she gave them, she sometimes kept the ones from girls

too. She never felt attracted to women, but she enjoyed flirting with them almost as much as she enjoyed with men.
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She gave a little childish pout when she got to work and noticed that this wasn’t one of the nights Derek worked at the bar. She enjoyed

talking to him between work moments, teasing or making some comments to each other about the people that hit on them. Even so,

she was in a good mood and the night went by smoothly, with enough tips to be considered a perfect one, money-wise. And all she

even had to do is smile charmingly, give some polite words, casually slip in some light flirting and a touch of the person’s arm or

shoulder from time to time.
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It was around four in the morning when the place got empty and Lyona took her time to clean up with the other servers, even

exchanging some words and laughers with her colleagues, something she wouldn’t usually do too much, just because she didn’t find

anything interesting in those kind of talks.<br><br>

She went to get her backpack and change out of her work uniform, and into her most used casual look – shorts and an oversized

sleeveless shirt. She waved goodbye to the others and went out the back entrance of the club that lead into a little alley, close to the

main street there. She swung the door open, in one hand holding her backpack, stepping outside, and stopping in one place for a

moment, giving out a little yawn while she raised hands and the bag over her head to stretch. Somehow, she was too invested in

thinking about what sweet things to eat did she have in her room, to sense that there was someone else nearby.
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There weren’t many things to do in Belgrade after some time. And for someone like Lyona who couldn’t stand being bored or remaining put for long, it was a bother. She would find or make her own fun activities, but sometimes, she felt like she needed a break; take a road trip to the nearest town, do something else.<p>
But there was something different this week in Belgrade. Something that didn’t sound boring and presented so many fun possibilities. There was a fair! The child inside her was practically jumping around. The minute she found out, she knew she had to spend every day in that place. This was something she didn’t get to do as a child. Her mother never took her to one, although they had quite a few back home. <p>
The first work shift she had after the fair being announced, she just informed Derek that he’s coming with her to the fair the next day - asking would’ve been nicer, but she wasn’t going to take no for an answer. She needed someone to drag around to all those games and try to compete for some prizes, or just have an opponent. She didn’t give more thought to the question of why did she decide to take him and not, for example, one of her room mates. She was sure Ava would’ve said yes to a day of games and cotton candy at the fair. Derek was… a friend. Granted, she wasn’t sure of the nature of this friendship, since it started with a one night stand, but he was fun, good looking and didn’t seem to have any problem spending time with her. <p>
He offered to pick her up, but she said she’ll meet him there. It was too much as a date for her if it were to let him come get her from the dorms. <p>
It was ten past noon when she was standing in front of the fair’s entrance and saw his car parking along the sidewalk there. She folded her arms and while he approached, she talked, raising one eyebrow a little. ”You’re late. I hope you didn’t make me wait because of some hook up of yours.”



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<div id="tags28"> Tag: mitz ❥ Notes: :3 ❥</div>

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[calling...]

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Another day had passed and even though she had enough classes to tire her into a good night sleep, she wasn't going to do that. She always made it a point of not sleeping at night. She felt best at night and she wasn't going to waste that, even if she hadn't slept all day.
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Lyona had a free evening, since tonight her shift at the club was covered by a colleague. The sun was almost entirely gone from the sky when she got in her flat, changing into more comfortable clothes -gray sleeveless shirt and a pair of loose sport shorts - before going towards a building of the university again. Her room mates weren't home, so she couldn't persuade them into a movie night or anything like that. She felt a bit more social than usual - not that she wasn't in general, but she had enough moments when she was just bored with others and wanted to be on her own.
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She entered the student center, with a box of cookies in one hand and with the other hand holding one of the snack to her mouth. She got used from the times when she had to hide what she was and pretend that she was a human to eat normal food too. And she enjoyed the taste of some of the foods, thus the habit lingering since then.
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The place wasn't empty, but there were few students around, at the computers, watching TV or writing stuff at tables. She aimed the couch in front of a TV that had a Playstation hooked to it. She stood there, trying to figure out what she wanted to play, while she still held the cookie to her mouth, munching on it little by little. After a few moments with her thoughts and not moving, she suddenly turned around on the couch, putting one leg under her, scanning around the room. She needed someone to play with. The game she had in mind was far better in multiplayer mode.
<p>
There was a girl at a desk, writing something, but she didn't seem like one that would enjoy her games. Her eyes went around the room and stopped again, this time on the back of a guy in front of a computer. She raised her head a bit, trying to see if he was doing something important there. She decided either way, she should try to ask.
<p>
Grabbing the cookie between her lips, she turned her free hand to the table in front of the couch to get a paper from there, and folding it carelessly into a ball, she turned back and threw it towards him, succeeding in hitting him in the head. She grabbed then the cookie from her mouth in her hand, and prepared a grin for when he would turn around.

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<div id="tags28"> Tag: henry ❥ Notes: childish of her, i know :3 ❥ </div>

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