First Time Donor -OPEN-

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Ace rubbed his forehead and pushed open his front door and frowned against the bright sunlight. He yawned and walked down the driveway and stopped at his mailbox. He looked up and down the street and sighed as there were no other people about. They were probably still asleep or doing something more interesting. He lifted the lid and plucked out the letters and junkmail within. He walked back up the driveway and stumbled inside. He entered the kitchen and dumped the mail on the bench and poured himself another coffee. He sat down at the breakfast bar and opened the first letter, it was his electricity bill. He sighed and placed it aside and opened the next one and then the next one. He then came across a flyer that caught his attention. It was for Blood Donations, Ace had never given blood before nor has he ever even thought about it. Maybe it was a good idea, his blood could save someones life one day. He smiled as he downed the rest of the coffee and got to his feet and bounded up the stairs and entered his messy room. He tossed on a pair of jeans and a plain black shirt and slipped his socks and shoes on and left the room again and went down stairs.

He grabbed his wallet and left the house, he went into the garage and jumped into his car the piece of shit it was but it got from A to B and he liked it. He started it up and pressed the button on the dashboard and the garage door went up. He backed out of the garage and down the driveway and took off down thr street. The streets were very quiet for a friday, there were usually school kids skipping off to school, and parents getting ready for work. He shrugged and drove on towards the blood bank. It was such a weird name, blood bank but it was what it was called. He pulled into the car park and got out of the car. He took a deep breath, suddenly feeling a little nervous. He had never done this before and he was a little scared. Shrugging it off he walked towards the entrance, and pushed open the door and stepped inside.The glossy red floor and the pure white walls made his eyebrows fly up, it was very in your face wasn't it. He shrugged it off and walked over to the counter, he told the lady that he had never given blood before and she handed him a form to fill out. He quickly filled it out and handed it back and she told him to sit and wait. He walked over to a seat and sat down,there weren't very many people in the waiting room he sighed and started to tap his foot.

What's on your mind, boy? Open for anyone to reply too.
Who is this baby for? How ever replies
What's the word on the street? 478

[delma]

She didn't particularly enjoy playing nice to protect herself. But it was a sad and messed up world that they lived in. A world that required payment for survival. Times were hard. War was something that compromised ideals and morality. Delma wasn't stretching too far to accommodate the factions. Although she was a mixture of the two, she had clearly chosen a side and refused to take any other standing. Waking up that morning had been trying. Her dreams, although she had no recollection of them, had been lovely and mesmerizing, warm and colorful, full of the blurry shapes that she made in her mind to take place of the people in her life. She wondered what people looked like, really. What she herself looked like. If dreams were anything like this for people with sight. She felt around her home, tripping once over her roommate Lorelei's dog, Troy, and cursing quietly at the animal as she passed by the now disgruntled creature. The shower was quick and getting ready was quicker, her wardrobe consisting of mostly the same thing: white tee shirt and blue jeans. Being blind and owning anything more ridiculous was fashion suicide. She'd stick to simplistic manners of dress herself. It only took another ten minutes to round everything up and then get Lorelei and he friend to drop her off at the blood bank in order to pay her monthly dues. The vampires would be more apt to come to her aid if she first came to theirs. It was a sacrifice of pride that she was more than willing to take.

Walking through the doors, a walking cane in her hand, she was greeted by the normal voices as she made her way to the counter. A regular, a vampire with a raspy, baritone voice, chuckled low and murmured something about sushi being on the menu and Delma nodded curtly, offering him a rude hand gesture as she moved toward the front desk. The man answered with another low laugh, clearly appreciative of her spunk. He did this every time she came in. She had begun to assume that the rest of the staff found his banter to be customary as well, considering the fact that no one did anything to shut him up. Moving to her seat, she was sitting for only a moment until she was joined on her left. The man was tapping his foot; in nerves or in habit, she could not discern. Regardless, the repetitive sound was a bit irritating being that noise was a sense that she was particularly keen to since she was completely devoid of sight. Chalking the action up to anxiety, she cleared her throat and spoke to the stranger, blank, unseeing eyes glued straight ahead, "First time?" she inquired easily, "Nothing to worry about. Unless you came here expecting not to be prodded with a hollow needle. In which case, I'd suggest you look more deeply into the inner workings of an establishment next time you notice that it has the word 'blood' in its title." She grinned in a lazy way, her dry sense of humor very apparent. Sometimes it scared people off. But occasionally, she would get a bite on her figurative fishing line.

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There really wasn't any reason to be nervous, it wasn't like they were going to take all him blood and the needle only hurt for a moment. What about if they couldn't find his vein, would they yell at him and throw him out? frowning at the thought he rubbed his forehead. He had so much things running through his head from the time he left the counter to when he sat down he didn't even notice the girl sitting directly next to him. He looked around the room in front of him and seen a few people but missed the girl next to him. He was looking out in front of him not blinking, he really wasn't even looking at anything. It was then that the person next to him stirred and caught his attention. He blinked his eyes a little and turned to look at her. She was staring out in front of her just as he had been doing but the only difference was that she actually wasn't looking at anything. It was evident that she was blind because of the walking stick in her hand. He swallowed the lump in his throat and his foot stopped tapping, He nodded at her wuestion but instantly mentally slapping his forehead, she was blind idiot!

"Yeah first time thought i might save someones life" he said with a smile even though she couldn't see his smile he didn't care, he loved the way how just from her question could she make him become so relaxed. She then went on to talk about hollow needles and blood in the title. He had heard her but didn't really hear her, he was to captivated by her beautiful face. He didn't know what to say in response to that he was so thrown out of whack, what was she doing to him. She was just sitting there the way that sits and he was sitting there lost for words and drooling over her pretty face like a shallow high school jock. "I'm not scared" was the first thing that flew out of his mouth and he frowned and rolled his eyes. What a stupid thing to say now she was going to think he was scared and that he was just trying to act tough. In all honesty he was a little scared, it was scary doing things for the first time. Like skydiving that was scary the first time you did it. Giving blood was a little different to skydiving but that wasn't the point right now. "I'm Ace" he said holding out his hand to her, he held it there for a few seconds before he shook his head and pulled his hand back towards him. He really wasn't used to talking to blind people. The upside to it is that they couldn't see you making a fool of yourself.

What's on your mind, boy? Thanks for replying! Did you want to plot these two, or just go with it and see what happens? I'm happy either way
Who is this baby for? Delma
What's the word on the street? 480

[delma]

Delma had to admit that she was incredibly nervous her first time at the blood bank. It was beyond frightening, even more so for her than Ace simply because she went into the place knowing full well what she was getting herself into. Knowing that she was giving up her blood for consumption by vampiric individuals of the Manuka community. It wasn't to save mortal lives. And perhaps, knowing that she was blind, they would draw more blood from her than necessary, knowing that there wasn't much she could do to stop it. Luckily enough, they ran a professional operation. Whatever matters of the war that would have previously subjected her to misuse were tossed aside in favor of reputation. They did not directly involve themselves in the war because it would be bad for business. They knew that. And Delma found it entirely admirable that they stuck to their neutrality rather well. It was still a bit shiesty here and there. People would come from outside, bringing in their problems and their overwhelming loyalty to their factions. Words would be exchanged. A steady rise in tension would follow and just before there might have been a fight, the bank's employees would intervene. It was always clean and precise. Nothing melodramatic. They kept it all hush, explaining quietly to the two patrons that they would have to take their petty problems elsewhere.

The tapping had stopped. Good. Maybe she could calm the poor guy down. And then he spoke. Save a life. Human. Or another supernatural that was keeping things under wraps because they had figured that she was human. Either situation was plausible. She found the statement to seem truthful enough. There was honesty in his voice. He must have certainly been human. But there was no promises. And then a short testimony. He wasn't scared. She couldn't help the smile. She wasn't making fun of him. She found his trepidation very much endearing, as it was. He was just a like a frightened little boy in the body of a man. And she so loved innocence. It was something beautiful to hold on to. Something that she herself, even at the age of twenty-two, had managed to retain, being that she had her virginity still in tact. He was, in all seriousness, a virgin to the needles at the blood bank. He told her his name and her smile widened. Ace. It sounded so much tougher than he seemed. She liked it. "Ace, you are a delight. Defending your honor to me. I know you're not scared, of course. Just a little apprehensive; which is entirely understandable. I was anxious my first time here as well. It gets better." Delma paused and then tentatively held out her hand, unaware that he had previously done the same. "Delma. Delma Adeliza."


NOTE: we could plot them.(: did you have anything in mind?

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Ace blushed as she told him he was a delight. He didn't mean to come across as defensive but really he just couldn't help it, she was a beautiful woman and he couldn't look weak in front of her. She told him that after a few times of donating that the nervousness would disappear and he relaxed a bit. He didn't know what it was about her but he just felt calm around her. In the corner of his eye he saw her hand coming towards him and he smiled. He couldn't help but think it was funny as he had just done the same thing only moments ago and she had no idea he had done it. It was funny on his part because he had been so careless to realise that she wasn't going to see him, he wasn't amused by the fact that she was blind. She then told him her name and again Ace couldn't help but smile. It was a beautiful name just like her and it was something he hadn't ever heard before well he was pretty sure he hadn't heard it before. He loved unique names.

He then reached out and took hold of her hand, it was warm and soft and it seemed to warm his entire arm it was a strange sensation, this girl was just strange. Although it was a good strange. "It's a pleasure to meet you" he said, truth flooding he every word. He was very happy to have met her she seemed so pleasant to be around. He could really see himself getting to know her and becoming very good friends with her. It wasn't very often that Ace was willing to just have a friendship with a beautiful girl but there was just something about her he felt like her could tell her anything.He then looked down and realised that he was still holding her hand. He once again blushed and let go of her hand. "So, um... have you lived in Manuka long?" he asked rolling his eyes, feeling like an absolute fool. The question was innocent enough, but it really wasn't his business. It was the only thing he could think of to say after being creepy and holding her hand for way to long.

What's on your mind, boy? I am sooo sorry for taking forever and im sorry if its crap, babies are hard work
Who is this baby for? Delma
What's the word on the street? 381

[delma]

She'd had men falling over themselves before. Tongue-tied and useless, they had just sat there, unsure what to say. Mermaids were pretty things by rule. Many people found their beauty overwhelming. This man was not the first. But he was not pathetic like the rest of them had been. He still held some sort of dignity, forcing words from his mouth in order to respond to the girl instead of standing there, star struck. And it seemed that he was observant as well, not having asked her why she wouldn't look directly at him or why she was carrying a walking stick. Delma was relieved: entertaining idiots wasn't her idea of a good time. And she really had meant it when she said that he was a delight. He was speaking much like he was a young boy, trying his damnedest to protect his honor and she found childishness endearing. Her own childhood was deprived of sight so she somehow felt like she couldn't entirely progress from one stage of life to the next, her eyes having not experienced a thing from day one.

Strange indeed. Folks found Delma very strange, though they never told her. She hadn't grown up around humans. She lived in the water most of her life. Her English was very formal, much too formal for her to be considered normal. People found her very strange indeed. But she didn't mind: she wasn't a huge people person as it was. Socializing for Delma was more for sport than anything else. He told her that it was a pleasure to have met her and she laughed, "Likewise." Though he sat there, hand in hers still, Delma did not feel the slightest bit perturbed. He was harmless. Innocent. And she never once loosened her own hold on his hand, hoping not to make it awkward for him as well. "Ah, a generic question. But the most useful of all common questions, I'll give you that much." Delma returned her other hand to her cane, "For eight years or so, actually. I'm not from around her originally. I grew up on... the European coast." This wasn't a lie: she stayed pretty close to shore in her younger years.

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