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Jul 4, 2016 9:02:00 GMT -6
Post by NORMA JEAN on Jul 4, 2016 9:02:00 GMT -6
Norma, Meeting, @open lyrics @ Lana Del Rey. notes – words - 560ish
In the Land of Gods and Monsters I was an Angel
Music was the only thing Norma held dear to her darkened soul as it was something that calms her and was allowing her to cope with herself. Norma doesn’t have many emotions outside of compassion, which was an odd emotion coming from a demon, but when she was younger her father was able to get it through to her to love and care. Although, when Norma became of age she began to be conflicted with the world of the mortals and demons as emotions are a sign of weakness in both cultures, yet one will get Norma killed or beaten. Norma appears gentle and sweet as if she wouldn’t harm anyone, but too many times has her beauty got people to believe that she was fragile and weak, though many do not know the power that Norma actually has.
Every day is a reminder of what Norma is capable of as she is the harbinger of death, the contractor of souls, and the wailing woman. Most people would know Norma as the Banshee and she is the very first banshee that has graced the Earth, born from the deadly sin of jealousy in the hills of Ireland. Everywhere she goes death will follow like a shadow clutching to her shoulders, many times she tries to acquire that promised happiness, but to only destroy it in the end by death or deceit. Envy has taught her daughter how to use her powers to spread revenge and spite, mostly those who does Norma wrong will meet her wrath, sometimes people die out of turn by her hand. When Norma kills someone out of their designated time, she would be pinged by the horseman, Death, giving her a kill to replace the one she took.
Ever since then she has been doing the dirty work for Death as a way to keep a balance between those who are supposed to die and those who are not. Death does not make her said anymore, she once killed the love of her life because of what she was and Norma realized it in herself that she cannot stop being the promised Harbinger of Death. Now, Norma embraces who she is and does not dread taking the lives of others as she is used to being around death since coming to terms with the fact it will always be with her. Norma stood on the small stage in front of a crowd of people, a small smile waned on her face as she sung to the people, serenading them with her soft, wavy voice, “I will love you 'til the end of time, I would wait a million years, promise you'll remember that you're mine….”Every song Norma wrote was on the lives that she took, both on accident and purposefully. Most of the songs were of the love ones she killed, such as her boyfriends and some of her children. Norma said her goodbyes from the crowd, before stepping off to prepare to leave, though as soon as she left to the back she changed her clothes to jean short-shorts, a white tee, and red converse, then left through the back to take a walk on the San Fran streets.
Living in the Garden Of Evil
Credit to @emily
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Jul 11, 2016 18:56:36 GMT -6
Post by DEXTER DEBLANE on Jul 11, 2016 18:56:36 GMT -6
sins of the father Dexter loved the chilled air of the night as he loomed upon the doorsteps of Hotel California, cigar smoke slowly curling from his lips as his blue eyes took in the nightlife of San Francisco. The street lamps illuminating the streets. It was an intriguing thing to speculate for one that often kept himself in the darkness of his laboratory. But it was nice to be within fresh air, examining new prey, deciding if and when he'd advance upon his selected prey. Dexter was a predator and always had been, he often acts upon animalistic instinct in almost all occasions except for business, business to him is but a dance. You had to step right, move precisely, and speak with the tongue of a french diplomat. But of course, Dexter was no diplomat nor was he french.
He was the great Dracula, but only a selected few actually new of that little persona of his. After all he kept that detail to himself quite often. Not to mention if you looked at the old pictures that were able to be obtained from Romania and folklore just right beside Dexter's recent pictures. You would see an uncanny similarity, but unfortunately you would not live to tell the tale. There were many skeletons buried deep within his closet due to that endeavour. But once revealed, he would not hide it no longer. Almost as if he was proud of the carnage that he had caused over the centuries.
As his thoughts bled through the now, he placed his cigar between his lips. Taking in a slow drag as he sighed, this night was proving to be boring. There lacked any living being dwelling upon the streets, well around the streets pertaining to Hotel California due to it's... little reputation of people checking in but never checking out. Well... certain people, people that were not supernatural. Human. But creatures such as Dexter had to survive somehow, yes? Besides he was sure that either Valarie and or James had the best accommodations of getting San Francisco's finest.
But the sweet scent of a demonic presence filled the air, causing the vampire to tap the ash off his cigar as his eyes fell within the direction the scent was coming from. Now what was a demon doing out all alone amongst themselves, he wondered? Taking the last drag of his cigarette he flicked it within the street as he descended the steps of the Hotel. Leaving Liz with a message stating he'd be back to anybody that came to look for him.
Tucking his hands within the pockets of his jeans, he began his walk. Observing the figure from far away before slowly advancing upon them. Finding out that it was a female and she had a distinct air about her, one that should be wary of but Dexter was not. In fact it only made him feel more comfortable as he began to walk side by side with the woman. Staring ahead before he parted his lips to speak. "A woman such as yourself should not be walking the streets at night, especially in a neighborhood such as this." He stated simply, not even looking at her though he could see her cat like features from his side view. What an interesting find this girl was, but would she be as interesting as she appeared to be or just another pretty face to look at? Suppose it all determined upon the demon that walked alongside him and how she took this predicament and would be the one to consequence what would lead further. oh hello there. ♡
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Jul 14, 2016 13:29:33 GMT -6
Post by NORMA JEAN on Jul 14, 2016 13:29:33 GMT -6
Norma, Meeting, DEXTER DEBLANE lyrics @ Lana Del Rey. notes – words - 680ish
In the Land of Gods and Monsters I was an Angel
The night does not bother Norma at all as it is something familiar to her and has been the moment she accepted what she was and her what she could do. Death has morphed Norma into a different person from whom she once was, and it’s both a good thing, although let it be known that she is still very much conflicted by her somewhat humanity. When she was younger, still easily influential, her father was human and her mother was the deadly sin of Jealous, yet if it wasn’t for her father she would be a mindless hag that comes in the night to kill those whose time is near without any remorse. Although, Norma feels remorse, she feels sadness, happiness, and love, yet the last two she recognizes that she could never have for herself.
All her lovers were either killed directly or indirectly by her powers as death is like her shadow and she brings it everywhere she goes. Norma has many children out there that are more or less like her, a Banshee, though the thing was Norma is the first and original Banshee that was ever created. Some say she is an angel of death and others say she is that of the evil fae, who comes to steal souls and take people’s lives. In a sense, Norma is all of those things, she is the harbinger of death, the omen of death, and the weeping woman.
Norma walked the silent streets in her mundane clothing, her cherry red hair blowing lightly in the wind as she walked. The demon did not have much to worry about because if she was in any danger she would know it in herself that she was going to die, which is another thing Norma worries about, could she tell her own death? All the she does not fear death, but at the same time it makes her wonder would she see her death like she sees everyone else’s. Norma pushed that thought out of her head as she walked, her senses high on alert as she does, though her sixth sense is always on working similarly to that of a satellite. She can tell what supernatural is around, but not specifically of what it is, but she can just tell if somebody was paranormal or not.
The supernatural world does not fear her, other demons do not fear her, and more or less many people fear her because she is both the bringer of death and the messenger of death as it’s just something nobody wants to mess with. Norma sensed the presence of someone coming up behind her and already she could tell they are of the supernatural category, but the demoness continued her walk done the lane, ignoring what is left of her time alone. The banshee turned to her side to see the taller man walking next to her, keeping close to her pace of walking, and she only smirked a bit as she turned away and continued her walk. As close as he stood to her, Norma could smell the death right off of him to tell her enough that he was a vampire, which was no surprise as it was the night and she is walking on a dark street. She listened to what he said and she chuckled a little bit, “A normal woman would probably have taken heed to your words, and probably was already frightened,” Norma said as she turned towards the vampire, “Im neither one of those things.”
Norma has been approached many times for favors to be done, though most times she was summoned for revenge killings, so it was strange for someone to walk up to her out of the blue. Norma asked boldly, “Now what deal are we making here tonight?, usually I am summoned for deal makings.” Norma continued, “What is it? Revenge kills?”
Living in the Garden Of Evil
Credit to @emily
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Aug 30, 2016 22:05:16 GMT -6
Post by DEXTER DEBLANE on Aug 30, 2016 22:05:16 GMT -6
sins of the father A chuckle escaped Dexter as he kept his hands tucked within his jeans as he downcast his gaze to the ground, his blue eyes defocusing as he thought briefly about what she said. Taking note that she was not like any other woman and tilted his head to the side as if he was confused, in reality he was easing into her telling him on her own accord. "You mistaken me for an amateur, my lady. I did not summon you as if i had i would have had you summoned within the room that i had been staying in within Hotel California. But alas, i just walked up to you due to the different aura you carry than others. I do not allow others to do my dirty work, it ruins the fun." He spoke honestly as his blue eyes drew up to admire the creature beside him. A coy smirking playing along his lips, she would make a good addition to the collection he was trying to reobtain.
"Tell me, my dear. Is your life so trapped and dull that you always expect one to have dealings with you? I assure you i am not like no man... nor am i like any man. Allow me to introduce myself, truly." he paused as he made his way to stand before her, taking her hand delicately within his right hand as it slipped out of his jeans. Blue eyes never left hers as he kissed her knuckles with a coy smile. "I am Dexter Deblane, an honorable businessman that can possibly change your life forever. Though there is more to me then meets the eye, i assure you that i am but a humble servant of the fine arts. Granted that is what you are... or what you have slipped yourself into to be noticed. Your voice carries, it's delicate in the wind yet sharper then a double edged blade. I aplore you, that you are but honored in my presence demon. What is it that i should call you my dear? Demon is so informal." Of course he was using his charm to get his way, this would often go sour when they didn't go his way. Which often Florianna made sure to do in the past. however, he wouldn't make that mistake again. If he couldn't have her well... he'd assure that either nobody would have her or that her life was extremely hell. Especially when she figured out that he was the one that took her lover's hand.
But as he thought of what to do with this demon, nothing came to mind. Well yet anyway, he was still processing how he'd use her. What her abilities truly were and why he felt so drawn to her, for he always felt that way with people that were often special. Often different then the norm, the ones that wouldn't be missed by civilization. After all Pompeii to many people was just a island that got destroyed by a volcano. None of the new generation even knew of the old gods, just the new christian made one. The one that damned Dexter to this state of being for renouncing him and his faith due to taking his beloved a long time ago. The thought caused his brow to furrow, he hated when those memories filtered into the present. Dexter wasn't the type to dwell upon memories that served useless emotions that weren't needed anymore. So shrugging he simply gave the demon a twisted smile as he waited to see what her reaction to him would be. After all it was rare that the vampire was ever bored. repost ♡
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Sept 1, 2016 15:56:09 GMT -6
Post by NORMA JEAN on Sept 1, 2016 15:56:09 GMT -6
Norma, Meeting, DEXTER DEBLANE lyrics @ Lana Del Rey. notes – words - 800ish
In the Land of Gods and Monsters I was an Angel
Norma walked with the vampire down the quiet street, a smile playing on her lips as she was no longer alone, but with a gentleman to some degree. Generally she would be pleased in being by herself and only having the darkness as her company, but over sometime even the lonesome will want some kind of attention from another. Although, Norma was given a life of eternal servitude to death as it will continue to follow her everywhere she goes, whether she causes it or finds it as she is the Original Banshee. Her job is nothing to gloat about because its something she cannot fuck up as there is a natural balance in the world and she is one of the many factors that keeps it on its right side and not off the edge. Death works in many ways, Norma operates in prophesied deaths or deaths by revenge, meaning anyone who wants to commit deaths through vengeful purposes only. If someone wanted to be with Norma, then they will have to get used to seeing blood, her scream to the point your ears my bleed themselves, or disappearing in the middle of the night. Norma is a busy woman, operating for death is a forever deal she was born into and is expected to fulfill it.
Does Norma have time to do normal things, sure she does and singing is pretty much what she likes to do, and meeting other people would probably come later. Who doesn’t want to sleep with a pretty singer? Norma has had many partners in her lifetime as well as children, of course she has a history in killing most of her children out of fear they will become like her and her mates out of pure accident. Falling in love is something that she is very much over with and doesn’t want to find any hope in that department as she is completely with just getting laid, leaving the next day. There was too much pain and too much commitment in love that, once upon a time, she would have maybe considered it, but the killing of her first true love because of who she was really pushed her decision.
When Norma looks at the vampire next to her, she doesn’t see someone she will fall in love with, but she does find him interesting in both his presence and his looks. When Norma spoke to him, he was listening carefully and when he spoke to her, he chose his words very carefully, though she could sense he was trying to pry into her story. Norma has no problem in telling of who she is because whats the point of hiding her true identity? Hell she has her own page in many grimoires of Wiccans, so she shouldn’t be much of a secret anyways. Norma turned to look at the vampire as she responded, “If there are any others like you, I may be put out of work, at least partially.” If Norma wasn’t called onto do the dirty work of others, she wouldn’t totally be put out of work, but her popularity among the Wiccan community would die down. Although, Norma would like to stop being forcefully summoned all over the place as its tasking and annoying.
Norma doesn’t get surprised for often, if not at all, but the vampire stepping in front of her and grabbing her on the wrist to only kiss it and introduce himself did catch the demoness off-guard. The gesture made Norma smile as she stood before the dashing Dexter Deblane, a charming fellow he seems to be, but Norma knows better because death hangs on his shoulders like a shadow. Norma spoke neatly as kept her hand in the hand of the vampire, “Norma Jean is what I go by now, though I have many names other than just ‘Demon’, you may know me as the Omen of Death or the Original Banshee. I don’t really care on what name you wish to choose.” Norma said as she watched Dexter’s blues, before slipping her hand gently out of the vampire’s hand, “Although, it is nice to meet you, Dexter Deblane. A man of mystery himself, whose words are as sweet as honey, although the man himself is anything but,” Norma continued as she watched the vampire with a small smirk, “Like you said about me, your words are charming, but your meaning is twisted. You are very much a wonder to me, a wonder Im already quite interested in learning, especially of this business you own.”
Living in the Garden Of Evil
Credit to @emily
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