Thanatos finally fished the damned lighter out of his left pants pocket, opening the Zippo and inhaling but a little. The end of the cigarette danced with excitement as the flames engulfed it. With a flick of the wrist, the lighter was closed and put in his jacket pocket, along with three wallets, and a few select pieces of jewelry he had lifted from earlier that night.

He pulled out the wallets and began to rummage through each one, taking the money and credit cards out and placing the rest of it on the ground between his legs. He noticed slight movement out of the corner of his eye, but chose not to acknowledge it, and felt the presence of someone a few rows back, but was not worried about them at all.

He propped his feet up on the ledge, using the cold steel bars of the balcony safety fencing as a foot rest, and continued looking at his newly acquired picture ID's. He noticed something strange about the two others. Not that they were vampires, no, but they were both female.

The crowd below was blaring forth, making it hard to hear anything beyond yelling. He took a drag of his smoke, grabbed it between his index and middle finger of his right hand. He held the smoke in for a long pause, and then let the smoke billow out from his nostrils, up over the brim of his hat and into the air ducts of the ventilation system.

He didn’t notice it until just then. He knew that smell, every vampire did. It made his stomach churn made him hungry. He placed the cigarette back in his mouth, and replaced all that he deemed useful from the wallets back into his coat pocket.

He stood, turned, and looked at the two women, acknowledging the first with a headshake, and the other with a toothless smile.

Taking the smoke out of his mouth, "aahh, I'm parched. Would you ladies like me to send someone up here with drinks for the both of you?" he paused for a moment looked to the both of them and in a semi high pitched tone, "hmm," and with that he walked down the isle, and down the stairs.

Thanatos leaned against the wall in the back of the room, listening to the random chatter of the night’s patrons. The lounge band played a light melody, something from Bach. The smoke from his cigarette licked the underside of his wide brimmed hat, the smoke wafting up and leaving no stain on the white fabric.

The maître d' carried his drinks and plates of little tidy food stuffing’s around the room, handing them to select guests. As one walked by, he offered a drink, and Thanatos placed the cup on the table.

He plucked the cigarette from his mouth and placed it in the ashtray, scooping the wine glass up in his hand, bringing it to his mouth to sniff the sweet nectar. The aroma filled his nostrils with a gratifying sense of the purest joy. He let his senses tingle and be enveloped by the smell, until the last second when he imbibed the drink. He put the glass down and walked from the room, headed to find a seat. Nothing touched his white suit as he left the room.

The actual theatre was cooler than the parlor, the cold air flirting with his exposed facial features. He looked for an open seat, but none could be seen for the front row. Behind him rose the large balcony, every seat open. He found the stairs, and a seat up front. He pulled out another cigarette and plopped it in his mouth, using his left fang to keep it in place. He reached inside his jacket pocket, and began to rummage for his lighter.

.She herself had had her own trouble finding a seat when she had came in so naturally she had had to sit up here as well, and becuase of that was practically right next to the seat he was in. Her gaze swept and lingered upon the form of the male who had just came to watch the show, she herself wondered why she was here, she wasn't quite in the "mood" to watch any concerts or shows or anything right now but whatever.

Even though she was here she still wore her normal outfit which consisted of a short leather mini skirt, black fishnet worn underneath that, red leather lace up boots on her feet. Her upper half was covered by tight black silk and leather lacey corset covered by a tight black leather jacket. Trusty whip was at her side, along with her dagger and an assortment of other weapons. On her hands was of course leather, leahter gloves, red as well, ones that went up to her elbows, the fingers were cut off along with knuckle holes. The only reason the fingers were cut off was for her long blood red nails, which those were weapons in themselves yet she still carried the other ones. Overall everything was pretty revealing, not like she cared though. It ecspecially was when you got at the right angles or positions, yet didn't bother her, she was quite the little..strange one she was, often did things that most looked down upon, others loved, who knew and who cared really. Her long raven hair was blown lightly by the wind, it was perfectly straight in some places, wavy in others and pretty much every other assortment and type hair could be. It went down to the bottom of her shouldar blades, overall silky smooth.

Her gaze of pitted mahagony tinted eyes flecked with molten silver continued to linger upon the form, he certainly looked way more exciting then any of the others here. She would've said something but didn't particuarly knew his views on watching or paying attention to the show or what not so she simply gave a nod of greeting, if he saw it he saw it, if not oh well.

}ooc.hope you don't remind me replying ^^ your char seems interesting, plus i was bored lol{

The night was still young and so it would be spent to its full potential by this particular being, the one who walked in with a crystal fluke in hand, filled half way with sweet wine. Aside from the usual wine was a favoured beverage, its bitter and sweet taste all in one, may as well be straight from the veins. She found herself a seat, being sure to sweep away any crums or anything to keep from filfthying her recently attained leather jacket and white dress. Her seat was two or three rows back from the other two, which by now she was well aware of their presence and of what they were. One of them though she could have mistaken, by appearence, as one member of a group of humans she had seen earliar, a bunch of stalking broads yelling obscene remarks and leading men into shadows for pleasure.

Thadyne removed her cabby hat and ran her fingers through her coffee brown hair to unsettle it. With a last sip the fluke was emptied and she committed her attention to the audience, searching for anyone who srtuck her as interesting enough to be her next meal.

.She gave a light shrug at his question, figuring he wasn't really offering, just outta politeness, she was fine anyways. Otherwise she didn't do anything else, she gave a quick glance around before settling down more comfortable in her seat, although she still didn't watch the show, she just caught herself wondering why had she come here? She had been bored, yet coming here hadn't solved anything, she was still bored. Oh well, maybe someone would be bored too and they'd strike up some type of conversation, who knew.

(ooc: not to good post i know..i'm on the phone, listening to music, my sister's yelling at me and here i am trying to post decent..lol..obviously it's not working)

As chance would have it, Marcus was ascending the very same stairs that Thanatos descended. The Amman leader was dressed in what could be considered finery compared to his usual garb, and seemed much more the aristocrat than he was accustomed. He wore a finely tailored waistcoat of evergreen velvet which highlighted the emerald hues of his eyes, and beneath this was the customary off-white dress shirt, though it was indeed buttoned and the cuffs were folded neatly back.

For leg wear, he wore simple black dress slacks, every fold pressed into appropriate alignment. On his feet were polished dress shoes, the glimmer of the overhead lantern of the stairway reflecting odd shapes in their smooth surfaces as he moved up the stairwell. Finally, his autumn brown locks were pulled back into a slightly curly tail at the base of his neck, and held there by a nearly invisible elastic band.

He made quite the dignified gentleman despite his apparent age of no older than nineteen, and he nodded graciously to any who gave him a curious look, veiled as they were. He could sense at least three of his kind in the establishment that evening; an unusually high concentration of immortals, considering how it was rare enough that he found one other on his usual visits to the Ave.

Thanatos slid the cigarette back into his mouth, picking his steps down the stairs. He could see shadows cast onto the stairs from the base, the lights placed strategically almost to have that desired affect. The largest shadow though, was from a man dressed in an old 17th century style garment, with an awful colored shirt underneath. The hue of the chemise didn’t quite compliment the tunic, quite like the effect the tunic had on his eyes.

The pants matched the shoes; at least his lower half was in harmony.

Thanatos puffed on his smoke, rolling it over his lips to the corner of his mouth with his tongue. The smoke cast a reflection into his eyes, the smoke sliding out from under his hat, and the light glow illuminating his face.

He stopped in the mans path of travel, blocking his vision of the top of the stairs. He took a small drag and pulled the cigarette out of his mouth.

Why does he look so familiar…

“Welcome to the Ave Verum Mr.…” the smoke in his lungs dancing out in front of him as he spoke.

Luckily for Thanatos, Marcus had close off his mind from the invasion of other's thoughts, since he was so surrounded by other beings that it would have driven him mad to hear them all. Had he heard the Ishak's assessment of his formal wear, he likely would have had a thing or two to say regarding the other vampire's choice of eye-sore adornments, perhaps more appropriate for a 1920's dinner club than the dignified theatre.

As it was, however, he took a moment to display immediate distaste towards the other by subtler means. As the smoke billowed into his breathing space, Marcus gave a meaningful cough before eyeing the other vampire a little coldly and replying, "Felsen. Marcus Felsen. You are aware that this establishment prefers that smoking be done outside? The performers don't appreciate clouded air."

Thanatos stifled his little chuckle, and looked at this odd being. He was a vampire, that was no doubt, but unlike a vampire he “cared” at least a little about the well being of the mere mortals he would call food. He took another drag from his cigarette, it almost gone, then blew the smoke out over his left shoulder, not letting his eyes leave his.

“Mortal rules serve no purpose in my book, there for I answer to the few needed to keep your balance,” he voiced, “but the well being of those here concern me not.” He finished by flicking the end of the cigarette, sending smoldering ash in a small cloud before him, then placed the butt in one of the light’s outer casing’s.

He turned his stair back on Marcus, meeting his earlier glare with as much vigor and politeness Marcus had shown him.

“The interesting part of this whole ordeal is, that in truth, my smoking does not sour the taste of the arteries. Nor does it bother the patrons or anyone in the building for that matter, with the exception of you of course. My concerns are my own, and my lively hood does interfere with so called balance you say is necessary for us to follow,” he almost growled, being careful not to overstep his boundaries, “so, if it's any consolation to you, they have air ducts.”

Thanatos stood there for a moment, keeping every muscle in his body taught, ready to jump from harms way should Marcus feel the need to lunge.

Marcus remained silent through out the other's speech, carefully gathering together any reactions of rash thought or comment toward what was said and smothering them into non-existence. From the look of Thanatos's stance after he had finished his blunt assessment of what he thought to be Marcus's belief system, the younger vampire expected the violent reaction that was brewing within the Amman leader. However, it wouldn't do to break out into a supernatural battle in the middle of a theatre crowded with mortals, and Marcus held no intention of giving Thanatos the satisfaction of knowing that his remarks had irked him.

All hostility in his expression filtered away into a careless smile as he shrugged one shoulder. "You may wish to take mortal rules into consideration, before your lack of courteousy lands you into a nasty predicament with their law enforcement. Sunlight does filter into prison cells, I've heard," he commented easily as he brushed past Thanatos. After the subtle threat was said, the curious Mr. Felsen had vanished among the mortals.

Thanatos kept his chest facing Marcus as he walked passed. And after the bump as he reached the crest of the stairs, he called back.

"Do you not even have the polite manner to ask me of my name!?" he finished in a crescendo, loud enough for those at the bottom of the steps to hear him.

It was too late, Marcus was gone, and Thanatos had a curious notion to ponder. He had mentioned something about sunlight and jail cell. Did this Marcus Felsen not understand that the Ishak could just as easily rise above, turning to mist, and slipping out through the tinniest of cracks. Bars would be much simpler.

He brushed the imaginary dirt that Marcus had placed on the shoulder of his nice white suit as he walked down the stairs, shaking his head. There he caught the arm of a young female server that was headed out to the entourage called front row seating, and looked deep into her subconscious. He reached into her thoughts and crushed her will with that single gaze, placing ideas and thoughts as he raced through her head.

You will take these drinks upstairs to the two women sitting close to the stairs. Afterward, you will then go and get more drinks and return to the same spot. You will forget about your other obligations and serve only us, no matter what the others say

The breath that left his mouth was sweet and scented, like that of a mango or orange, as he whispered into her ear.

“Do you understand…” and before he could finish her head was moving in a slow up and down gesture, “Good!”

He let go of her arm and she walked up the stairs and disappeared. Thanatos walked through a set of large double dove style doors and to the ivory white bar. He leaned on the counter and waved the bartender over.

“Lets have a spitfire with a geigercounter chaser, and to follow it all off lets leave with a thunderclap and champagne, thanks.”

He waited a moment for the man to return with two shot glasses, one set ablaze. He gripped the spitfire and downed the entire ounce of alcohol in one sound gulp, before putting the glass down and picking up his geigercounter. He held it for a moment, letting it burn, then blowing it out and imbibing the second shot. He placed the subsequent shot glass on the counter. His straight face was all the encouraging the bar needed for applause, consuming two of the most potent drinks that have been prepared. The bartender told him it was all free of charge for a show like that, and not vomiting all over his bar. Thanatos took his thunderclap in a gracious hand and headed back for his seat.

He found it easy enough, though some were astonished that he were able to walk after consuming that amount of liquor in such little time. He crested the top to find the curious fellow Marcus seated, something he found surprising. Thanatos figured Marcus would be afraid to upset the mortals by taking their seat.

He looked directly at Marcus, tipping the champagne glass in his direction.

“I thought it would be loutish to not offer something for a new beginning between us,” he called out, finishing and walking toward the peculiar dressed vampire.

(ooc; i'm still here, not like you two worried or really care but I would've posted IC earlier but didn't for some odd reason..I'll post a short one now though cuz' I might have to go soon)

.Her gaze was swept behind those dark glasses towards the figure of the other with the green clothing and slacks and what not. She hadn't seen him eralier, maybe he had just arrived. She continued watching the scene of them below her talking, she'd lost interest in the show a while ago and again was trying to find things of keeping her here and not suddenly leaving and standing and why not watching them? It might be rude she knew but she was bored, what could she say.

As their little "chat" ended and the male in the green came to sit down she gave him a nod of greeting with a little knowing smile, although she didn't know anything at all of him or things like that but she was just like that to do some random thing like that, one that was quickly followed to be given to the other returning male as well. She didn't say anything though, if they wanted to talk they could, otherwise for the moment she was content staying silent and just nodding to the others.

Moving unnoticed among the mortals towards the balcony seats, Marcus clearly heard Thanatos’s irritated query, and smiled to himself as he ascended the shorter flight of stairs to the gathering of theatre chairs. He really ought to not become so amused by meddling with other immortals, but the arrogant breed commonly found under the coven name Ishak were particularly difficult for him to leave alone.

Politely excusing himself as he made his way past already seated mortal patrons, who found no need to wonder at his pale skin or cold touch should they happen to find it brushing against them, Marcus kept his peripheral vision on an empty seat a short distance away from where the other two vampires he had sensed were seated. Upon reaching said spot, he smiled briefly back to the female who gave a nod of greeting, and then flipped the seat cushion down and settled himself on the plush velvet.

He straightened his garments, and plucked up a playbill that had been tucked under the arm of his seat from a previous performance. He skimmed it over briefly, and recognized it as a description of a concert he’d witnessed last week. It had been of passing grade; one of the cellos and two of the violins had been out of perfect tuning; not enough for a mortal to notice, but given the sensitivity of his vampire ears, it had been a form of torture to listen to the entire set that they put on.

He was just replacing the neatly folded sheet when he sensed Thanatos’s return, and glanced up just in time to meet the Ishak’s eyes. “How unpredictably courteous of you,” he replied in return, smiling slightly with an eyebrow arched subtly.

Thanatos made his way through the larger than normal mortal crowd that had gathered up on the balcony. He noticed the servant girl he had sent up earlier making her way towards the two female vampires.

He glanced back at Marcus, and rapidly decerned, form his new location on the floor, that the quickest way to make it to him would be to jump there. But to save Marcus' precious wishes, he walked.

He stopped and took a slight bow to the side of Marcus, extending his arm champagne in hand.

"Im not sure if you Amman can imbibe this but I thought it a nice gesture to bring you something," he finished lifting the seat next to Marcus with his foot and taking a seat.

The light from the stage made the shiny metal through his right eyebrow glitter in the pale light.

Marcus accepted the offered glass without apparent hesitation, his expression remaining vaguely amused as he raised the champagne in Thanatos's direction as if in a toast before taking a sip. He wasn't the type to consume alcohol on a regular basis, but doing so did not cause him any ill reactions. Briefly, he allowed the flavour of the beverage to burn into his tongue before swallowing.

"Indeed it was a nice gesture," he remarked after his mouth had cleared, his lips having pulled themselves into a part smile as he glanced again to the Ishak. "However I have the feeling that such acts of chivalry are not something you commonly perform with relative strangers, and the question of why you chose to do so begs to be asked."