☠Ninth Reel: A long, long day [OPEN]

[redcinemareel]

Who: Grell redcinemareel & YOU?!
When: January 7th /May 19th or 20th & January 8th/May 21st
Where: Various Locations
What: Grell lives a busy life! Catch her in her natural environment!
Rating/Warning: Grell's Attitude.

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Day One
At the Academy Part A: In class!

Class has just begun, and she's handing out the syllabus for the rest of the semester which list all the readings, tests, quizzes, and materials they would need for her class. The list is very detailed, and there is definitely a requirement of physical textbooks for her classes. The new faces in the crowd look pretty bewildered at her requests, and probably upset.

"This class will be a short one, as we'll start our lesson tomorrow. For now, I will be taking any questions, or complaints, you may have."



At the Academy Part B: In the office!

Dealing with disgruntled students was what she did best, but even Grell needed a break. She's currently steeping a teabag into her usual red mug in the teacher's room. Surely she can't mess that up, right? Right! Try to stir up a conversation, or attempt to grab a teabag from her personal tin in front of her. The latter may be dealt with violence...



Day Two
At her lingerie shop: Juliet's Lair

It's a business day, and there was a sale going on! All Christmas themed items were being sold for 75% off, along with a few items being sold for buy one, get one at half off. She was currently at the counter, looking through a fashion magazine, marking a few pages with thin sticky notes. Spring was coming soon, and a change in stock is needed!

Her flyers were everywhere she could possibly get them placed, so she expects customers to come in and see what the fuss was all about.



After hours at home: CLOSED TO FAMILY

The family was in dire need of a family meeting, if only to see what they know, share info, and overall get on their nerves somehow. It'll be at her newly repaired apartment she shares with Marco and Thatch. Grell made sure to bring snacks for them, but she doesn't expect to be feeding anyone to capacity. That's what delivery was for!



Day One or Two: WILDCARD!!

Make your own prompt! I'll roll with it!

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[singinghuntress]

She was right. Rip snickered softly. "I should haf guessed it vas zhe Hellsing Voman. Ve haf a bit of a history I guess you could zay." They couldn't stand each other and Rip was more than happy to admit she planned on making the woman's life.. interesting in ways she would not like.

Rip stepped into the room and broke into a fang filled grin at the items she was seeing. "Yes, I ran a leather shop in zhe last place I inhabited. I did everyzhing from kill zhe beasts, to tanning zhe hide... to dying it und making zhings out of it. It vas fun doing something constructive vith my hands for once instead of destructive." She was gravitating towards the restraints and outfits, running her fingers over the material and feeling a little more... relaxed.

"I'm Rip van Winkle if you're vondering, und I haf to say your shop iz fantastic~."

[redcinemareel]

Another person with "history" in relation to someone already here. She wonders if this history was for good or bad. With Integra, it could go either way.

"What a small world we've ended up in~! I bet there will be far more connections by the end of the year."

She watched as the woman seemed to admire the restraints. They were a personal favorite, as well. Her fingers roam over a crop whip, smiling. "It would be lovely to make some specialty products with you, if you ever get the time.. More than likely, they would sell well in the Pleasure District." Not a fan of that area, but business was business.

"Rip van Winkle? You look quite youthful!" Grell grinned with a light chuckle. "Grell Sutcliff. Well met."

[singinghuntress]

She let her fingers linger over a set of padded leather cuffs, feeling the leather and stitching with expert hands as she admired the work. Making things like this was child's play to her and something she did with a lot less available tools than what could be gotten here. Maybe if her assigned jobs didn't work out, this would be something she could fall back on for credits.

"I zhink I vould enjoy zhat very much~. Und if I am lucky, you vill be right und I vill haf plenty of connections by zhen." She smiled as she finally let the cuffs go and moved to toy with a flogger.

"It's easy to look zo youthful vhen you don't age anymore." She ran her fingers over the floggers handle and grinned a little more. "Zhank you Grell. I zhink, that the one zhat mentioned zhis place vas right. Ve might get alone swimmingly."

[redcinemareel]

"Ah~? Is that becoming a trend nowadays?" Grell knew all about not ageing much. Sure, reapers still aged, but not as quickly as humans.

She crossed her eyes, smiling with a curious look. "Just who sent you here? I think I owe them a gift." Surely if they're bringing Grell new friends with potentially similar tastes, then they deserved a nice card.

[singinghuntress]

"It iz vhen you're not human anymore." And vampires were definitely NOT human by a long shot. Rip revels in her bloodthirsty nature when she's allowed to and is more than happy to literally rip her enemies apart.. with or without her beloved musket.

"Hm...Never did get hiz name. He vas blonde zhough und said.." She paused for a moment and smiled a little. "Vell, he mentioned you vhere his vife und zhat ve had similar tastes."

[redcinemareel]

"I wonder if everyone learning that DEATH could bring eternal youth would become a sought after venture worth making a profit from." It was an idea that Grell was honestly thinking over. People would do anything for beauty lately.

Oh, so it was Marco, hmm? All Grell could do was laugh. "How fortunate to have married someone who knows me so well! I'm definitely giving him a treat for his thoughtfulness!"

[singinghuntress]

"Possibly, but zhere are people here zhat vould zhink such a corruption vould be... unsavory. Like our dear friend, Sir Hellsing. Of course, she vould love nozhing more than to haf my head on a platter... She can be even more vicious zhan zhe vampires she employes back home." Rip gently slaps the flogger against her hand, just testing it out as she glances to her newest friend.

"To offer eternal youth und immortality iz a tricky sale. You vould haf to find zhe right desperate fools to buy it."

She grinned a little. Unfortunately, Rip was unable to create more of her kind, but, it wouldn't stop her from tricking someone into giving her a free meal if she felt hungry enough. "Zhen he is a very lucky man. I also vonder just how much ve do haf in common."

[redcinemareel]

"And yet these items, and the Pleasure District, are making quite the profit. It's society that deems what is and is not unsavory, and I don't particularly think they're in the proper place to make that decision most times. Besides, there are plenty of fools, which would make cleanup a breeze."

Grell sounded very well versed in this area, because she was. Hearing about the nature of Rip and Integra's connection made things interesting. Playing both sides of the coin would be fun and dangerous.

"Oh, I'm certain we wouldn't be too different," she said with a grin.

[singinghuntress]

"Exactly. Vho is to say vat is right und vat is wrong? I may find zhe screams of my prey soothing, anozher find zhem horrendus und take offense... und zhey haf no issue raising a mob to take down zhe one individual zhat thinks differently. Humans und society are very... fickle creatures. Yet, you haf zhe ones in zhe crowd vho are foolish enough to take a deal at face value. Zhey are zhe delicious ones."

Rip gently put down the flogger even if it was tempting to crack it across her hand for effect more than anything. Another time perhaps. Rip was a creature that thrived on conflict and chaos. It was during the hunt and in the battlefield where she felt alive again. And.. perhaps she's been too complacent as of late.

This new place riled her up, shook the tranquility she had developed and stole away things she held dear. To not retaliate would be very unlike her, and she couldn't have that.

"I'm sure~. He mentioned ve might get along after I started talking about my adoration for bloodshed und zhe beauty of a newly created blood splatter on a vhite vall."

[redcinemareel]

Nodding, Grell adjusted her glasses, listening to the tirade against society. "Delicious? You don't hear that everyday. It would be a fit punishment, though."

To be devoured as punishment for heinous crimes should be implemented, in her opinion. Maybe she'll see how the consensus would react to such an idea, but she may already know the answer.

"Yes, indeed! Every time I see something so...pure white, I sometimes wonder what pattern I could make. Sometimes, even your mood can change your initial theme. I do miss such a life." It was very nostalgic o think back on all the fun she had with Angelina.

[singinghuntress]

"How can I not think of zhe fools as delicious~? At my very core I am a predator of humans, zhe volf stalking zhe sheep und vaiting for them to stray from zhe flock so I can haf my meal und terrorize zhe rest with a reminder of vhat goes bump in zhe night."

If such a punishment were implemented, Rip vould live like royalty devouring those shoved her way. Of course, it could easily turn on the Huntress... all the more reason to be selective and careful of her meals. It's a pity the rest would never see the beauty of such a system.

"You're right und zhe terror of zhe victim can flavor zhe blood beautifully if you vere like myself. It's that flavor zhat adds to the deed! You create art with vat you don't consume.. a beautiful splash to create a beautiful painting on a once pristine surface... It iz a life vorth living." She sighs softly.

"It vill be zhat hunt I vill miss vhile I am here."

[redcinemareel]

"I don't have much of an appetite for blood, but I don't mind playing with it~!"

She picked up a paddle with holes in it, looking over the wooden grooves as she spoke.

"Why should you miss something you could do?" Being a bad influence was what Grell exceeded in. "Especially if you don't get caught, or even help a cause."

[singinghuntress]

What happens when two creatures who are exceptionally bad influences on others meet? The world was about to find out. Rip smiled as her eyes lingered on the paddle for a few moments, studying the various holes and imagining just what kind of sound it may create when put to the flesh of a playmate... or victim.

"Even if I got caught, I don't fear death or punishment. I haf already been through hell und I doubt zhey could do vorse zhan my own...vell. Lets just say it vasn't pleasant." She glanced up at Grell, curious of just what kind of cause she might have in mind, especially if it lead to the use of some of her special talents.

"Cause~? Und exactly vat might be a vorthy cause in a place like zhis zhat might require a Huntress's expertise?"

[redcinemareel]

"Ah~! Spoke like a true huntress of the night!"Grell really liked Rip, and wondered what trouble they could cause. "I'll be glad to divulge more details, but the walls have ears. Perhaps we could discuss this in a more private setting?"

Because with such a willing participant, Grell would need some privacy to discuss the more gory details.

[singinghuntress]

"I vould be more zhan happy to if you vould lead zhe vay~. Or tell me a time und place if now is inconvenient for you." Gory details lead to gory actions and that was what a certain huntress craved. She reached for the paddle that Grell was holding so she could feel the weight of such a fine instrument and turn it over in her hands.

If there were more people like her.. like them in this place, maybe it won't be so bad after all.