"I am Vivianne LaCroix, I work as a Doctor at the Santa Monica Morgue," She began, her tone not unfriendly but certainly not laying out the welcome mat for the quad of fledglings, "Now the reason I am telling you this is because I was pulled away from my daily life with the Camarilla to babysit you four."<br/><br/>Adrian raised an eyebrow at her words. "Well, so sorry that we inconvenienced you with the whole 'being turned' and all. I'm sure we'll strive to not be so selfish in the future." He muttered. As she went on to list rules, Adrian let his mind wander, only half paying attention to what she said. He thought that the vampire life was no different from a kine's, except he was nocturnal and could now toss dumpsters around.<i>Obey the rules, do as you're told and you can expect to enjoy a nice long boring existence. What fun. </i><br/><br/>When Vivi finished and asked for questions, Adrian leaned forward and brought his hand up to his face in a exaggerated attempt at thinking of a question. In reality, he was using his peripheral vision to sneak a peek at Emo girls legs for a brief moment or two. When he was done, Adrian brought his head back up. "Do we still have to pay taxes?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>