<div class="floatleft">(http://i39.tinypic.com/2cs8hew.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;">Elise Mauvais</span></em></span><br/>Murphy's Tavern<br/>Day 1, Night<br/>Tagged: Renair, William<br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Elise could now be bubbling with joy and excitement, the knowledge of all the strange events around her beginning to unfold. As kindhearted and endearing as she was, nothing would ever change who and, more precisely, what the woman was, so her inner child began to dance as all the drama and disaster began to plague the little town. In all the time she had spent there so far, the only interesting item she had come to find was little Aryanna and her hidden hybrid abilities. Now it seemed as if the whole world was converging in The Middle of Nowhere, Utah, just to act as a little show and plaything for the young Frenchwoman. It was obvious that her play things were growing in numbers, the show becoming longer, as the Knight made his way over to her.<br/><br/><em>"Bonjour, William,"</em>her accent seemed thick for a moment, as if she did not know a lick of English. Fingers tracing over the face in the photo, she pondered a moment before her eyes returned to the man.<em>"Unfortunately, I have not seen him recently, yet the face looks so... familier? Oui, familier."</em>She nodded, as if telling herself that her chosen word was correct, before continuing.<em>"Perhaps it is because he is so grotesque and rude-looking. Perhaps he is French?"</em>What little color resided in her eyes danced a fiery dance, amusement at her own little joke. It was true that the man looked familiar to her, but she had not seen him in the eyes of any of those within the town, so she could not be sure what it was that made him stand out. However, there was a strong likelihood that she would soon find out.<br/><br/>The other vampire came towards them, something she pondered out of the corner of her eyes. Upon his arrival, as she listened to his little speech and noted the sincere look on his face, it took everything she had not to bust out laughing. The slight turn of her head and cough into her hand could easily be played off as a distaste for the cigarette smoke that wafted towards them from the bar. It was amazing that this old vampire would try such a thing; try to seem so honest and caring, when that was so obviously not the case in any way, shape or form. Oh, how her excitement bubbled at this new predicament. What is it that he was trying to play against the Knight? Whatever it was, Elise wanted to see it, leaving her little room to work against him. Instead, she chose to work with this crook of a vampire, and smiled sweetly at his greeting.<br/><br/><em>"Bien sûr! Mon nom est Elise Mauvais. Il est tout à fait le plaisir de vous rencontrer, monsieur."</em>The Knight obviously saw nothing wrong with Elise, so if she were to show a subtle friendliness to the dark hearted one, it would be simple for him to allow her a front seat at his show. Smiling sweetly at both gentlemen, she leaned back slightly against the window, the cold of the night air that chilled the glass causing a faint sliding of goosebumps to trickle over her back and to her chest and arms before disappearing. It was strange how a creature with no warmth inside could be affected by the simplest of things. Or was it that she allowed herself to be affect, still trying to cling to some sort of humanity?