Prey Alone, and Stay Alone {Dem'yan}

[Evie Keelan Gavin]

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Aoibheann sat perched on the porch of an older building, her knees pulled up to her chest. She pressed her lips against her knee, tucking herself tighter into the only thing that resembled her past life; a cloak. Beneath it, she wore the colors of the Coven, as was mandated by their order. A few trinkets were wrapped around her fingers as she watched the crowds moving about. She was keeping an eye for more promising loot… Something that she would be able to use on a later occasion, or something for liesure. Perhaps, she'd find someone selling such wares here. It was, after all, Rustboro.

Now, it was more important than ever to get together the money that she needed. Not just for herself, but for a friend of hers that was attempting to leave the life of the Coven behind. If there was anything that Evie understood, it was the need to escape the restrictive confines of the stone castle. Pressing her lips together, she watched as men and women alike passed her by. Some were holding fat bags of coins while others were lucky to hold a nickle. Others were content at just staring at her as they walked past; their eyes never leaving the Old Blood for fear that she might do damage to them.

What others didn't understand that the Order was put in place, just as much to protect humanity as it was to protect the Old Bloods that resided within it's walls. They had strict rules and guidelines, and were forced to advertise what they were, during times of life where they were allowed to walk the streets. In short, every time the world ended. That way, the humans would know to take caution with them, and know just what they are. The Old Bloods that wore the colors were not the ones to be feared. It was those that refused the colors, and revoked the laws of the Coven to be concerned about.

She swallowed as she watched a group of rather tough raiders walking past. A curvaceous colored woman with deep brown eyes pursed her full lips as her gaze landed on Evie. It was clear that she wasn't welcome here. Perhaps, she would have gotten up and left if it were any other circumstance. But she couldn't. The fate of two was now resting on her shoulders. And she would never forgive herself if Ma'ali had to stay locked up, one more day, in that hell hole.
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[Dem'yan Marov]

There was something cranky in the steps of a Raider with a shitton of loot normally. They knew that they would get next to nothing if they weren't crafty and outwitted the person they bargained with. Dem'yan Marov was not one for the cat and mouse dance that most took thrill in. He had a crew to feed and a rig to keep running. Anything less than what his loot was worth just wouldn't do. They had a few good hauls, but supplies were running low. They didn't need "good hauls". They needed AMAZING hauls to keep themselves afloat. With people as they were, it was getting harder and harder to get what shit was worth. He looked back at the small group he had gotten. Two sisters and their friend. Their names came easily to his lips. "Sketch, 'Chelle and Addi." He frowned some. He did this for them. He "ate" as little as humanly possible just to keep their reserves high. He didn't need the food like they did.

He was a "leech".

Dem'yan shook his head as he moved forward. His hand went through his hair as he sighed softly. He moved forward and set his bag of loot on the woman's table. His voice was gruff as his eyes narrowed at her. "Don't fuck me on price. I know what my shit is worth." Dem'yan's name had been circling around like a myth. A man who wouldn't take anything less that what his things were worth. While sometimes it was easy to toss him aside and get something for cheaper, sometimes he had incredible finds. His jaw tensed as he watched the woman go through his things, looking things over.

His eyes roamed over to the woman who was near the stall. His throat tightened. An Old Blood. By the look of her, she was young, but the younger were always harder to predict. He looked away, the irritated look on his face growing more apparent. He wanted out of there and he wanted out now. "Get the fuck on. You know what my shit is worth. So give it to me and I'll be on my fucking way." While most got more with honey, Dem'yan's pure spit and venom approach had worked for quite some time. He wasn't exactly an intimidating man in stature, but what he lacked in muscle and general presence, he made up for in attitude. "Hurry your fucking ass so I can feed my people." He found that demanding they move fast made people aim higher than his expectations. The more rushed, the more apt they were to make mistakes. And mistakes made Dem'yan's world go round.

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[Evie Keelan Gavin]

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There was a loud thud nearby. It drew her attention. When she saw that it was a rather harsh looking man, with an even harsher looking snarl, she eyed him. The large bag, however, was far more interesting to her. Ensnared between her fingers was an Onyx Rossary, that she absently rolled her thumb over. By Coven standards, she was a poor Old Blood- They were supposed to forsake their old way of life for their new life. And here she was, clinging to some mortal sense of faith. With piercing blue eyes, she looked up at the man. She stood slowly, waiting for him to walk her way. Perhaps, he had something interesting.

It seemed as though he made a habit of heckling those that he was doing business with. It didn't come to a surprise to her as she took a glance into the bag. Clearly, he had gone out of his way, on more than one occasion, and into some devastatingly zombie infested areas to get the things that he currently held in his possession. If she were to do all of that work, and risk her neck to get those luxuries, she would want top dollar as well. She pressed her lips together, her fingers curling around the coin purse that was connected to her belt.

She waited until he grew fed up with the vendor, and stormed past her. She cleared her throat as he went to the next vendor. By the look of the man, he was indefinitely going to offer him a less than reasonable price for the wares that he offered. "I doubt you're going to find someone that will pay as much for your wares as I." she said, her voice loud and crisp over the noise of the street. It seemed as though she wasn't used to speaking that loudly.

She took a few steps toward him, her icy blue eyes not betraying the insecurity that she felt. It was hard to be an Old Blood amongst the people. They judged immediately upon sight. They had no interest in getting to know a single one of their kind, and didn't bother to hide it, or make it, at least, a bit more polite than the insults that they hurled in their directions. She swallowed, and held up her coin purse which was nicely filled. To say the least. She wondered if he would take her up on her offer, or simply walk away from her. But, she had seen a glimpse of a Sapphire in that bag...

And Sapphires were Evie's weakness.
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[Dem'yan Marov]

Dem'yan froze. He looked over at Aoibheann and frowned. Why did she have to talk to him? He tried to push the contempt onto his face as it was easy for others to hate her. Maybe he'd be different with this one? Probably not. In the end, Dem'yan was a businessman. His eyes roamed over to his crew. They were busy with shinies so Dem'yan had some leeway with this one. He eyed her up and down, noting the rosary on her hand. He swallowed some and flicked his hair from his face. He needed a cut. And bad. It was beginning to get far too long. Maybe he'd let Addi do it.

He shook his head. Now was not the time for such things. "What are you willing to offer?" His tone betrayed that same growl that the other woman had encountered. He ran his fingers through his hair. "I don't know if you've heard about me, but I don't take bullshit. You give me what it's worth and we won't have a problem. You try to shit me out on price and I'll walk." He looked around before eyeing her again. "So where's your table or cart, or whatever the fuck you deal with?" He was nervous, but the only place it was truly visible was the knitting of his brows. That could of been easily taken as irritation.

"And ya better make it worth my while. Not many would deal with your kind. I'm feelin fairly generous today." He made the slur, slightly. He had almost added "leech", but he'd save it for if she got too friendly with him or got the sniff of what he was. "I work too damned hard to get this shit and put my ass and my crew's on the line for some fuck to underprice me because they want a fuckin profit." His fingers went through his hair once more. Damn it was annoying him.

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[Evie Keelan Gavin]

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"It depends on what you have to offer." she said, her eyes locking on his. She wasn't about to allow him to get a rise out of her. There was no point. All she had to do was remain calm and everything would work out in the end. Right? She swallowed, and stuffed the coin purse back between her breasts and watched him. "I never short change. I understand how crucial money can be to someone in your position." she explained. "I will not offer you less than I believe is deserved for the piece, and I assure you, I have a damn good eye." Upon the last few words, it seemed as though a bit of her accent shown through. She cleared her throat and looked down at the ground, her fingers curling tightly around the rosary, as though she was praying for the strength to remove the accent from her tongue.

"I don't have a cart, or a table of my own." she said, gesturing vaguely to a small bag that she kept at her hip. "I mostly buy trinkets. Things that wouldn't sell most other places." She swallowed, keeping her eyes locked on his. "Jewelry, for example. Do you carry any pieces that might interest me?" she asked, keeping her expression, stance and tone completely unreadable.

Evie decided that she would simply shrug off the comment about her kind. It was true that they didn't get much respect. They were hated and feared for what they were. This man did a courtesy to her, however, by not calling her a leech. While the tone in his voice was gruff, and his demeanor was that of a ruffian, he was being rather civil with her, all things set aside. There was no tenderness in his gaze, but he wasn't nearly as offensive with her as he was with the other vendors.

"If you'd like, we can do our business here." she said, gesturing to the side walk. She wouldn't gesture to where she had been before, since it was pulled back from the road. That was all but holding up a sign saying, "Hey, I drink blood. Come with me, back here, so I can get a quick meal."
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[Dem'yan Marov]

Dem'yan frowned at her. He shook his head some. "I got a lot of shit to offer." He wanted nothing to do with this. He was afraid by even standing near an old blood, his crew would see the similarities.. He ran his hand through his hair and looked down. His eyes never met her breasts as she stuffed the coin purse away. "Your money amount is still fairly subjective. I don't like them odds all to much. Sounds like a lotta promise, but it'll end up with a lotta empty bellies." He watched her, frowning a bit. "'Scuse me for not instantly believin ya, but I have no love for merchants as they hold no love for me."

Dem'yan watched her carefully. Trinkets? What the fuck. Of course this woman would be all about the trinkets. Is this the life his brothers and sisters lead? Chasing skirts for little shine-pretties? He grunted, becoming instantly all the more disgusted. "I see. I have a few items that might interest you." His tone became more caustic. His fingers dug into the bag before pulling out two necklaces and three rings. He eyed one with a rather large sapphire on it and scooped it up. "What the hell are you doing there..?" He shoved it in his pocket. "That's what I have. Take it or leave it." He shifted unhappily. She'd be after the ring, but he'd never sell that. Not to her, not to anyone. Not for all the money in the world.

Dem'yan watched her carefully. He was amused by her for some reason. He shook his head and pointed to his vehicle. "There." He turned and walked back, the jewelry in his clutches. He set them down gingerly on the back of the vehicle for her inspection. "Do you see anything worth your while?" He looked at his nails and cleaned them a bit before looking back at her. His eyes narrowed slightly. He had things to do, people to pay off. He didn't want to wait around for all eternity for her to decide yes or no.

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[Evie Keelan Gavin]

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Evie wanted to give him a rather reprimanding look, but she understood where he was coming from. However, she was different. Evie liked to offer her coin as a way to support those that were in need of it. From the looks of this man, and his crew, it seemed as though they needed the coin, and desperately. Evie sniffed, and nodded her understanding. "You can believe what you like, Sir, but I make no false promises." she said, keeping her voice hushed. "Allow me to take a look at all that you have to offer, and I will make an offer to you." she said, her eyes never straying away from his.

She noticed the disgust in his tone. She pursed her lips and watched him. Her eyes strayed to the ring that he had pulled out and then immediately took away. It must have been of some importance to him. No matter, it was none of her business. Her eyes surveyed the jewelry, a small smirk coming to her lips. "They're beautiful." she said, smiling. "I am interested." she said, dragging her eyes up to his. When doing dealings like this, however, it was almost better to not do it in front of large crowds. Especially with the amount of coin that would be acceptable for such fine pieces.

Following him back to the rig, she tugged her cloak tight around herself. She ran her fingers over the mark of her affliction, and tucked herself into her hood. "Yes..." she responded when he asked if there was anything worth her interest. She pulled a necklace from the grouping. It was a rather large necklace with sapphires in the center. It was breathtaking to say the least. "A thousand." she said, looking up at him, with an inquiring eye. This would be worth a great deal more, but with the fact that none of them had the money to do... anything, this was the best offer that he was going to get. Anywhere.

She then pulled a ring from the group. A small, sad smile curled at the corner of her lips. "The ring seemed to have reminded her of something. "Eight hundred." she turned to him, and asked. "Is that enough?"
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[Dem'yan Marov]

Dem'yan watched her. He shook his head and murmured. "Most people search high and low for the shit my people find easily." His eyes kept on hers, his chocolate browns touched by no emotion. He was used to keeping his thoughts under wraps and away from the eyes of others. He never knew how to truly bluff until he became a raider. If you couldn't bluff as a raider, you weren't worth a sack of shit. He shook his head and looked away from her, not wanting to keep eye contact for too long lest she figure out what he was.

Dem'yan gave her a staunch nod. He lead her away quickly. Once the things were laid out, he watched her. He looked at the necklace and murmured. It was enough to last him quite some time. Quite some time. He shook his head some and nodded. "Done.." He sighed and stood. "More than enough. It's strange that you pick the play pretties rather than the stuff that one needs to survive. These supplies are worth their weight in gold.." He shrugged and pushed the rest of the stuff back in the bag.

He kept his tongue in check as he looekd down at his feet. He knew what those were truly worth.. a mere 18 hundred was a disgrace to where they had come from. He looked a little white. He had to do this. They needed fuel, food, ammo. This was the way shit went. When the world righted itself, maybe he'd steal the pieces back. The one that meant the most to him, however, was safe in his pocket. No one would ever get that one.

"So what's a l-" He paused. She had been good to him. Why couldn't he extend the same? "-ady like you doing in a place like this?" He hoped that his attempt to correct his speech didn't fall on deaf ears.

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[Evie Keelan Gavin]

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"I don't need much to survive." she said, flippantly, her eyes locking on his for a moment. She was simply saying what he was thinking. She was unnatural, an abomination. What could an Old Blood possibly need to survive, save for the flesh of another to keep her starvation limited. She took a deep breath, and allowed her eyes to wander elsewhere. "In a time like this, not many people care about jewelry and frivolities. To take it off of someone's hands is doing more than just I a favor." she said, cryptically. In some, backwards way, she had just informed him that she was doing Raiders favors; that she was working for their benefit. There was no deception in her voice, no manipulation creeping into her syllables; just a simple, blunt and honest statement.

Once the bills were safely in his hand, she gathered up the jewelry that she had purchased. Clearing her throat, she looked up at him, a look of neutrality on her fair features. "You may find it odd that I dabble in the prettier side of things, but if that's what is feeding your crew... Probably, for about a month, with the amount that I just gave you, you should be thankful that someone would take it all off of your hands." There would have been a more honest response; it showed on her face. But, she wouldn't admit it to him; to a man that had treated her like a monster. While, she was, and she admitted it, she was different. In some small way, she wasn't like them. She was different. In showed in her every action. Although, most would never admit it, primarily due to never wanting to.

The real reason behind her buying the items was simple; her father used to preach that a man purchasing jewelry for a woman was, in essence, the highest form of endearment. It was a sign of love, in one way or another. Evie had never been than woman. For anyone. She provided jewels to those that wished, for nothing more than to have some semblance of normalcy pass between a lover and themselves. Because, in some small way, it made them feel like they were home again. It made them both feel good; accomplished. Not long ago had she sold a set of earrings and a ring to a man who was down on his luck... And she had sold them at a ridiculously reduced price, purely because she knew that he needed it. But this was all information that this man would never be privy to.

"A leech." she interjected. "What is a leech like me doing in a town like this? Attempting to procure passage for one. And for another, helping out Raiders by taking things like this off of their hands." she wished that she could have sounded more hostile, but that just wasn't in her at the moment. All she managed was a rather neutral tone. "Now if you excuse me... Raider," she began, absently realizing that he had never offered her a name. 'I will be taking my leave of you. I can show myself out." she said, turning on her heel. There was a sway in her walk, and a gleam in her eye. The kind of gleam that one might mistake for a seemingly inevitable fresh spout of tears, or a smile. One could never tell.

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