Avocading Lust For a Cause | Closed RP

Ivan Pavlov



Isabella Blackwell

Ivan: BadStreetBoys
Isabella: frame0fbones

@ frame0fbones
Ivan felt like he was always on the run, even when he knew he was safe out in the abandoned countryside. The only safe feeling he had was knowing how well he blended into society, passerbyers never expected him, of all people, to be a vampire. He wasn't as pale as vampires usually were, and he kept himself fed to avoid his eyes erring the dark red tint that would give him away. He may have not been a cold blooded killer like many were, he was still a threat to society and was hunted as the Others were. Ivan knew the local hunters, which helped him avoid detection and getting killed. Ivan also had trained himself in ways of blending in, being able to eat small amounts of human food, and drinks, the drinks though infused with trace amounts of blood. Ivan also held himself a high paying job, it may not have been the best way to stay out of the spotlight, but it paid for his large home that was all alone. He was known as anti-social, a giveaway, so as of late Ivan had been spending more time in public and trying to become friends with many people. The only dead giveaway he seemed to not be able to ditch was his heavy Russian accent, though that may just seem like an immigrant rather than a vampire. On this day Ivan had finished his mass amounts of paperwork quickly, he wanted to attend a local bar that night and watch the hockey game. It was the Stanley Cup Final, the Canadiens and the Kings were playing for the trophy this year, living in California many people were cheering on the local team and he knew it would be a good time to make a few friend. Ivan knew he was a bit dressed up for a bar, but maybe it would attract a few women. Usually Ivan didn't have time finding someone, but when he seemed to try is when they seemed to stop. Ivan entered the bar twenty minutes before game time, in a simple pinstripe sit, with a navy blue tie and pressed dress pants. He took a seat towards the back of the room at a table of his own. He ordered a glass of red wine. It was easy to hide blood in their. Before coming to the game Ivan had robbed a blood bank, once his drink was delivered he discreetly poured the blood into his drink and mixed it in. Leaned back in his seat and went to watch the game. However he scanned the bar a few times looking for someone to engage with

@ BadStreetBoys

Isabella grew up knowing about vampires and other supernatural beings from a young age. Her father, Thomas Blackwell, was a world reknowned vampire hunter. He always bragged about being a descendet of the Van Helsing's, too, which Isabella still didn't believe. So, Bella knew the dangers lurking in the dark shadows, even in California. Her mother was killed by such at a very young age. Four year old Isabella had witnessed it and witnessed her father shoot the vampire that had killed his wife and then turning the gun on his beloved. Her father wanted her to follow in his footsteps and become a vampire huntress. Isabella didn't want too. She wanted to live a normal life, or as normal as one she could. She still carried a pistol on her though, just in case. Except for tonight. Tonight, she wanted to go out and have fun and not have to worry about hunting monsters.

Isabella was dressed in a tight fitting red dress with a black leather jacket and black stilettos. She didn't prefer the bar scene but she agreed to go out with her friends tonight. Once she entered the bar, she scanned the room, looking for her friends but didn't see them. She did see a very attractive male sitting in the back by himself. She decided to strike a conversation with him while she waited for her friends. She ordered a drink and walked over. "You look a little lonely." She said, sitting down across from him. He was even more beautiful up close.

@ frame0fbones
As Isabella approached Ivan a small grin spread from the corners of his mouth. I've still got it. He thought to himself, Ivan prided himself in being an attractive man. Although most vampires were extremely attractive, he was commonly enough to blend in but still attract lovers. "Well how sweet of you to come accompany me then." He said, his Russian accent was thick and unmistakable. He talked carefully though, wanting to read the beautiful girl in front of him before engaging fully. "Since you have given me a wonderful presence how about I buy you an appetizer?" He offered, giving her a smile and he sipped his blood wine. Ivan leaned forward on the table as he set his drink down, tapping his fingers on the top of the wood, his other hand pulling a menu to him and looking over it quickly. "Also, what brings you here tonight? The game?" He asked casually.

@BadStreetBoys

Isabella smiled. He was very charming, indeed. His heavily thick Russian accent didn't bother her either. "No, well, I guess." She said as she sipped her drink. "I was actually meeting some friends here tonight but seeing as none of them have made it yet, I didn't feel like sitting at the bar alone." She said. The waitress came by and Ivan ordered an appetizer. "I'm Isabella, by the way." She smiled.

@ frame0fbones
"Ivan." He paused and grinned slightly. "Ivan Pavlov, pleased to meet your acquaintance." He said, reaching out and offering Isabella his hand, then giving her a firm hand shake. Ivan then took a deep sip of his win and set the drink down again as their appetizers arrived, fried calliuflower and mozzarella sticks. The game was now on and occasionally Ivan would glance over to see how it was going, however he was set on studying Isabella, she had a different aurora to her, he like it. "Since your friends aren't here yet, let's take this oppurtunity to know each other, tell me about you."

@ frame0fbones
"Ivan." He paused and grinned slightly. "Ivan Pavlov, pleased to meet your acquaintance." He said, reaching out and offering Isabella his hand, then giving her a firm hand shake. Ivan then took a deep sip of his win and set the drink down again as their appetizers arrived, fried calliuflower and mozzarella sticks. The game was now on and occasionally Ivan would glance over to see how it was going, however he was set on studying Isabella, she had a different aurora to her, he like it. "Since your friends aren't here yet, let's take this oppurtunity to know each other, tell me about you."

@ BadStreetBoys
Isabella shook his hand and finished her drink. She took a mozzarella stick and dipped it into the little bowl of ranch before taking a bite. She swallowed it and nodded, glancing around and seeing that in fact her friends hadn't arrived yet. "Well, I'm twenty three and I was born in Pennsylvania but moved here after my mother died." She explained. She saw the look on his face and then chewed her lower lip. "What about you?" She asked. She wasn't exactly sure how to explain her mother's death to him or the fact that her dad was a vampire hunter. She didn't want to scare the guy away.

@ frame0fbones
Ivan had created hundreds of fake backgrounds for him, it was hard to keep them all in line which would cause him to create more whenever he would meet another person. "I've always lived here in California, though never really lived in the city. I live out in the country by myself, inherited the family land when my parents died. I work a lot which doesn't leave lots of time for socializing. But I find time.0 he said and shrugged his shoulders slightly. Ivan never went into much detail on his past, it would be a dead giveaway.

@BadStreetBoys
Isabella nodded as she listened to him. "I still live with my dad but he works a lot, long hours. So I'm usually home by myself when I don't have class at the local campus." She explained. She sat in silence for a moment or two. "Does it get lonely living by yourself?" She asked him. She assumed it was kind of like her situation of being home alone all the time but at least she had company once and a while.

@ frame0fbones
Ivan shrugged his broad shoulders in response to her question, thinking it over a bit more. "I guess so, I mean I'm used to it. I've been living alone for years now." He said and casually ate some cauliflower. Looking across the room before his attention settled back at her. "But I mean, I'm always down for a little company." He purred and winked at the girl sitting across from him. Ivan felt flirtatious, the girl was attractive, maybe he could have some fun tonight. It would be nice if he could take her home tonight, it was a rarity, and he wouldn't push it if she wasn't showing interest back.

@BadStreetBoys
Isabella giggled as he winked at her. It was very rare that someone of the opposite sex flirted with her. She ate another mozzarella stick and her friends hadn't arrived. She felt her phone vibrate and quickly looked at the text, frowning a bit. "Well, this is great," she sighed, "my friends aren't coming." She sighed as she put her phone back into her pocket. She figured she would just spend her time with Ivan until it was time to leave.

@ frame0fbones
"Awh, I'm sorry, that sucks." He said and sipped his wine again, glancing at the television and back to Isabella. "You are more than welcome to live it up with me, I mean I am the life of the party." He said, laughing at his own joke, for more than one reason it was funny to him. Ivan was somewhat glad that her friends weren't coming, that meant he could get to know the girl better, even possibly take her home. One night stands generally weren't his thing, but maybe something would come of it, and he'd be lucky to not be alone for the next thousand years.

@ BadStreetBoys
Isabella giggled at his joke. "Well, you sure are keeping me entertained." She said. They stayed at the bar, talking and having a few more drinks until it started getting really packed. "So, do you want to go back to your place where it's not as crowded?" Isabella suggested. She wasn't into one night stands or going home with someone she just met but she felt different about Ivan. He was nice and not to mention very good looking, plus he kept her attention for this long, which was always good. She didn't see the harm in going home with him.

@ frame0fbones
Ivan had enjoyed having the night spent with Isabella, he didn't even feel the need to take a smoke break or even a break to drink some of the blood he had stolen from the blood bank. When she suggested that they head back to his place his grinned and nodded. "That sounds like a great idea." He said, his voice in a deep purr. Ivan got up from the bar, offering his hand to Isabella as he led her out to his car. The new sports car was simply for shows with Ivan. He made the same talk with her as he drove out into the country where his house was. It was very isolated. The road to his home was 20 minutes long alone. Once there he helped Isabella out, leading her inside. His house was very old fashioned, one would probably describe it as peculiar. "Welcome to my humble abode." He said proudly

@BadStreetBoys

Isabella stared in awe at Ivan's house. "Wow...this is amazing!" She said. She loved old houses like these. She listened to her heels as they clacked along the marble floor. She went over and sat down on the leather couch. "I could see how you'd get lonely here. This place is huge." She said.

(sorry if this is short. My son is sick so I don't have time for long posts right now)

@ frame0fbones
(Oh no it's perfectly alright take care of him)

Ivan grinned slightly when she seemed to like his house. "Thank you very much, I inherited it. My family always lived here, so I'm used to the big empty place." He said with a chuckle. Ivan kicked off his shoes, as well as undoing his tie and hanging it on the rack by the door. He then led Isabella into the living room. It was the biggest room in his house, decorated in an old Victorian age manner. He took a few long strides to his larg couch and sat on the end, leaning against the arm rest. "What would you like to do?" He asked, trying to keep a smirk from appearing across his lips.

@ frame0fbones

@ BadStreetBoys
(sorry I've been away from Mibba for a while :c )

Isabella followed him over to the couch and sat on the opposite side of him. "We can do whatever. I mean, it's your house so you should choose what we get to do." She said, giving him one of her best smiles. She didn't want to sound rude and hoped that she didn't by saying that. She looked around the room, looking at all the Victorian furniture. This place was beautiful and a part of her was jealous. She turned her attention back to Ivan.

@ frame0fbones
Ivan chuckled softly and leaned over to grab his remote off the end table, then sat back up and looked over at Isabella. "Well we could watch a movie for now." He purred softly, his accent heavily spilling onto the words. Ivan scrolled through his Netflix playlists, looking for a good movie. Ivan liked the vampire movies, they made him laugh because of how they portrayed vampires. "What about a monster movie?" He suggested with a laugh as he put on an old, but cheesy, vampire hunter movie. As the starting credits began Ivan stood up and smiled down at her. "Do you want a snack or something to drink?" He offered. Ivan was a bit excited to have someone over, but the old age house gave his secret away easily, if the person knew a lot about vampires.