[Yes, but today I actually am going to.]
Taking a deep breath of unneeded air within the castle, Jonathon's dark
murky hazel, eyes opened, seeing through the inky back well of his room
with ease. His flesh ad white shirt were the same chalky colour, and to
normal eyes, they seemed to be the only visible things in the room as
they had an almost luminous aura, which dimmed rapidly. However, their
owner was not remotely normal. His eyes took in the stacks of old
 books and the hundreds of card decks messily piled and scattered across
 the mahogany desk which dominated the room's dark interior, everything
familiar and as it should be to them. Stacked coins resided in the many
shelves around the room, with an occasional rumpled shirt or pair of
trousers. He stood abruptly, his tall frame straightening as his heavy
wooden chair slide backwards across the polished timer flooring. He took
 several log strides to the door and ducked to get through the
door-frame, entering the hallway. The corridor had little light and no
windows, but then, it's occupants preferred it that way. The eldest male
 vampire continued his way out toward a place where he could see the
astles newest residents arrive. Reaching another archway, he ducked
under it and took a sharp right, reaching the place he'd wanted. Taking
two or three steps of the spiral staircase with ease as he headed up to
one of the only rooms in the castle that he would be able to see the
arrivals coming to Noir. Once there, the vampire pulled a silver coin from his elegant waistcoat pocket and watched for the residents carriage, rolling the coin rolling over his knuckles and spinning it around his thumb before repeating the procedure absentmindedly.

The carriage the eldest was expecting probably wouldn't arrive for sometime, but for once, Jonathon's endless patience ould be a help as he took a seat, his eyes never once straying from the spot where he would first set his sights on the carriage. His brow creased as he thought of the newest arrivals to Noir, and his head tilted at the slightest of angles as he thought about the consequences, one of several of his complicated mannerisms. Sure, his thirst control was good, but it was cracking. His wavy black fringe tipped of over his brow as he looked down at his hands, finally realising what his hands were absentmindedly doing as he dove deeper into his thoughts. He scowled. Becoming a creature of habit was never a good thing. It had been too long since he'd actually bothered to go that deeply into his thoughts. Then he shrugged. There was no time like the present. Taking his time to rise from his sitting position, he walked back down the narrow staircase, hand and coin back in pocket and his eyes on watch for his siblings. Seeing no-one in his cave like section of the hall, he shrugged and stepped through his doorway, closing the massive heavy double doors quietly behind himself.

They were probably thinking of the snacks coming this way. His pale form was soon enveloped in thick shadows which eagerly greeted him, before he sat himself back down and placed his chin on his thin, calloused musicians hands to think. After sometime of this, the dark haired vampire raised his head and sat up straighter, his eyes focusing on the shadows around him as he contemplated what he had thought. He didn't make a sound as he rose from the chair and padded softly around the room, pacing up and down the floor of his room, waiting for a sign that their newest arrivals were there. He could feel the tips of his fangs dig into his bottom lip, but he pushed back a wave of hunger as he thought of the fresh blood heading his way. This was not going to be fun.