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 Posted: Thu Oct 11, 2007 9:40 pm
Letting the man pull him close and tilt his head to the side, Icarus just stared at the darkness outside the door. He felt a little twinge but that was all. Without him really noticing the man pulled away suddenly which almost made Icarus jump. "Precious?" He mumbled. precious was not a name he wanted to be called and he wasn't used to being called it but he felt to weary to argue. Icarus's legs almost gave under him but he kept him self standing as his eyes started to droop. "Don't call me precious, my names Icarus..." he mumbled half conscious.
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Posted: Thu Oct 11, 2007 9:57 pm
Armand made a 'hmm' sound, not really paying attention to much else than the warmth all around him and the life that seemed newly given to him. There was one fault, Armand found, in the feeding bag way of life. He had to keep this human alive because if he didn't it would mean going though that torturous search all over again. Fourteen years, ten months and two days had been enough! He sighed in a small defeated way and frowned, but he pulled Icarus to him none the less, holding him up. He knew that the boy would probably sleep now. It was normal for feeding bags to sleep right after they were 'caught'.
"And mine is Armand. It is one you shall do kindly to remember."
He licked his lips, tasting the copper taste of blood there before looking around and slowly lowering the human in his arms halfway to the ground before swinging him up into his arms and briskly walking over to the couch then resting him there. Hopefully he won't remember that little kindness when he wakes up. I won't be as kind unless I have a sudden urge to be extremely unlike myself. Which was sadly true. Armand wasn't one to go soft easily.
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Posted: Thu Oct 11, 2007 10:03 pm
"hmm, sure...Armand." He mumbled as he was lifted into Armands arms and fell asleep. Icarus was mildly aware that he was put on the couch but soon wasn't aware of anything but the blackness that surrounded him like a blanket as he slept. Usualy he slept lightly but tonight he was almost like a rock and would be hard to wake.
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Posted: Fri Oct 12, 2007 8:08 am
((*slaps everyone* Okay... Good morning vampires and humans alike! >.< Yay, our first two vampirexhuman combonations! Dance with meh! *dances* Now I can wait for Tenshi))
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Posted: Fri Oct 12, 2007 10:16 am
Kain slowly opened his eyes but quickly squinted them when the light hit his eyes. "Damn it...its already morning..." he said to himself and forced himself out of bed. His blonde hair was a mess and he just made it worse when he ran his fingers through it to push it back away from his face.
His pale blue eyes looked around the small room before closing one more time with a deep sigh. "God I hate school sometimes..." he finally made his way to the shower and started to get ready for school.
Kain really didnt like school much, except his guitar class. After school he would always meet up with his other friends and practice for their gig later in the night. They usually performed at a club named Haven but every now and then they would play other bars adn clubs. He was underaged but since he was with the band they didnt really say anything to him.
Eventually Kain found himself in his class, bored out of his mind and doodling in his notebook again. Damn this is soo boring...I need some excitement in my life other than performing... The poor boy didnt really have a good life till now. He was tossed around by orphanages becuase he never could stay still and behave sometimes. He was always looking for somethign different.
So now he lives in his own apartment and tries to make it day by day by performing and going to school....though he could do without the school sometimes.
"Mr. De Luna! Paying attention are we? What exactly is Shakespear trying to say in what we just discussed?"
"You figure it out lady"
Mr. De Luna!! Dont make me send you to-"
"To be or not to be, --that is the question:' its the easiest thing to understand. Hamlet is contemplating suicide after finding out his father was killed by his uncle who then married his mother a month after his death. "
"Oh so you do listen. Well lets see. What about in the next-"
RIINNNNGGGGGG
"Id love to help you out but the bell has rung I must be on my way" he said with a grin and quickly gathered his thing and made his way out of the classroom
I swear that lady wants me He laughed at his own thoughts then went to his next class.
"Kain! Do we have that gig tonight at HAVEN?!" he heard a familiar voice call out to him and quickly turned. "Hell Yeah. You know we do. I'll see you after school for practice Jake" he said and patted his friend on the back before going into his classroom.
At least I have our gig to look forward to...
((okay so im not good at my intros >_< ))
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Posted: Fri Oct 12, 2007 10:40 am
((Mar likes it, Sinneh... Here comes Silas!!))
Walking through the empty streets of the early morning, a black haired boy looked up at the sky. The clear blue color was so different from what he liked. Any vampire liked the night although they were not harmed by the sun. It was just what they liked. As every human knew, vampires were walkers of the night. They did indeed walk through the night, but that did not mean they could not walk the day among the humans. It was the easiest way to hide themselves. The boy rubbed his dark green eyes and sighed. Like most Bryony vampires, Silas only enjoyed the blood of a vegetarian. That was what he was looking for. But, were there even any in the city? He tried sniffing one out, but it was masked by the scent of meat-eating humans and other more omnivore-ish humans. That was not what he liked. Sniffing the air again, Silas caught the faint scent of blood... That of a vegetarian. He looked around once and saw no one. Now was the perfect time to go. The small bodied vampire jumped up and landed on the nearest building gracefully. A sly grin slipped across his face as he ran in the direction of the smell. It was drawing him in like light would with a moth. He needed the blood. Unlike most vampires around his age, he fed every night. He was not worried about choosing a feeding bag because he did not want one. But, the more he fed on the humans, the more he realized that time was coming. On his next birthday, the next person he fed from would be his human for as long as he lived. What do to... Would he choose one before then and wait? Or would he just feed on whoever?
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Posted: Fri Oct 12, 2007 11:34 am
Kain was doodling again in class, bored out of his mind yet again. Damn it..when is this cla-
RIIIINNGGG
YES! He quickly got up from his seat and walked outside. It was lunch hour and he didnt feel like staying on school grounds for it. He quickly ran behind a building and jumped the fence. "Ahh...out of here for a while...now what to eat?"
He was starving but hadn't a clue what to eat really. He was too busy thinking that he wanted to escape the school grounds for a while. "I guess I'l go where I usually eat" he said to himself and made his way to his favorite restaurant.
He walked in and sat down by a window, looking out while the waitress arrived.
"Hi, what will you be having?"
"Greek Pasta with Tomatoes and white beans" ((i havae no idea what that tastes like since im a meat lover XD I just googled something real quick to make it a bit more belieaveable hardy har har har ))
"Okay and to drink?"
"Tea"
"Okay i'll bring you your oder when its out"
good thing i work and I can eat somethign other than the crap they serve in the cafeteria he thought then looked out the window again. Even if he was out for a while he still felt bored out of his mind. his days were beginning to feel like a sort of routine and he wasnt liking it. Sure they played idfferent gigs every night and different music but that was the only fun part of his day. The rest was boring at least to him it was.
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Posted: Fri Oct 12, 2007 11:53 am
((Ooooooh, Mar wants to see what it looks like. It might taste good, and mommy could make it one of these nights))
Silas watched as the human he was watching ran away from the large building they called a school. He had never been in one before, and really did not want to start going to one. The young vampire tilted his head to the side as he watched the human run off. "Is he really a vegetarian?" he asked as he jumped the rooftops to follow after him. It seemed it was true because he had entered a mainly vegetarian resturant. Good. That was what Silas wanted. Vegetarian blood. He sighed as he waited for the human to walk out of the place, and his feast would begin. "Come on, little human."
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Posted: Fri Oct 12, 2007 1:51 pm
Finally Kain's food arrived and he happily ate it. "Mm...nothing better than this...at least for now" he said to himself.
Once he was done with his meal he left money on the table and walked out. He stretched his arms out then looked down to his watch. "I still have a few minutes before the bell rings." he walked closer to the school then sat down on a bench in the park just across from the school. he took out a notebook and started writing on it.
He filled it with differnt musical notes and lyrics for songs he was suddenly coming up with in his head. If he ever had passion for anything it was his music. He loved it above all. Writing it, playing and singing it, and perfoming it in front of people was all such a rush to him.
He was so into his writing he didnt even have the slightest clue that someone was watchign him
((i forgot the website where i got it from. but ill look for it )
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Posted: Fri Oct 12, 2007 4:57 pm
Icarus groaned as he stretched on the couch. He sat up and looked around, Armand sat on the floor against the couch sleeping. Why's he here? Wait. How did he get into my appartment.... The boy sat there dazed for awhile as he tried to remember what had happened last night but he could only remember things here and there. Shaking his head, he got up and went to his bedroom. The door was shut and locked but he always had the key on him so he unlocked the door and went into the light filled room. He shut the door but it didn't latch.
The boy pulled something out from under his bed and opened it. The box he pulled from under his bed held many empty canvas's. He pulled two out and placed one on its stand. Paintings hung on the walls, two walls were completely covered with paintings. He shivered when a breeze drifted through the open window. "How...I left the stupid thing open..." He mumbled. Icarus pulled out all the paint and all the different brushed that he used, before he started painting he pulled the curtains closed and turned the over head on.
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Posted: Fri Oct 12, 2007 5:27 pm
Armand's attention snapped back to reality when he felt his feeding bag move away from the couch. He almost growled, but refrained long enough to looked up and see the lond walking off into another room. He blinked, his head pounding with a dullness so badly that he could only process small thoughts. Mine. . . Leaving? No. . . He tilted his head backwards before hesistantly shaking his head and getting to his feet. The sun was up. He could see it though the window, trying to blind him. There was a reason vampires dressed like goths, so that thy would be able to mimick their annoying but practical effort to stay out of the sun. It didn't do anything to him, but as far as he knew it was a hereditary dislike in his clan.
He stood, and looked back at the couch. His hat lay there on its side, having fallen off his head only a moment ago. He looked at it for a second then left it and silently trailed after Icarus in curiousity. The door was set ajar and he had no problem pushing it open without a sound. Until it gave a small squeak as he passed through the doorway. It was his bedroom. How quaint to be using it as a painting room.
"You paint," He remarked into the silence, leaning agains the wall, his eyes scanning the boy's form and lingering on his neck twice.
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Posted: Fri Oct 12, 2007 5:45 pm
Icarus's head snaped up when he heard the door squeak. Slowly his head turned back to the canvas and he started to paint. So far there was a tree standing alone on a frozen landscape. "Yes, I paint and I keep them all in my room." he paused. "Why are you staring at me?" The whole time he was talking, his eyes had been on the painting and they had never left. He stopped when he tried to pick up a small paint brush but the bandage on his hand stopped him from holding it correctly.
The boy sighed and tore the gauze off with his teeth, the cut he had gotten last night covered the inside of his palm and was starting to skab. He picked up the brush, wincing as he did so, and started painting in little details. "Is there something that you want?"
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Posted: Fri Oct 12, 2007 6:18 pm
The vampire gazed at the painting. The colours were real enough from where he was standing, but with his eyes as sharp as they were he could tell the difference between real and fake. He kept quiet when asked the question, not replying, a smile ghosting over his features. He noticed how his human had never taken his eyes off his paint, except for when the door squeaked. He was an observant one! Then there came a sigh and he watched Icarus rip the bandage off his hand.
"You did cut yourself," murmured the vampire, fully enthralled with the red on the other's palm. The second question too, remained unanswered. He merely took leisurely steps closer to the blond and tried to understand why he was suddenly being so calm and pleasant. It wasn't in his nature, and somewhere in the back of his head there was a small reconning that he had found a bit of distaction from being who he really was.
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Posted: Fri Oct 12, 2007 6:26 pm
His hand froze were it was as he thought, a picture of the place was all he could see. Icarus blinked a few times and the picture of the finished painting vanished. "Cut myself?" He looked up at Armand and stared at him for awhile before turning back to the canvas. "I cut myself on a sharp object that was where it shouldn't be...." the boy wasn't in the mood to ask questions while he was painting so he wasn't going to press the matter that the questions he had asked were never answered.
Blue eyes seemed to glaze over as his hand started over the canvas again. The painting was coming to life but he felt like there was something missing even as he painted it. "Somethings missing..." Icarus mumbled to himself as he painted.
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Posted: Fri Oct 12, 2007 6:53 pm
Armand walked up behind Icarus, not touching him but close enough so that if he leaned forward or the human leaned back, they would end up touching. He looked at the blonde's hand as he held the paintbrush, then slowly tore his eyes away with great difficulty to look at the painting. It was beautifully done, the tree perfectly alone in the snow. Just like Armand deliberately was, but now there was a tiny green bud growing up next to him that he didn't know whether to leave it alone or suffocate it. He raise his arm, mimicking Icarus, the brushed his finger tips against the canvas where the painted tree was.
"It could use a bit of light and shadow," He pointed out with a rough but helpful tone. Icarus was. . . surprisingly easy to get along with. And that made it all the worse for Armand to adjust. His eyes trailled back to the boy's cut palm. He couldn't help but search for that copper taste that he was had in his mouth the night before. No doubt the blond didn't remember anything. If he had, there would have been at least a small dispute.
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