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 Posted: Wed Apr 15, 2015 6:53 pm
Five nights out of seven in any given week, Hitch was exhausted when he dragged himself home to collapse in bed and start the whole routine again from scratch. It didn't help that he almost always felt tired now, even on his off days. No matter how much he slept, the creeping edge of exhaustion always found a way to slip over him like a warm jacket.
Sometimes, being so tired all the time makes people do things they wouldn't usually do. Like when they moronically leave their goddamn keys, attached to their mother ******** wallet, containing their ******** cellphone in their stupid a** locker at work, somehow, because of course that's the one ******** time they decided to make sure everyone's ******** pockets weren't bulging all over the place because management was coming to scope them out.
Basically, Hitch was ******** for the night. It was completely his fault and no one else's, and rest assured he was punishing the guilty party to the fullest extent. His fist throbbed from where he'd slammed it into a tree a few times, skinned and puffy and red, but not broken. He'd wanted to do worse, but it would just be his luck that some cop would happen by and see him kicking a tree's a** and throw him in jail for good measure. Because that's just how life was for ******** about two hours of aimless wandering, cursing under his breath at himself, and the endless fun of relentless internal screaming, for lack of anything else to do he'd slumped against some other, less abused tree in the park. Of course, he'd remembered to grab his hoodie without a problem, so he'd put that on and tugged the hood up over his head. Then he crossed his arms and just tried to relax; because really, where the ******** else was he going to go? Even if he'd had a phone, who would he even call? The only thing he could really do was just sit here and wait it out. Yay.
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Posted: Fri Apr 24, 2015 10:43 pm
Kerberos found gathering energy to be a deeply unpleasant task, but he had to do it if he wanted to stay under the radar. So he took to parks and alleys and other things, and sought out people who would be easy targets.
A man in a hoodie slumped against a tree and cursing the world? A totally easy target.
Kerberos came up on him quietly, and practically twirled from behind the tree to in front of it, clicking his tongue. "Well don't you look like you're having a bad day," he said, his tone playful and flirtatious. He reached out to put a hand on the man's shoulder, to start pulling a little bit of energy. Take bit by bit, keep him on his toes with flirtation, and that would make it so that Kerberos could drain him and leave him none the wiser.
Probably.
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Posted: Sat Jun 06, 2015 12:12 am
Hitch couldn't say he'd exactly been relaxed or anything, but he'd sort of started to cool down, at least a little. Then before he knew it, there was some freak with a costume twirling in front of him. Before he even had a chance to actually process that there was some loony guy in a dress in front of him, the invader went ahead and put a hand on him. An uncomfortable jolt shot through him, and his eyes narrowed dangerously, every muscle tensing.
"Are you ******** shitting me?" he spat, taking an honest to goodness swipe at the other guy's outstretched hand. Hitch pulled his legs towards himself, trying to pull himself up into a swift crouch that was more cumbersome and wobbly than anything. But he had to get to his feet, and fast. "What the ******** are you doing?! - and what the ******** are you wearing?!" The last time he'd seen a weird costume in Destiny City was - well, s**t. "Look, I don't have any cash or anything on me, so just back the ******** off!"
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Posted: Tue Jul 07, 2015 12:38 am
Kerberos withdrew his hand, but kept drawing - this close, he could do it without direct physical contact, and that was plenty. "Come on, now, someone so cute shouldn't look nearly so unhappy. You can't have had that bad of a day," he said. He blustered right by the question of what he was wearing, because really, there was exactly no explanation that made anything approaching sense for any of his looks in powered form.
"I don't want your money, sweetheart, though if you'd like to make a generous donation, I wouldn't say no." frayedflower i would apologize for kerberos but...i'm not sorry
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Posted: Sat Jul 11, 2015 8:52 pm
Cute? Cute? Hitch's face twisted into a look that was as disgusted as it was annoyed. "Listen, freak, whatever you're getting at I'm not ******** biting, " he snapped, backing up a step or two as he waved a hand at him. This was just his luck, some freak like this coming and crawling all over him. It made his skin crawl.
... that was definitely what it was, crawling.
"I ain't your ******** sweertheart, I ain't makin' any weird a** donations, and - just no!" He whirled to try and walk hastily away, but stumbled, his legs heavy like he'd just run a goddamn marathon. "The ******** -- !?"
Noir Songbird Never ever apologize smile
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Posted: Thu Aug 20, 2015 11:55 pm
Kerberos was obviously not willing to let this one go, not when he was providing such a fruitful source of both energy and sheer amusement. He was definitely faster, which meant he could move around in front of the man and rest hands back on his shoulders to steady him.
"What's the matter, sweetheart, feeling tired?" Because oh yes, he would continue applying the term of endearment as hard as he could. His energy sphere was getting to a decent size, but frankly he sort of wanted to take as much as her could, and leave this man to nap on a park bench now. Obviously he could use a chance to relax a little, and the usual dangers of muggers and thieves were cleared out of most Destiny City parks by the presence of people with magic powers.
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Posted: Sun Aug 23, 2015 6:35 am
The freak was entirely too close, and it happened so ******** fast - one minute he was walking away from him, and then bam, there he ******** was in Hitch's face, touching him. He swayed and snarled, and the only reason he came close to willingly touching the weirdo in the dress was to try and swat at his hands as Hitch backed away from him.
The ******** was he holding? - the ******** was happening to him? The ********, it was like ******** New Year's all over ******** -- !" He lost his balance as he backed up, falling squarely onto his a** with only his hands to catch him. "You're what the ******** wrong you ********' freak a** weirdo!! Get the ******** away from me already!" He definitely sounded extra intimidating from the ground, right?
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Posted: Sat Sep 12, 2015 3:06 pm
The Corrupt glanced over at his energy sphere - still safe and out of the way of any chance of getting burst by an overzealous target. He tucked it, with a thought, into subspace, so that it would stay that way, and then moved forward to scoop up the man by the front of his shirt.
"I don't think I want to."
He leaned in, and pressed their lips together - it wasn't a particularly aggressive kiss, but it was enough for him to use it to drain out the rest of the man's energy.
If he was a monster, a freak, anyway, then let him embrace it wholly - he would be an incubus tonight.frayedflower lmk if you'd like me to change something kerberos is terrible, i'm not sorry
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Posted: Mon Sep 14, 2015 3:48 am
He'd struggled - even if he was weak, even if the only reason he was only on his feet was because the other man was holding him there - but it didn't go him any good.
Not even when he found lips pressed against his own, his eyes widening, a surge of shocked disgust rushing through him and his lips did not move, they stayed tight and rigid and he tried to push back against the freak in the costume with both hands but could find no purchase and -
- Hitch would not remember, or try to pretend that he didn't, that he loosened, his lips moving clumsily against the corrupt's, just moments before unconsciousness finally took him.
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Posted: Mon Sep 14, 2015 11:40 am
Oh, but Kerberos had noticed. It could not possibly escape his notice, in fact. He carefully caught the civilian when he slumped over unconscious, scooping him up and carrying him to the nearest park bench. Let him sleep there, recover what had been taken.
"How far in the closet are you?" He wondered aloud. "I hear Narnia's nice this time of year." His wt was wasted, of course. And with a flicker, he disappeared into the night, to go turn in this lovely haul of energy.
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