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 Posted: Mon Jan 19, 2009 12:51 pm
Nicholas gulped as the tall imposing woman with the battle-axe slung across her back offered him a hand. He took it cautiously, as if at any moment she would snap his neck. He stumbled to his feet, failing to hide the fact the fall had triggered some sort of reaction in him which had made his fangs grow. "Erm, thank you ma'am." He said shakily, running a hand through his hair. "I tend to lose my footing a lot, if people are going to bite my head off over that then I'm probably going to be a stump on the ground in less than a week." He tried to flash a charming smile but all he managed was a sort of arrogant grin, it was the only one he'd had to do up to this point, what with the fact his nickname up until university had been "Nilmer the Nancy-Boy", due to the one day his shirt had been mixed in with the reds. He stretched slightly, leaning against the wall.
"Are any of you people going to try and decapitate me or something? Because I'm pretty sure my insurance doesn't cover being carved like a Christmas turkey." He knew that he wasn't being very compliant, but hell, he's the living dead in the Big Apple, who was he to act meekly? Well, him, obviously.
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Posted: Mon Jan 19, 2009 1:06 pm
Wolf continued playing his guitar. He was playing a little loud, unbeknownst to him. Unfortunatly, the added youth of himself plus loudness of a guitar would probably attract alot of attention. Besides, it's not everyday you see a 12-year-old lycan playing Ozzy Osbourne on a guitar sitting on a rooftop.
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Posted: Mon Jan 19, 2009 11:59 pm
Stan scratched the side of his head. This was an absolute disaster, which reminded him why he disliked most people. They knew how to make a show around everyone, and Stan learned that if someone was creating drama the last you're supposed to do is walk away angry. You were supposed to just ******** walk away. Period. The act was up. It was time to halt the inane chatter. Stan wasn't going to stress himself and have his brain lose most of it's blood, just for it to take short residence in his limbs.
Yeah, Stan licked his lips as his father was mentioned. He hadn't called for it, but yeah they had met once more, and that's what they talked about. He wasn't bothered and not so much annoyed, but rather sobered in some odd manner. He wasn't shocked, as he reached for one of his Davidoff classic cigarettes, placing it in his mouth. He spoke through a half-closed mouth. "Yeah.... He died about three-fourths of a year ago." He didn't seem bothered, nor was he in any form of pain. Stan had quite the deadpan face. "We went sight-seeing. Our first stop was at St. Pats."
Of course, this was just about when everything went to hell, and Stan wished for his no-bullshit attitude sooner. Meredith was offended and was walking off as he began to speak. Stan was going to choke himself; he looked back at Vereon and deadpanned some more. "Yea, you're right. You don't look like a body guard. At the very least, you're more akin to Richard Farley." A criminology reference. Hilarity ensues for the properly educated. Hardy har har! He removed the cigarette from his mouth before speaking once more. "That's a tad bit ironic of you, Vampy," Stan rolled his eyes, his diction dripping with his obvious disdain for the situation. "And it's Doctor Psychologist to you."
Stan wasn't as polite when it came to Nick's fall. He coughed a few times to suppress his laughter as he walked over to he and Meredith. "Look, Meredith. I didn't mean to offend you, but you've got it a** backwards. I don't think you're incompetent. To the contrary, you're extremely relevant to the future vitality of the NYHG. I know you're troubled and I know I can help you." The psychologist reached in to his pocket for his zippo and promptly lit the tip of his Davidhoff. He took a drag. A needed one. "Pass the bong, but give me a break lady."
((^^The reason why one shouldn't RP when tired^^
Twisted? You're a Streetlight fan? Just wondering by the lyrics in your sig. I'm seeing them on the 6th of February.))
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Posted: Tue Jan 20, 2009 6:19 am
Ceon walked up behind Meredith with a brown paper bag in his hand. He stood behind her as she waited to notice him: she was not hard to track as her scent was unforgettable. Due to his excellent hearing, he instantly knew the pregnancy test in the bag wasn't needed. He made a slight cough to notify that he was there, though she wouldn't be happy to see him.
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Posted: Tue Jan 20, 2009 8:53 am
((Yeah, i love Streetlight, unfortunately I couldn't get tickets for their UK tour so I'm going to see Reel Big Fish on the 26th of February biggrin )) Nicholas looked behind Meredith to the apparent stalker, and then behind him to the psychologist. "Excuse my French, but what the f**k is going on right now?" He said, glancing at the cigarette in Stan's hand, licking his upper lip. He had smoked during life, and he could REALLY do with one right now. Then he noticed that he was surrounded by a Vampire, a woman with an axe, a man who looked intelligent, and a Lycan holding what looked like a bag of groceries. He decided this was not the opportune time to be asking for favours. He did however make sure to take a step back, and try and watch the upcoming scene. After all, he was from England, the nosiest country in the known world.
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Posted: Tue Jan 20, 2009 12:02 pm
As Wolf started to play even louder, he dragged onto playing one big solo. Wolf looked around, and noticed he was near a seemingly immortal gathering. Again, irony at it's best. Wolf then lost himself in the solo-song. He really liked playing his guitar, as it was great quality and the one thing he really treasured.
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Posted: Tue Jan 20, 2009 4:09 pm
Nicholas didn't know if it was the bottled-up emotions, the fact he was sure he'd fractured his elbow in that fall, or the fact he despised Black Sabbath, all of his frustration was channeled at one source. He took a deep breath, and yelled:
"WILL YOU F*CKING KEEP THE F*CKING RACKET DOWN!? F*CK! WHERE THE F*CKING F*CK F*CK ARE YOUR F*CKING PARENTS!? ...F*CK! Ozzy should of kept his job at the abattoir, seeing as he sings like the satanic offspring of Gilbert Gottfried and F*CKING Alvin the F*CKING Chipmunk!" He panted slightly, as he slowly realized his elbow REALLY hurt, and that his outburst had probably just exasibated things. "A classic saying from Monty Python springs to mind, and now for something completely different, well I would like to listen to something completely different, not a prissy little 12 year old playing old Black Sabbath songs! ...HOW THE F*CK DID YOU GET AN AMP UP THERE ANYWAY!?"
He lent against a wall, cupping his face in his hands. "I REALLY need a f*cking Menthol right now. And if Teen Wolf up there doesn't stop playing I'll go and shove it down his windpipe!"
Now he had finished his outburst he realized how idiotic and stupid he probably appeared to the rest of them. If he still had the ability to blush now would've been the appropriate moment, but instead he coughed, shuffled his feet, and waited out the awkward silence that had started to engulf him. ((Seeing as I'm going to sleep now I thought I should post before I toddled off. Feel free to ignore it, it was just for the sake of making a contribution.))
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Posted: Tue Jan 20, 2009 4:52 pm
It was a chilly evening, crisp and sterile in the depths freezing northern temperatures. Even though the bitter cold could not manage to seep through Cosette’s porcelain flesh to cool her blood, she was bundled up tight like she was packing up to hike her way to the North pole. Her small and slender figure was overwhelmed by the thick white mink coat that was just a little to long for her. Upon her head was a matching set of furry earmuffs, planted neatly amongst her headful of brilliant blond curls. She was simply trying to walk down the sidewalk, And what do you know? There was a little cluster of people. Just standing around, hogging the entire walkway, and talking- No, screaming now. Where exactly did they expect her to walk, certainly not out along that filthy street.
“What the hell is wrong with you all? This isn’t a little hooker pick up corner.” Instead of attempting to be polite and simply saying ‘excuse me’, The small blond was literally trying to shoved her way through. “Seriously, Why can’t you all just…Oh, Hi Birdie!” One second she was all scorn and pris and the next, She was a smiling little princes that was nothing but charming when she lunged at Stan to throw her arms around him. She hugged him like they were just grand ol’ friends, Nevermind the fact that Cosette had once kidnapped and nearly threatened to kill poor Stan after smashing in his nose.
“Where have you been? I haven’t been able to find you.” Cosette muttered while she pulled away from the hug. With those deadly quick little fingers, she plucked the cigarette right out of Stan’s mouth and just as swiftly tossed it over her shoulder, where it probably landed somewhere on the screaming newbie vampire.
“Bad Habit, You know. It would be a shame if you choked over dead from something as petty as that.” Of course, the concern for Stan’s well being wasn’t as innocent as that smile she had planted on her round face. The unspoken, underlying meaning of her words turned out to actually be something like, ‘Would be a shame if you died before I had a chance to have fun mutilating and torturing you to death.’
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Posted: Tue Jan 20, 2009 5:20 pm
Wolf actually burst out laughing at the oh-so-obvious new vampire.
"Oh really? Do you have about ten guns at your disposal? And I can actually say something without swearing so much a sailor would blush. Every awkward silence a gay baby is born, and someone just had triplets."
He didn't answer the question about his parents though, the dark memories he loved to keep so ignored even Wolf was surprised he still remembered them. "Oh I would love for you to actually look more then two seconds at me, other then yelling your voicebox out, to see the reason why I survived almost 13 years in this unforgiving city." To top it off, Wolf played a little ending note on his guitar. The look on his face said Yeah. I went there.
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Posted: Tue Jan 20, 2009 5:35 pm
|| Goblin! - squee - ||
"No problem. Nah, I doubt they will, I'm just pissier than most but if you take tumbles like that during the busier hours of the evening then I it's probably safe to say you will be flattened in one way or another. And decapitation? It's possible but that's only if you piss me off or rub me the wrong way and you've got a lot more insurance than I do."
She pointed to her neck to make focal her point before Stan began talking to her again to try and make ammends for tailing her as opposed to simply approaching her to say 'hiya we hung out a few months ago'. As he explained that he thought she was relevant to keeping NYGH alive seeing as both her brothers had up and flown the coop, she began to tune him out. However, when he finished everything off with her apparently being troubled and him knowing he could help her she rolled her eyes. However, his final comment happened to get a chuckle out of her and she decided to simply not say anything in response. She wasn't won over that easily and she wasn't about to be psychoanalyzed by some guy who apparently knew he could help her. There was no help for someone who could make a profession out of ******** up.
Just as she was about to walk off and get herself a coffee or something, she backed up a step only to bump into Ceon, having not registered his cough. She instantly shot around only to realize that it was the devil himself that'd appeared behind her while she'd been distracted by other happenings. It figured he'd show up when she'd just finished ranting about how badly her life sucked and that was when she caught sight of the bag in his hand. She instantly grew suspicious and as opposed to asking why he was there she ripped the bag from his hand and looked inside. What she saw inside the bag had not been what she'd been expecting at all and she was stunned into silence for a moment but only a brief moment.
"Oh my God you're such a f**king p***k! Who the hell walks up to someone in the street that they knocked up to give them a ******** pregnancy test?! Jesus Christ!"
"French excused," she responded to Nicholas, "especially since I use a ton of it myself. And what's going on is you missed my huge temper tantrum rant about how my life f**king blows and you can probably ask someone for more details. I'm sure I'll come off as melodramatic if I keep exclaiming to every person in the street about how my life sucks. People will start to think I like the attention or something when the fact of the matter is attention for having your life sucking is probably not ranking high on my to do list at the moment."
Even though she'd only been smoking for a few months, Meredith recognized the signs of a craving and she took her packet of cigarettes out of her pocket and tossed them to him while she brought her silver lighter out of her breast pocket and tossed that to him too. She wasn't looking to make friends but that didn't mean she couldn't share. She figured she didn't have to be completely miserable though she definitely wasn't going to be the life of the party by any means though she seemed to be the star attraction at the moment.
When the formerly quiet and passive vampire began roaring at the kid that was on the rooftops, Eden began to howl with laughter. She wasn't a fan of Ozzy either but she honestly hadn't noticed the racket playing in the background until the vampire had decided to address it. This guy was killing her with his temper though she didn't know why, it was just hilarious for some reason and she decided to laugh. After snorting once she inserted her take on the situation, "I'd say take a pill but I've been exploding all over the place and you're absolutely comdedian material when you freak like that. Stand up comedy might be the thing for you except you don't really strike me as the kind of vampire that likes to stand up in front of audiences. And if you wanna shove it up his windpipe or a**, that's for you to decide."
However, while Meredith's attention had been on the new vampire and young lycan her attention turned when a girl began attempting to shove her aside and she was about to shove her back when the girl literally transformed on the spot. Of course, Eden instantly took a disliking to her but she didn't voice it, instead she raised her eyebrow as she took a take of Stan being hugged to death by the small blonde vampire. "Small blonde vampire booty calls? I don't get you, Dr. Stan." Of course her comment was relating back to his earlier one though she was stifling back laughter as she said hers.
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Posted: Tue Jan 20, 2009 6:33 pm
 
~~God save the queen, huntsman's back!~~
Prometheus walked out of the alleyway, taking in the fresh air. It's been a while, weeks, maybe even months. His violet eyes scanned the streets, looking for only one particualar immortal. He couldn't find her. Like always, she wasn't there. Prometheus sighed, his eyes falling on an all-too-familiar face. Wolf's. He was getting threatened by some immortal. He wanted to recap with Wolf and Reaper. Whoever was in control. Prometheus went over to him, sitting down beside him. "We still have that rematch we have to do."
 
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Posted: Tue Jan 20, 2009 6:39 pm
Wolf nearly fell off the building when he jumped from Prometheus's sudden appearence. "WHOA! Huh? Oh. Sorry, little jumpy." He glanced at the newbie vampire, then back at Prometheus. "Sooo... Anything new since your last disappearance? I honestly don't want to fight right now, maybe I'm tired, maybe I'm hungry, or maybe I just don't feel like it. I'm pretty sure it was the last possibillity." Wolf laughed a little. Or, perhaps, the crisp air was finally getting to him.
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Posted: Tue Jan 20, 2009 7:35 pm
Ceon shrugged, "I guess me. Now you can either take the test or hear the news from me. Yelling at me and kicking me between the legs won't make your life any simpler. And have you forgotten that it takes two to tango? Or that we were both hammered?" Ceon held out the bag to Meredith, seeming a bit agitated.
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Posted: Tue Jan 20, 2009 7:48 pm
"What are you, some f**king ultrasound, how are you supposed to tell me whether or not I'm gonna get incredibly fat in the next nine months or not? If you can tell me I'd feel a lot more dignified not having to piss on a stick to see if it ends up being pink or not or however those things work since I'm twenty and shouldn't even know what those things are like. ********! I'm barely out of my teens and I'm possibly friggin' pregnant! And if you can tell me the result why are you even bothering with this! Are you wanting to drag this out and make it more suspenseful to be a d**k or what? And yeah, you were definitely drunk otherwise you never would have gotten it on with me."
Of course she was panicking and that added to her agitation and hostility, not to mention she was depressed and didn't give a damn any longer. Had these people met her before he life had gone to s**t she might have been bearable to be around. She used to be fun, the person that always wanted to go out and do stuff and have fun, that kind of thing. Hell, she was the person that used to always want to try things new and now she was a spaz because she didn't want people near her. She didn't want to like people anymore because if she didn't like them then they couldn't hurt her.
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Posted: Tue Jan 20, 2009 8:00 pm
Ceon nodded, "We do have somewhat exceptional hearing. That and being that this isn't my first kid, and I've been able to detect the first signs of lycan pregnancy." He sighed and kept his legs tight together in case Meredith had the idea to kick him in the treasure again. "Hate to break it to you, but we're going to be parents..."
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