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 Posted: Tue Jan 20, 2009 8:03 pm
Now, Stan just felt out right ignored. He didn't let it get to him though. The psychologist stood their, taking casual drags on his cigarette as the Earth figuratively caved in on itself in several malignant and annoying sinkholes. Everyone had some sort of social defect, and everyone was showing it within the same square-inch of the city. It was loud, obnoxious and generally idiotic. Stan, although chuckling, was dying a little inside.
Then Cosette crawled out the woodworks in the most charming and prissy way possible. He took the hug in his own stride, keeping his hands off her remembering she wasn't fond of being touched back. "Hey there!" Stan exclaimed with a smile on his face. Cosette's undertones usually revolved around murder, but as far as Stan could tell it wasn't happening any time soon. As far as he was concerned, Cosette was like the kid sister he never had. Well, that's what he told his neighbors at least. "I've been around. Doing different stuff, mostly under the sunlight. Y'know, maybe I'll take you there some day."
Stan got a smirk out of that last bit. Although he frowned when Cosette successfully snatched his Davidoff Classic. He reached out to catch it but his reach wasn't far enough, nor was he swift enough to wrap his fingers around the flung cigarette. "Are you serious? Davidoff Classics cost 7.50, Cosette. Come on! They're fancy and European. It's right up your alley. You should try one. The head rush is amazing."
Stan looked back at Meredith as she attempted the comeback. "Cosette is akin to my sister.... At least I didn't get knocked up." Stan turned away again. It was pointless even trying now with all the people around. There was no way Stan was going to hear Meredith's plight in this s**t storm. Stan grinned at Cosette, "Wanna go somewhere?"
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Posted: Tue Jan 20, 2009 8:17 pm
Meredith snorted at Stan's own come back and couldn't help but die on the inside a little herself. "Bird? Not really something that sounds sisterly to me, makes it sound like you're her whipped pet. And seeing as she's looking at you like you're a meal or an animal she'll enjoy killing I'll stand by that first statement. Ah, whatever. If she kills you I guess that's your problem and I'll be the only hunter again. Whoopie." She really didn't care if Stan wanted to go off and get killed by some blonde vampire that put on the whole innocent act when she clearly wasn't. Eden was already getting bad vibes from the girl and seeing as she'd had years of practice she decided that she was going to stick with the vibes thing since she was usually right.
Stan could go f**k himself as far as she was concerned. He thought he could help her but clearly he needed just as much f**king help as she did if he was parading around with little vampires that clearly were the dominant ones in whatever relationship it was they had. F**ked up was what it was and she didn't need to be involved in that. She wasn't going to follow after Stan and babysit him if he was going to make stupid choices. He wasn't a baby, it wasn't her job to follow him around because he was a dumb a** so he could go do whatever the f**k he wanted. Unfortunately the part she hated was the fact that she would care if he died and she'd probably blame herself. He was a hunter, in a way he was family even though she barely knew him and he'd pissed her off.
'D**n you suck at being a bitter a** hole to that doesn't care ... You've got the b**ch part down but not the don't give a d**n part.'
As opposed to actually reacting to Ceon's news, Meredith fell silent and turned away from him, from everyone there. She simply began to walk off in silence without any explanation as to where she was going, as to what she was doing. Stan was right about one thing, there were way too many people there acting like morons including herself. She didn't have any social decency right now, she didn't give enough of a f**k to have it anymore.
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Posted: Tue Jan 20, 2009 8:25 pm
Ceon followed up behind her, though he knew that's the opposite of what she wanted. But she needed comfort. She needed hope that this wasn't the end for her. He came up beside her and kept his head low, "I know how you're feeling, Meredith......scared, hopeless, suicidal. Any girl of your age would feel that way, but you have to know: something like this shows that life is just beginning. And this is something to live for, not to shy away from. Think of it as a new start, getting away from all the demons in your past."
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Posted: Tue Jan 20, 2009 8:34 pm
Meredith started giggling like a little girl when Ceon said that it'd be like having a clean slate by having a kid. Was he f**king nuts? Just because she was having a kid didn't make all of her past go away, if anything it just highlighted how sh**ty a life she'd just made for herself. She could deal with anything but being a mother. She wasn't responsible, she wasn't careful, she wasn't a respectable member of society, she was no role model. She was everything a mother was not and she was probably going to get her kid killed as opposed to nurturing it properly. Knowing her luck she'd probably get someone's hand through her stomach and lose her kid just like that and then she'd feel even sh**tier about her life.
"I'm not going to commit suicide over something like this, that'd be a waste. I guess it doesn't matter anyway since I'm having a baby that's gonna rip my stomach open but that doesn't exactly get me away from all my demons now does it? Nah, that just makes me die and we'll be one hunter shorter again. Life's life, most of us die young anyhow."
Eden seemed perfectly at peace with dying and leaving the world behind, she was surprised she was able to just shrug it off like that. Wow, people really were a** holes if she didn't give enough of a damn to worry about herself and put up a fight to survive. Nah, she'd rather have her kid living with his dad as opposed to her contaminating the world with her vulgar attitude that no one cared for. It was only a matter of time before everyone got frustrated with her and gave up on her completely.
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Posted: Tue Jan 20, 2009 8:43 pm
Ceon chuckled when she spoke of the pup ripping through her stomach, "Listen, you dan't have to go like that. All it takes, is a bite from me or any other lycan and you don't die. Besides, lycans usually have easier births."
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Posted: Tue Jan 20, 2009 8:56 pm
"Maybe I want to go like that."
That was her single statement as she continued to walk away from the group, from everything. She didn't know where she was going but she really needed a f**king walk right now.
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Posted: Tue Jan 20, 2009 9:04 pm
(( Ceon can hear the formation of minuscule cells?))
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Posted: Wed Jan 21, 2009 4:42 am
((Maybe he was genetically fused with a stethoscope? And Thunder, either you were role-playing ignorance and homophobia or you find something wrong with gay people?)) Nicholas was glad of the fact he was now fading out of attention. He realized that all of these people had drama of their own, and he was the odd one out. That was fine by him. He took a cigarette from the packet gratefully, he placed it in his mouth and took a match from his pocket, lighting it up on the wall and placing it to the ciggy. He took a deep drag, savoring it, and blew the smoke out of his nose, stretching. He didn't want to cough, he didn't want attention, unlike all of the other people of the male gender around here, so he simply nodded at Stan meekly for giving him the cigarette, and for not staking him through the heart or something, and walked away. The cigarette slipped from his lips, and he screamed with anguish internally, he begged, pleaded for that cigarette not to hit the ground. And it didn't. It hovered in the air, an inch from the ground, and slowly brought itself back up to his lips. "Holy sh*t" He murmured, taking another drag. He didn't have anywhere to go, so he decided the best way to go was following loosely after Meredith, the only person in the god forsaken city who had even payed him a compliment. He'd be fine if it wasn't for this damn aching pain inside him, he was hungry, but he couldn't work out what for..
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Posted: Wed Jan 21, 2009 7:35 am
((A stethoscope powered by the nuclear fusion of both suns of the Andromeda Galaxy, apparently.
He's role playing a twelve year old who are usually ignorant and/or homophobic. I think it's valid, unless I'm wrong and he actually is just homophobic, but then again (still) twelve year old.))
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Posted: Wed Jan 21, 2009 9:00 am
((I suppose so, my homophobia alarm tends to go off at stuff like that, is all.))
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Posted: Wed Jan 21, 2009 9:30 am
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Posted: Wed Jan 21, 2009 12:03 pm
((You have a homophobia-alarm? Besides, it was just something you either say "Hahah" at or "That's stupid." Or both. A bad crack at a joke, okay?)) Wolf sighed, and looked out to the horizon. It was hard to see through the smog, cars, buildings, more smog, more cars, and more buildings. The hurt inside him was never visible, unless some sort of powerful psychic vampire took a few minutes to try to read his mind. Wolf watched some people dismiss themselves from the group, and form yet another one. He had a melancholy look on his face, as if old memories were faced with the frightful possible truth. Maybe it was.
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Posted: Wed Jan 21, 2009 3:54 pm
((Hey X3 Let's see if I can actually manage posting and working all in the same day. Haven't written anything since I got a job.))
“Like a sister…”Cosette repeated, mumbling under her breath. It was a term that had never once before been used to describe one of her relationships. She had grown up an only child and much preferred it to be as such. There was simply too much competition when you had to deal with siblings. “For your own sake, it sounds like I may need to extend the effort and change your opinion of us. If I had a brother, He would most certainly be dead and long gone. And I like you Stan. I wouldn’t enjoy having to kill you so quickly.” No, She would rather extend his death out over a few days. Or maybe weeks, if she was feeling particularly
She entirely ignored Stan when he went off about his cigarette, She obviously didn’t care in the least. Cosette would throw away every single one of Stan’s cigarettes if she had too. She wouldn’t have him dying of some pathetic everyday cause. And besides, The things smelled bad and tickled her delicate senses. Her attention had drifted to the other vampire, A clumsy, confused, hungry, and trash can tripping guy when Stan offered him one of his death-on-a stick cigarettes. She had nearly made up her mind to go and do the very same to that cigarette simply because the smell was bound to leach into her expensive and stolen coat when instead, Cosette watched it fall to the ground on it’s own accord. Hah, even gravity fancied Cosette. Only, it didn’t reach the ground and instead hovered. She wondered briefly, that if she trapped the youngling and stole his blood; if she might just acquire what specialties he had. He certainly had a talent for it. Before She’d made up her mind, Stan was talking again and snatching her delicate focus.
“What? Where? What do you want to do?” Cosette asked while she turned back around, maneuvering awkwardly under that fluffy and bulky coat just so she could set her blue eyes back on Stan.
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Posted: Wed Jan 21, 2009 5:38 pm
Nicholas took a drag and exhaled again, looking back at the group. He began to realize that had had no money and that he had been sober for nearly a week. He then picked up something, a little fluttering of words, a few shards of a shadow of a memory, drifting from the little p***k with the guitar. He took one last drag of the cigarette and flicked it into the nearby trash-can, turning to the others. He had two choices, ask for money, or stand near them until they got uncomfortable and asked him if he needed anything. He decided the second one was better for him generally, and wandered back over to the group, shuffling his feet for a while. As he waited for the awkward silences to grow longer until they gave him a little loan, he pondered how he had made that cigarette float back up. Either god loved him, Physics had short-circuited, or he could move sh*t with his mind. None of them were particularly useful pieces of information, but hey, having psychic powers would get him some booze money somehow.
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Posted: Wed Jan 21, 2009 9:56 pm
"Aww, I knew you cared." Stan smiled and looked at Cosette with mock joy, lacing his fingers together and brought his joined hands to the side of his head as his eyes fluttered exaggeratedly and ultimately dreamily. He snorted at his own sarcasm, his posture returning to his usual casual self. The psychologist wasn't very intimidating, he seemed extremely normal by most standards, yet he wasn't exactly lost in the New York Underground either. Stan wasn't going to be bullied, or scared by immortals unless actions warranted that act. Cosette seemed only half-way certain that she was going to kill Stan, very slowly. As tactics went, Stan would keep his enemies closer. Better to know exactly where Cosette was in case; rather than slipping up via the paranoia of wondering in which shadows his enemies were lurking. "I'm stricken with grief, little sister." He whispered after a snort and nearly a chuckle, "You would have me suffer?"
He ignored the other individuals around him as he planned on leaving that particular street. Frankly, he hadn't caught Nicholas' discovery of his Extra-sensory Perception and his capability to carry out Anomalous Operations. He'd be mystified maybe for a second, but would remind himself that it wasn't too great of a thing. Cosette had nearly suffocated him with her Psionic abilities. Maybe she'd allow him at least a few Para-psychological experiments, which would not at all make the vampire a lab rat, but rather a key and important figure in a possible advance/explanation for the phenomena. Stan was just curious.
He finished his musings and focused on Cosette once more, she was likely reading his mind anyways. He didn't care either way. "Well," Stan began, "You were going somewhere before you caught sight of me. I can accompany you there."
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