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 Posted: Sun Jan 25, 2009 3:18 pm
"It's my little hole in the ground," His voice was contented as he sunk himself deeper into the confines of his couch. A day of work, a moody women, and three crazed vampires later and a simple couch could become the most welcoming sight in the world. Even if he was going to be sharing it with a... crazed vampire bent on sucking him dry. Stan shrugged his shoulders and rubbed his temples as Cosette looked around the room. He knew Cosette wasn't exactly pleased with the lack of windows, but it was better for him as far as he knew. No one could really spy on him or enter his home without having to rip through his stronghold door. Stan would've thought that the Vampires were into the whole dungeon thing. Windows just seemed redundant for a Vampire.
"That's a DVD player. It plays DVD... uh films." Movies weren't exactly primitive technology, and most Gaslight period vampires knew at least a bit about the silver screen. Like, come on. You're immortal and you live in a box. Why aren't you in some ditch and dead? Stan grinned and thought about Amish Vampires, but was then caught up on the sight on his table. The psychologist reached over subtly and grabbed two spoons on the table and brought them towards his jacket as Cosette stared at his Star Wars poster.
"You're not going to kill me, Cosette." Stand said it bluntly, his free hand reaching for the DVD's remote. "Wanna watch a movie?"
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Posted: Mon Jan 26, 2009 4:42 pm
Cosette’s slender body stilled to a pause as she picked up on a few scattered thoughts. After piecing together the fragments, she managed to figure out the jest of just what the lounging Stan was thinking. Much to her distaste, He wasn’t thinking all too pleasing things. He was practically comparing her to a load of farmers that were so detached from the modern world that their fascination for DVD players and movie posters would be quite nearly the same as the victorian era Cosette's reactions. Much to her defense, the only reason she hadn’t bothered to ‘update’ herself was because there was just way too many things to wrap her mind around. She understood a little of it, Like the death-trap automobiles that she just couldn’t stomach being in. Or telephones, She liked those; but most things just flew right over her pretty little head.
“Why won’t I kill you Stan?” She questioned, circling back around the couch that he was sprawled out upon. “I certainly have every reason to want too. And I get bored easily.” Cosette muttered the last bit as she leaned over the sofa, those blond curls dangling like a gold curtain to frame her round face. In a movement too swift for the human; she reached with quick little fingers into his jacket and snatched those spoons from his grasp.
“Trying to clean up your clutter before your lovely guest realizes how messy you are? Things shouldn’t have been lying around in the first place.” She didn’t seem to notice anything out of the ordinary about spoons upon a table. Maybe Stan just drank a lot of tea and always neglected to take the spoon back to the sink. Cosette stole the spoons simply because she wanted to dispose of the ‘clutter’ herself, that way she could be sure it was done away with. “Where is your kitchen?” She asked, but she didn’t wait for a reply. Already, she was wandering off towards the halls with spoons in hand.
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Posted: Mon Jan 26, 2009 5:37 pm
"Because you haven't. You're not going to kill me even if I make it easy on you by bringing you here." Stan wasn't afraid to die either. He wasn't going to say it out loud though. Grim words would ruin the mood, then again Cosette was making an argument against his belief that she wouldn't kill him. And they were going to watch a movie. Was making the host nervous a practice Cosette usually performed? Stan didn't show it though. A statue couldn't have a better poker face. Of course, when the spoons were stolen from him, it changed just a tad bit.
"Cosette. Give those back!" The psychologist was clearly bothered by the freedom she was trying exert. In his house! Stan mentally reprimanded himself within the depths of his mind; Cosette would have more of a reason to step into personal matters. Attempting to bend spoons, Stan thought, She's going to think I'm crazy. Even that didn't stop him from being angry, Stan reached under the small table, producing a sawn-off shotgun and loaded it with a single shell. He pointed the gun up and depressed the trigger. A loud bang. No bullets. It was a blank. "Don't go in there." He gestured over to the archway which was across the way from the hallway she was moving to. "That's the kitchen." Stan loaded the shotgun, and that time it was a slug filled with UV.
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Posted: Mon Jan 26, 2009 6:12 pm
It was childish, but Cosette just rolled her eyes. After all, she wasn’t exactly known for as a real mature person. She could have come up with further argument on why Stan was just seriously wrong and how she might turn around at this very instant and tear his throat out; But unfortunately; he was right. She just wasn’t willing to admit aloud that Stan would remain alive and well until Cosette found someone that better suited her needs. Since she was supposedly ditched by her mad scientist, Stan was the only one left. Her only connection to the city and the modern world.
Cosette sensed the change in his mind before the outburst, anticipated it a whole second before Stan has decided to open his mouth and proclaim that there was something about her direction that he didn’t agree with. She was already turning around to ask what his problem was when there came an explosion of loud noise that painfully rattled her senses. She staggered, dropping the spoons to clutch her hands over her ears in a desperate attempted to block out the intrusion from her oversensitive and delicate hearing.
She would have been laughing, probably rolling on the floor with the little glimpse of knowledge she had snatched from his mind. The spark of anger made had made him so much easier to read and the spoon-bending ambitions would have been absolutely hilarious if she herself hadn’t been so upset. Had Stan necessarily had to go and shoot off a blank just to get her attention? Couldn’t he have just said, “Oh Cosette dear, the kitchen is there.”? Sure, it made her a whole lot more curious to know what he had hidden down that hall, but as she watched him load a UV bullet, she decided she wasn’t going to inquire further. For now.
“You can’t stay awake forever.” The spoons were back in her hand, swept off the floor in one fluid movement. She had clearly threatened him, her flat tone was laced with poison; but wither or not it pertained to his life or that she would simply wait until he slept to vencher into his secrets was unclear. “Put you’re petty toy away and stop trying to make up for abilities you clearly don’t have.” Without further word, She turned and disappeared into the kitchen to wash those damn spoons and do away with Stan’s clutter.
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Posted: Mon Jan 26, 2009 7:42 pm
The spoons were clean, a bit of dust, but they showed no signs of being used to eat. Stan didn't set them aside for that. They were for his pathetic attempts, which he did believe were frivolous, at trying to achieve some para psychological prowess. It didn't work like that, and Stan knew it. Hence pathetic. The psychologist put the shotgun away as Cosette entered the kitchen. He turned on the TV; it was on the news, but the volume was all the way down. "You're not going to hurt me and I'm not going to hurt you." He attempted to ignore Cosette's verbal attacks against his fruitless spoon-bending. Stan wasn't going to be discouraged, but Cosette's words were awfully discouraging.
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Posted: Tue Jan 27, 2009 6:36 pm
Despite her dislike for loud noises, Cosette was making and awful lot of it while she angrily slammed cabinets, nearly broke the faucet as she flipped the water on and glanced around for soap. She figured the spoons weren’t particularly dirty, but after dropping them on the floor she simply couldn't bare to place them back in the drawer. Who knows what had happened upon the floor of Stan’s home. She thoroughly cleaned the spoons, hastily dried them off and placed them away were they properly belonged. Soon after, Cosette reappeared just as Stan was making his irritating remark.
"Shut up, Stan. I'll hurt you if I damn well please." She snapped, venturing back out in to the main room. Just to make her point valid and more importantly rub it in his face, Cosette pointed a pale white finger at the shotgun and with a little flick of her wrist, sent the weapon went flying across the room. While she herself might be clumsy and relatively new to the stolen telekinetic ability, She was obviously much more gifted with it than Stan could ever hope to be. The UV equipped shotgun was clear out of his reach now and should Stan decided he was bold enough to threatened her again, He wouldn’t have the human speed to reach the gun before Cosette wrapped her greedy little hands around his throat. It would be a much more pleasant evening for Stan if he just behaved and played nice.
Without further ado, Cosette planted her bottom down on the sofa and impatiently gestured for Stan to stop being lazy and go put on a movie. He better pick something she would enjoy. Otherwise, Cosette would be sure to thoroughly express her opinion.
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Posted: Tue Jan 27, 2009 8:02 pm
Stan rolled his eyes behind his stylish horn-rimmed glasses. Stan was glad that Cosette wasn't holding the shotgun, and so it didn't really matter if she took it away or not. He had just come back from a stroll through the city; Stan was armed to the teeth with all sorts of trinkets. The psychologist didn't look at all bothered by it and turned on the television. He played the DVD already in the drive: Monty Python and the Holy Grail. Basically, this would be about Stan's hundredth time watching, but maybe Cosette hadn't. It was funny.
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Posted: Wed Jan 28, 2009 4:01 pm
((Don't know anything about Monty Python, So like..Hope everything is okay. >.>))
Stan was right; Cosette hadn’t seen the movie before. In fact, she hadn’t seen many movies at all; but after listening in on his thoughts of in-the-box vampires, she certainly wasn’t going to share that bit of information for laughs. From the very start of the movie, Cosette had already decided she wasn’t going to find it amusing. It was a British movie and that straight away caused Cosette to figure she obviously wouldn’t enjoy it. Although she had been the product of a French father and a British mother, Cosette would lie straight through her perfect pearly white teeth that she was in no way associated with the British. Speaking of the French, They weren’t portrayed in a very charming light during that movie. Every time a French solider would say something rather vulgar or throw out insults involving something about hamsters and berries, Cosette would pull her blue eyes from the television to glance at Stan with an utterly stunned and repulsed expression.
Despite herself; she did find the movie at least a little bit amusing, even if she wouldn’t admit it aloud. The movie was set in an era that was before her own time and even she had grown up on childhood stories about King Arthur. So to say the least, Some of it was pretty funny; But since Cosette had decided she was simply going to pout through the entire movie, She found it difficult not to laugh. At times, the corners of her mouth would turn up in a quaint little smile, but she would hastily raise a hand to her face, forge an itch and conceal the glimpse of a smile.
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Posted: Thu Jan 29, 2009 4:03 pm
Stan had a much different reaction than Cosette. The psychologist had seen the movie many a time, and he couldn't get bored of it. He spent the entire movie either laughing, snickering, or attempting to explain it's relevancy to Cosette. Like the bit with the french guys, "It's a play on a stereotype that no one really cares about. They make it a point in English comedy to be as absurd as possible. Don't take it to heart."
Stan watched the rest of the movie, only speaking when Cosette seemed inquisitive enough. His eyes were getting bleary though. It was late and he hadn't planned on having Cosette over, or any guests for that matter. He almost drifted off to sleep a few times, mostly during the movie's animation scenes, but his eyes would shoot up at a funny part which the film was replete with.
"Did you like it?"
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Posted: Thu Jan 29, 2009 4:53 pm
Cosette just shrugged. She sure as hell was not going to give Stan the satisfaction of knowing that she really had enjoyed the movie, or at least the bits that made a crack at old world ideals and customs. Although, she could sense that poor Stan was getting weary and nearly drowsing off in front of his guest. Maybe he wouldn’t have even noticed if Cosette muttered the truth. Instead, she decided to change the subject.
“Getting tired, Birdie? Can’t you just go drink some coffee? Isn’t that what this century is functioning off of?” She jumped to her feet, stretching out and extending her arms above her head with a mute little yawn.” Do you have some in the kitchen? I can go try and make you some. You shouldn’t be falling asleep already; it’s hardly past 3am.” Cosette honestly had no idea how to make coffee, but since she didn’t want to be compared to the Amish; she figured she could get away with faking her way through the process. It couldn’t be too difficult. Everything was mechanic these days. Just dump the grains in something and press a button, right? Much like earlier, she made no attempt to wait for a reply or notice that Stan even liked coffee. She was already trotting her way back to the kitchen.
However, after a rather brief moment and a lousy look around of the kitchen, Cosette had returned. She slipped up behind the couch, draping her slender arms over Stan’s shoulders and pulled close behind him. If anything, her cold skin would shock him back into awareness. “I can’t find any coffee. Do you even have some? You could have told me so before I got up and walked all the way in there.” She murmured, her voice a cool whisper at his ear. Stan smelled good, Cosette randomly noticed as she inhaled a deep soothing breath. Friendly little hunters shouldn’t smell so lovely.
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Posted: Thu Jan 29, 2009 6:20 pm
Stan didn't really say much. Blinking in and out of consciousness every few minutes or so. It wasn't that he was bored or anything; Stan had been up since five in the morning yesterday, and was genuinely planning on sleeping about several hours before the conclusion of the movie. He did hear what Cosette was saying though and the thought of coffee sounded nice. Unfortunately, Stan didn't do coffee, he was a Coca-Cola man. Of course, like Cosette had hypothesized, Stan's eyes shot up and his sensibilities returned to him at her touch. She had done it more than a few times, but this time with his weariness, and her promise to kill him in his sleep. Stan became afraid and tensed up. "I don't have coffee. I don't like the taste."
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Posted: Thu Jan 29, 2009 7:02 pm
“What’s wrong with it? I like the scent. It’s so warm and soothing. I enjoy holding a cup between my fingers and just breathing in the fragrance. “Cosette muttered, not entirely sure she was still talking about caffeinated beverages. If Stan hadn’t immediately tensed under her gentle touch, a flicker of that savage yearning may not have sparked to life in the back of her broken mind. The thought that Stan was tired, that he may not have the endurance at such a late hour to put up a victorious fight crossed her mind. Disregarding the idea that Stan might be equipped to the hilt in lethal weapons and nearly forgetting that she enjoyed his company, she went on to assume that Stan would be an awfully simple and easy kill. He had after all ruined her earlier plans for a meal when she had run into him upon the busy sidewalk. She was due for nourishment and her body was making it very well known to her with a sudden craving that matched that of an addict.
“You are a stupid boy.” She whispered so softly, Cosette wasn’t sure her voice was even audible to human ears. Stan shouldn’t have brought a vampire into his home and most certainly not Cosette, whose moods and opinions shifted so rapidly that at any instant she might decided she could simply find herself a new pet to terrorize. Her fingers trembled just the slightest in dangerous anticipation and she simply couldn’t help herself when she planted a feather light kiss upon his throat.
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Posted: Thu Jan 29, 2009 7:22 pm
Veroen appeared out of a cloud of shadow on the top of an appartment building in the residential district, holding Meredith in his arms. Shadow traveling was an ability he learned long ago, from killing a Void Vampire who tried to kill him. It took a great amount of energy out of him, however, and he was now drained from it. He set Meredith down, and collapsed to his knees, slowly transforming back to his human-like form.
He then fell onto his stomach. Apparently, shadow traveling two people was twice as difficult, causing Veroen to lose conscious.
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Posted: Thu Jan 29, 2009 7:39 pm
Meredith, surprisingly enough hadn't even trembled once in fear but she had been trembling indeed but out of anger. She couldn't believe what a b*****d Ceon was. He'd invited her over for ******** supper and then because she was finally happy again he had to go and try to ******** kill their child! Fine! That was fine by her because now he wasn't going to see his kid at all! If he did see his kid they would definitely know that their own father had tried to kill them when they'd just been two weeks old and that he had anger management issues and had tried to kill her as well. Her aim wasn't to get the kid to hate Ceon but she figured they deserved to know the truth about the matter.
However, just as she'd been about to tell Veroen a few things on her mind he began collapsing and she barely caught him before he keeled over and hit the rooftop. She gently sat down on the rooftop and placed Veroen's unconscious form in her lap as she hugged him though he didn't need her body warmth. She didn't want to let him go, though, everything that could have gone wrong between Ceon and her had gone wrong and everything between him and Lily that could have gone wrong had gone wrong. She no longer had the support of this child's father and she was outraged at how two-faced Ceon had turned out to be.
Meredith gently ran her hands through Veroen's hair as he laid there unconscious and she gently kissed his cheek before whispering into his ear though he couldn't hear her. "Thanks, sweetie. It's my turn to protect you ... I'm sorry for putting you through all this."
As they sat there alone up on the roof Eden rocked Veroen's unconscious form back and forth, partly out of nervousness and partly out of habit since if he'd been a human she would have needed to keep his circulation running. However, she held him close to her, protectively as she sat up on the barren rooftop with her legs crossed, shivering slightly since she'd been through an awful lot of snow.
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Posted: Thu Jan 29, 2009 7:40 pm
"The taste is too strong."His voice was drawn out and dreamy, and not in the sexy way. The guy was just very sleepy. He yawned. The couch really did help with that to. It's like it massaged him when it was obviously tailored during the cold war and no couch had those capability during the early 80s. The cushions were profound and it felt like he was sinking for eternity. It wasn't here nor there, so it was better off mentioning that Cosette was making him extremely comfortable. His eyes shut and he sighed. It was easy to get lost. He was tired and his inhibitions (since the self-realization that he was a poor hunter) had been shot. It was easy... He shivered as he slowly drifted, not quite asleep yet, but calm enough.
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