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 Posted: Mon Aug 24, 2009 8:24 pm
[[ Oh sheeeet, i forgot Veroen lost an eye a while back. XD ]]
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Posted: Mon Aug 24, 2009 8:28 pm
(( Lawlz! How could you forget something like that?! XD
Maybe he was gone so long because he was getting a special kind of surgery to get a new eye. rofl ))
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Posted: Mon Aug 24, 2009 8:31 pm
[[ lawl nah i just forgot. my memory isn't that great.. >> but yeah from now on i will be sure to take that into consideration when i RP. lol can't stare at people with eyes when you have only one eye and the other covered by an eyepatch. XD
Also, Vanity, do you have a profile? I didn't seem to find one made by you.]]
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Posted: Mon Aug 24, 2009 8:34 pm
James attempted to remain calm. Both eyes turned a purple color. "I am not now, never have been, nor will I ever be a wolf." He took a breath, his eye changed back. " I hate Lycans because as far as I am concerned there are NO good ones. But I guess I have no idea about them since all i know and ever plan to know is how they killed my entire town. I was a paster once. Not a hunter or a killer. But I made the mistake of taking in a group of the vile beasts and now I'm paying for my sins." He looked toward Veroen and smiled wickedly. "Truth is. I enjoy the company of Vampires compared to wolves. Sure I hunt them too, but at least they dont pretend to be what they aren't. You know where a vampire stands in this world. they feed on humans and admit it. Wolves like to play human till they nlose control and eat children. Then say it was an accident. I hate wolves and every time i've come across them they've been no good. Even those who started out hunting them and became them. they've been nothing but trouble. Stray dogs to be put down. Vile breasts to be roasted alive over a slow fire." James was standing and shaking by the time he finished.
He slowly sat back down. and sipped the water in front of him. " As for my age and smell. I dont think it matters. Im not wolf and Im as old as I am." He sipped again. "And why I'm embarrased to be eating with you. First, I am not poor, but ive lost my wallet and everything in it so I can not pay for my food. Secound I dont know when i've last ate because I have large amounts of time missing from my memory and when I wake from the missing time I tend to have a bottle next to me. And no i dont black out from drinking. Nor did I have the bottle before blacking out."
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Posted: Mon Aug 24, 2009 8:34 pm
[[ Lol Yeah I just kinda sorta submitted one.
I need to edit a couple of the entries though
>< One sec!
By the way, I made the Profile taking Vanity's personality in hand as though she wrote it, so no I'm not seriously conceited like that xD ]]
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Posted: Mon Aug 24, 2009 8:42 pm
[[Alright no worries then. Just checking. ^^]]
Veroen chuckled at James words. He was slowly but surely beginning to take an interest in this man. Besides the fact that he was racist against wolves for good reason, he wasn't so bad. Veroen remembered the day that Lycans killed his sister and family. So long ago it was... when he was human. He felt sympathy for the man.
But did he trust him? No.
Veroen smiled at Edith's words. Ah, how a joy it was to be with her again.
He took another slow drawn out drag off of his cigarette, and continued to ponder.
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Posted: Mon Aug 24, 2009 8:53 pm
(( No worries, Vanity. I am not nearly as aggressive or as loud-mouthed as Meredith is either. That's kind of expected. People who take people's RP characters offending theirs seriously and stuff really need to chillax. >.> ))
"Okay, but you still smell like one. And you can hate me all you want but the fact of the matter is I don't kill innocent people. I kill the same kinds of wolves and vampires that you kill and I don't eat children. I'm not a ******** animal so you can parade around and believe that all you want but you're sorely mistaken if you think I'm like that. And it's not a sin to make a mistake. We are all forgiven in God's eyes for our transgressions but he understands that humans make mistakes just as wolves or vampires or demons can. There are evil humans just as there are evil vampires, demons and wolves so you're going to have to get over yourself and smell the coffee sometime. Being that judgemental is only going to get you into trouble, old man." She was not at all fine with being called a beast but she was maintaining her cool a lot better seeing as though she didn't want to loose it and prove James right.
"I am NOT pretending to be ANYTHING, thank you very much. I'm a lycan, I am what I am but that does not change me as a friggin' person. Just because I am furry now doesn't mean I go eat and rape children just like the vampiric hunters here don't run off and kill humans. I AM NOT A DOG AND I AM SURE AS HELL NOT SOMETHING TO BE COOKED OVER A FIRE!" She'd stood up and pounded the table while snarling and looked around the table sheepishly and sat back down. "And if I'm no good then why the hell am I paying for your f--king meal and why didn't I up and kill you after you shot me, huh? YOU were the one who was acting like an animal if anyone in THAT situation so explain to me that one, smart a**. If anything God looks down on you for being such a dough head ..." It was clear that she did not by any means like being called a dog nor being told she was no good and should be roasted over a fire simply for being what she was.
"Whatever, you smell like one to me and if I was dumb enough to act like you I'd categorize you as one and decide to hunt you down and murder you for doing absolutely nothing. That is sooo justified. You self righteous people that kill in the name of the Lord are an absolute disgust and insult. God would never want you to murder anyone so your logic there is pretty flawed Mr. Friar or whatever it was you said you were. And as for your food, I'm paying for it despite the fact you've been an absolute a** hole to me in the past few seconds. And whatever you say about the drinking there, bub, whatever you say ..." She clearly wasn't impressed with James and he'd certainly rubbed her the wrong way by insisting that she was some evil entity meant to be killed. Fact of the matter was, she was in charge of him and she could easily use her authority to have him out of the hunters faster than he could hope to kill her.
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Posted: Mon Aug 24, 2009 9:01 pm
[[ D: I love you
People used to get so pissed at me in OOC because Vanity is usually 'out there' in IC >3< <33 ]]
Seeing the direction that the conversation was taking, a faint smile sparked at her glossy red lips. She propped her head in one hand and traced imaginary circles on the bar counter with the other as she sat their patiently, pretending to scan over the bottles that resided behind the bar.
Vanity was new to the area after all.. It was always wonderful to asses a situation before throwing yourself into it.
Since when was she this cautious? She was even beginning to surprise herself.
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Posted: Mon Aug 24, 2009 9:06 pm
James bit his tonge. Before he could offend her more with out thinking. "Miss Eden.....Nothing i say or do will or should excuse my manners. I should not have called you evil, even if the only reason was simply because you are my commanding officer. And I admit my view is warpped...." He wasnt looking at her as he spoke. " But I do not want to leave the impress on you that I do what I do out of some warped view of rightous faith. My hunting and killing is completely and utterly MY revenge. God would never agree to what I do, but as I see it, my life has given me little reason to start following the ways of a Bapist Paster once again. And truth, i hope you can proof me wrong and be a great person. But there is only one wolf whom I would trust if they told me they werent a monster and she was human never to begin with."
He looked up toward Veroen. "Sir i hope i havent offended you. Or given you reason to worry for her safety. I was a soldier once and I still remember the need for a chain of command. So unless she give me reason I dont plan to hunt her."
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Posted: Mon Aug 24, 2009 9:08 pm
[[edit]]
Veroen was somewhat surprised at Ediths angry outburst. Not that it wasn't like her to get worked up, it was just that it seemed as though her anger had somehow grown since the last time he had been here. He wondered if it was the Lycan blood that flowed in her veins....
He squeezed her hand reassuringly, and was silent, wondering what James would do. If he attempted to harm her Veroen would not hesitate to waste him where he stood. Even though Veroen had began to every so slightly take a liking to this man. Priorities were important to Veroen. And Edith was number 1 above all, even himself.
Once he heard James words, he had a hint of compassion in his own.
"Good to hear. You aren't all that bad. But regardless if Edith gives you reason to attack her or not, I won't tolerate it. But I appreciate the kindness you seem to be struggling to express. It will be noted."
Veroen was not to be taken lightly, but he was also wise. He had developed human emotions more than most Vampires in his long life, which gave him a soft spot for some creatures, but this was a rare occurrence. He never gave anyone trust that could possibly hurt him.
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Posted: Mon Aug 24, 2009 9:24 pm
(( I cannot stand people like that. Honestly. >.<
I have played more than one kind of character in my four or so years of RPing and people have done that to me as well. ))
"Nah. If you're going to discriminate against all lycans you might as well assume I'm evil too because like it or not I am one and that's not about to change. And yes, it is warped. I've had comrades taken down by all kinds of races and I do not pin my hatred on one race in particular for the choices of one or two certain individuals that represent it. There are a ton of lycans out there and not all of them are evil bad guys who kill for fun. And good to hear you don't think God would want you to do that because you'd be a pretty shitty paster if you did." Her arms had folded. She was about done with this conversation since it was pretty clear their views on the topic completely and totally conflicted. She did not tolerate racism of any kind whether it was against black people, vampires, demons or lycans. Categorizing people like that was simply a no no since everyone was unique and different so it was impossible to determine whether someone was evil or not without getting to know them first.
"Damned straight I'll prove you wrong. I am not going to eat any kids, that's sick and disgusting. I guess at least you can admit your view is warped ... I hope you don't go killing every lycan you see out of your revenge, though or I will see to it personally you are not capable of doing so any longer. And what happened to a wolf is a wolf is a wolf, huh? You can have your weird exceptions if you wish to, I'm going to stop talking about this before I smash this table or your head or something." Her arms were still crossed, more so to remind herself not to hit anyone or anything with her extreme stength. Of course, she had a temper, that much was clear but she was in pretty good control of it and refrained from doing anything that would get her kicked out of this place.
"As for attacking me, you aren't going to get your reason and your shot missed the first time so you can try your luck if you want but I don't put up with being shot at twice. That is not me being a wolf, that is me being me and a normal person being a normal person. Now, you're one of my hunters and I'd protect you just the same as I would anyone else from harm whether or not you'd return the favour. I don't do it because it's my job or because I expect protection in return, I do it because that's simply how I roll. Call me an animal all you want, I'll prove you all wrong." With that she took another sip of water and gently set it down on the table, the waiter having arrived with their orders and such. She thanked him for her order and quickly began making short work of her salad and fries.
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Posted: Mon Aug 24, 2009 9:33 pm
James nodded in response and looked at his food. He no longer felt hungry and the glass in front of him made his suddenly vilointly sick.
Whats wrong? Hunter cant handle what he has become anymore? Pathetic. You ordered it and craved it before your "talk" with her.
"shut up." He mumbled weakly.
Or what? Going to bash your head against a wall till you black out again? It clearly worked so well last time.
"I said shut up."
You can't even make me if you wanted to.
James closed his eyes and sipped at the glass of blood he'd ordered.
That's right you vile creature drink away. I wonder who died to give you that.
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Posted: Mon Aug 24, 2009 9:36 pm
Veroen was silent. He didn't know what to make of the situation. He could tell that Edith was taking great care in refraining from destroying things, and people. She was stronger. That much was certain. He could actually feel it when she gave him a hug or squeezed his hand.
He let out a sigh. He had become withdrawn from the world since he had been gone, which resulted in his lack of conversation. He didn't say anything, for he knew she could handle herself now since she was not human, but a Lycan. All he did was squeeze her hand again, a silent gesture letting her know he was there and that he cared.
He looked back toward James with his single crimson eye. His eyepatch reflected the low beam lights in the bar. He merely watched and listened. He took note of the hunter sipping on blood wich made him wonder what exactly was it that this Hunter was hiding.
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Posted: Mon Aug 24, 2009 9:43 pm
Vanity had gotten bored with the conversation. Mostly because she was the one used to doing all the talking. But whateve. She soundless slipped down from the bar stool and with a swift bend of her legs, she jumped onto the counter and hopped down gracefully on the bartender's side. There didn't seem to be any workers around. Not that she minded.
In fact, getting her own drink in a place she'd never entered reminded her of the good ole' days.
When she used to steal all the time and grab more than someone's feral attention.
She began to hum a tune, and simply by that hum one was able to get a sense of her voice. But the low tenor made it seem almost eerie and unapproachable. It was like watching your grandmother's scary glass doll walk about and hum a nightmarish lullaby.
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Posted: Mon Aug 24, 2009 9:46 pm
[[gotta run. Plans tonight. Be on again sometime soon, maybe tomorrow.]]
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