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 Posted: Thu Aug 02, 2007 8:25 pm
[Nyx D. Altair]
Crimson eyes flashed as another person approached - the barista, from barely half an hour ago. He snarled, snapping at the air as near to her as he could get. Moments later, though, she was removed from his sight and he resumed hiding and clinging desperately to Fortayu.
"get her away..." he hissed, tangling a hand in the other male's silver hair. His eyes were clenched shut tightly, his entire skeletal body shaking as if an earthquake was tearing through it. "intruder... intruder..."
[Alan K. Altair]
"Alright, Chop Suey it is." Without another word, the muscular Kaltec revved up the Honda and sped off, reaching the bar in only moments, as the place was literally one-point-six miles away. Swinging his legs up and over the door, he catapulted himself out of the vehicle and sprinted inside.
The scene he was greeted with was worse than he imagined. Under the table, he saw the pool of blood, the two huddled figures, and another woman cautiously crouched nearby. The stares cast toward the people beneath the table, and the horrified waitress's stunned expression, signaled Alan that this... was hell.
"Oh God. Nyx...?" He crept toward the table. "Who's under there? Is anyone hurt?"
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Posted: Thu Aug 02, 2007 8:55 pm
[Nathan A. Wilson]
Nathan followed Alan's lead, hopping out of the S2000 in a similar manner. His braided hair waved behind him like the tail of a kite as he hurried into the club. There was a harsh click as his flip-flops crashed against the floor, his shock making his feet like lead.
"What... is going on...??" His brilliant blue eyes gazed around the bar, taking in the terrified stares and the sobbing waitress. "Wh-where's Nyx? Is he okay?"
Spotting the deep red puddle, he gasped dramatically and his manicured hand flew to his chest. "Has someone been hurt?? Is Nyx okay?"
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Posted: Thu Aug 02, 2007 9:14 pm
Helena came out the corner of the trash infested alley, and ended up at the back of Chop Suey. The door in the back was locked with a rusted old pad lock, making it a little difficult to get in. After a few minutes of kicking the lock, it finally broke, and she had busted open the door. Once entering, she came in seeing several eyes focused on a table, and Nathan and Alan standing straight in front of her on the other side of the table were all the eyes were focused on.
"I knew it! Oh my god, Nyx!" Helena spoke with a desperate tone to get to him and help him. The boots on her feet made a small noise as she walked over behind Nyx and the stranger under the table, easing in so she does not startle the two. Placing a small hand on him spine, she moved her head around so she could see his face.
"Nyx...Nyx are you alright?" Helena had no care that her knees were sitting a small pool of the black blood that escaped his wrist. All she wanted to know if he was still able to recognize his friends, whether she was to get hit or not.
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Posted: Thu Aug 02, 2007 10:40 pm
Fortayu felt a mix of emotions when someone else neared the table: irritation at more people bothering the obviously troubled male, and thankfulness that it seemed to be somebody that knew him. As another person walked up behind the new arrival, he shook his head.
"I'll give you a proper introduction later; for now it'd probably be a good idea if people backed up a little." He sighed and hugged Nyx tightly, running fingers through his hair cautiously in an attempt to soothe him. "He got hurt a little but I healed it... He scared a waitress pretty badly but she isn't hurt, and some idiot stuck his hand under here, not understanding the close call the waitress had earlier. He got his hand bitten... and broken... and he left just a minute ago." He sighed, closing his silvery eyes briefly. Of course, when he did a woman came up on their other side and proceeded to climb under the table as well.
Eyes snapping open in disbelief, he just stared in horror as she touched him.
"Okay, wait a minute! What part of blood puddle on the floor doesn't mean possible danger to you???" He held Nyx to him tightly, hoping to both reassure him and hold him still in case he made an attempt at lashing out at the woman who was unwisely placing her hand on his back.
He shook his head and rested his chin on Nyx's shoulder, his bright silver mane mingling with the other male's raven locks. What would happen would happen, and he hoped he could keep the frightened man from hurting anyone any more.
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Posted: Fri Aug 03, 2007 2:02 am
[Nyx and Alan Altair]
Nyx's eyes flashed dangerously as he heard his brother's voice. "why is he here...?" he hissed to Fortayu, blocking himself from hearing Nathan. He still seemed at least somewhat stable, though, not trying to hurt anyone or anything.
Until Helena touched him. He jolted as if he'd been electrocuted, and screeched wildly. "Get it away!" he shrieked, his entire body almost seeming to go into a seizure. Snarling, he twisted around in the silver-haired man's embrace madly and grabbed the arm that had dared invade his space, holding it tightly at the wrist and just before the elbow, making a motion to snap it.
Successful or not, he still turned back and clung to the other male, appreciating the reassuring and soothing hold. He calmed in the near-stranger's arms as Alan slowly, carefully approached out of the frightened man's sight.
"He... trusts you...?" the muscular twin inquired in awe. "He doesn't trust anyone off his meds... At least, he hasn't before..." Biting his lip softly, he smiled. "That means you can probably get him to take his pills without a fight. Take these..." He pulled three bottles from his pocket and handed them to Fortayu one by one, with instruction. "He needs two of these... one of these... and one of these..."
Pausing, he tilted his head. "Ask him if he's taken his pain pills yet, please. If he hasn't, he'll probably need three or four, but I only have two left in the bottle I carry with me..."
All this while, Nyx didn't seem to notice his twin talking, as he was out of sight past the silver-haired man. He simply continued holding tight to Fortayu, quietly trembling.
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Posted: Fri Aug 03, 2007 8:13 am
Elizabeth stayed far enough away that she couldn't be grabbed, bitten, or otherwise. She just watched in utter horror, trying to catch a glimpse of the person he was so carefully trying to protect. She wouldn't let herself leave, she couldn't do that. She refused to face outwards, not proving to be much of a barrier, but she didn't seem to really care. Craning her neck once more, she caught a view of something, but she couldn't see any really distinguishable features.
When he finally spoke, she was both shocked and horrified. She knew that voice, of course she did. She had just heard it, and she knew who it was in an instant. That was the shock. The horror was that something like that could happen to a piece of what she held dear. She knew the protective...whomever wouldn't let her past, so she didn't try to break through, but she didn't back off.
That was when she heard the voice, the voice of her true beloved. She forced herself to only have her gaze follow him as he came near, and it took almost everything she had within to stay calm and act like a mature adult. There were so many things she could do with him so close, she could hardly contain herself.
When the man protecting Nyx moved out of the blocking view, she could see everything, and for the first time she could remember, she was noticing all of the band members, along with the strange new guy who seemed to be quite attached to Nyx already. Elizabeth felt like an intruder, like she was seeing a private scene that she really shouldn't have been seeing, but she still was frozen to the ground, unable to move, but unable to speak or act either. She was sure she was little more than an inanimate object in the way to the others, but she couldn't move.
As Alan spoke once more, her eyes teared up and she didn't know why. Maybe it was because of what she had seen already coming to the surface. Maybe it was just the beauty of Alan, mere inches away from where she had placed herself. Maybe it was the fact that she knew she could do nothing to stop the pain. And finally, maybe it was the calm, courageous act Alan was doing, taking such good care of his brother in such a situation.
Her arms, which were not frozen in place, moved bringing her index finger to her eyes so she could wipe away the mysterious tears.
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Posted: Fri Aug 03, 2007 10:59 am
Isabella sat at the counter in her antique shop. She was ahead of schedule; there were after all, more important things to attend to today. She reread the poster she found while she painted her nails silver: Vampiric Mangos, Fir. June 27 8:30 p.m. Chop Suey 1325 E Madison St. Seattle. Luckily there were no customers at the moment to hear her fangirl-esque squeal. Isabella couldn't wait; lives were what she lived for.
She finished up her nails and began closing shop. It was still fairly early, but she knew she had to get ready and she never knew how long that could take. Her hair alone could take an hour, not to mention finding something cute to wear that wouldn’t make her uncomfortable crowded with all the other fans.
As soon as she was out the door and on her way to her apartment, Isabella couldn’t help but hum one of her favorite Vampiric Mangos covers. I think I’ll wear something light and I’ll just let my hair dry naturally then put it in pigtails. Hopefully this time I won’t get stalked by a forty-year old business man begging me to call him daddy. Isabella gave a slight shiver of disgust after remembering what happened last time she wore her hair in pigtails past daylight.
While contemplating what outfit and accessories she would wear, Isabella paused in mid-step. There was a strong smell of blood coming from somewhere nearby and It hit her hard. She had to calm herself as her fangs lengthened and her nails grew. Damn, I just painted them too
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Posted: Fri Aug 03, 2007 11:05 am
Fortayu sighed a little and loosened his hold on Nyx after he tried snapping the woman's arm anyway.
"He's here because he cares, Nyx." Shaking his head, he couldn't help but be struck by how.... strange his position was. He was under a table, futiley trying to keep a strange man from hurting any other people unwise enough to touch him or get too close, with no idea what the hell was going on. Very.... undignified.
Setting his pride aside for the moment, he took the pills and measured them out obediently, setting the bottles on the table above them as he finished. With a handfull of pills, Fortayu turned his attention back to the man clinging to him.
"Nyx... here. Take these..." He held out the medication. "They'll help. Have you taken anything for pain?" He bit his lip, hoping that things wouldn't go as badly as they seemed to be headed.
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Posted: Fri Aug 03, 2007 3:27 pm
Helena stayed there with the blood staining her precious black and white striped leggings. Pain was nothing that scared her, and blood was something she was comfortable to be around. A small pulse rushed through her body as Nyx grabbed her right arm, making it look like he wanted to break it.
"Nyx, it's alright. There is no need to break my arm," her voice full of compassion, and reassuring volume, "It's just me, Helena." There was a small smile on her face to make it seem like she was no threat to him.
She carefully ran her free hand's black nails up the side of his face and into his hair, trying to get him to calm down from her intrusion, even though she was fully aware that she probably should not have came so close to him. There is no restriction to what Helena would do, and this was nothing that would hold her back; pain and all, she dove right in to help her fellow band mate, but most importantly, one of her close friends. The nail marks in her left wrist from when she had the epiphany were clearly visible for anyone too see now. They had turned slightly black and purple from her grip being so hard. "Remember, you promised you would take good care of yourself, now please take those."
She looked over to the stranger also under the table, wondering who he was. "It's okay. I can grin and bare the pain. I will be alright. We just need to make sure that he takes his meds." Her right hand became slightly red from the grip, along with the skin that was under his hands which held so tightly. Memories of her past were the only things that were running through her mind now; of all the pain from her years of depression; all the years of torture upon herself. She knew just what he was going through.
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Posted: Fri Aug 03, 2007 5:49 pm
[Nathan A. Wilson]
Nathan flinched as he watched the scene before him unfold. Nyx's attempt at breaking Helena's arm, his snarled displeasure with Alan's presence, all these wildly out-of-character things sent fear up and down the Scot's spine.
"Wh-why is... what's going on...?" His voice trembled as he knelt down, trying to get a better view beneath the table and maybe figure out what was happening. "He-helena..." he muttered shakily. "Get away from him..."
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Posted: Fri Aug 03, 2007 8:17 pm
[Nyx and Alan Altair]
Nyx nodded quietly as Fortayu asked if he had taken pain meds. "three," he stated quietly. He carefully took the pills from his protector, staring at them for a minute. "okay..." Silently, he dry-swallowed the four of them before returning to his tight latch on the other male.
But Helena touched him again. His medication was in no way immediate; her touch was still a massive threat. Her hand was in his hair, and he screeched madly again. "It's touching me again!" he screamed, turning and biting her wrist as hard as he could. Releasing quickly, he then buried his face in Fortayu's shoulder, starting to cry.
"Helena!" Alan yelled in alarm, grabbing her and pulling her from under the table. "Jeezus, him trying to break your arm wasn't a hint?" Shaking his head in near disbelief, he sat in a chair not too far away and held his head in his hands. "Now all we can do is wait..."
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Posted: Fri Aug 03, 2007 9:18 pm
Helena stumbled about after being forcibly removed from under the table. Her hand held the bitten wrist as she caught her balance just a few feet away from the two under the table.
"It's just like a wild animal and a stranger. For the animal to trust you, it bites you, and if you show no pain or any bit of a scared anticipation, it will feel as if it could not win against you, making it trust you. That's why I was not scared about him about to break my arm, because I knew that if he did, he would realize that I don't care what happens to me, as long as he gets better, and trust me." Her words were full of information and she bluntly stared at Nyx and the stranger. It was almost like she was talking to nobody but herself.
Not a single ounce of voice escaped her lips after her statement. She simply stood there with her hand, which Nyx had bitten earlier, resting against the red scarf that wrapped tightly around her neck.
There were small beads of blood slowing falling from the bite holes in her wrist. They were sliding off her wrist and onto her scarf. Although it blended in with the blood red fabric, you could still see a small ring of where the drops where.
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Posted: Fri Aug 03, 2007 10:14 pm
If only I had eaten something this morning, this wouldn't be a problem. Isabella was having trouble controlling her hunger from the smell of the blood. It seemed as though there was now more than one person's blood. Trying to avoid stumbling upon the source of all the blood, she sped toward her apartment complex with renewed vigor.
Just two more blocks. Two more blocks and I'll be home free. Home, where there's a nice pint of O positive waiting for me.
With the scent of fresh blood drifting in the air, Isabella's powers were running overdrive, making it increasingly difficult for her to block out the heartbeats of passerby. Her pheremones were attracting the stares of onlookers, sending a few into a daze making them easy prey.
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Posted: Sat Aug 04, 2007 10:07 am
((Going on hiatus, apologies for the short notice. See you all in a week or so.))
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Posted: Sun Aug 05, 2007 8:04 pm
Fortayu shook his head at the comparison between the sobbing man and a wild animal.
"Yes," he muttered mostly to himself, "but only if the animal is weak. If it senses no pain and is sure of itself, it will attack again and again... and if it still recieves no reaction, it becomes frightened. A frightened animal, cornered like this... it makes them even harder to befriend. Climbing under here with him isn't helping, it's frightening him further. He doesn't trust you, he fears you."
He spoke quietly, though at the end it was directed towards the woman that had spoken. He continued to stroke the red-eyed man's hair, resigned to being a towel until his medication took effect. Turning his thoughts towards the man who had given him the medicine for Nyx, he leaned out from under the table a bit to get a good look at him. He saw the similarities shared with the man under the table with him, and recognized him as his brother. Unsure what to say, he contented himself with brushing the silver strands out of his equally bright eyes, looking him over, and leaning back towards Nyx.
When can I get out of here? I don't mind helping, really... but being under here for an indefinite amount of time is rather annoying. Not to mention the attention it's attracting...
He didn't really care about his reputation, but he didn't like the idea of having to answer stupid questions about a situation that was taken all wrong. Especially not if his family got wind of the unusual and potentially undignified position he was in.
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