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 Posted: Sun Jun 08, 2008 3:55 pm
(Private RP for Demy and Bek, read at your own risk. ^_^;; )
Under the overcast night sky shadows clung in the dark alleyways, and behind objects illuminated by the pale street lights and glowing club signs. Few wholesome people wandered the streets that late at night, but in this quarter of the city there were more than enough criminals, careless teenagers, and drunks out so late after midnight.
Bek preferred this time at night for his activities, when the pavement was cold beneath his bare feet and there were fewer people around to scream. It was a real nuisance when they made a fuss. After all, it was only a little cut, and he always healed it before they ran or tried to beat him up... Tonight he lingered around one dark alley in particular, avoiding the trouble that usually found defenceless-looking boys in the darkened streets while watching for his next victim.
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Posted: Sun Jun 08, 2008 4:20 pm
Careless, a drunk, and a drug addict...Demy was a whole lot of bad qualities wrapped up in a whole lot of good looks. Or...so -he- thought at least.
His night wanderings had gotten worse. The later he could stay out the better, which led to him being a lazy a** back at the bar, which likely led to a less than pleased Lou. But pffft, who cared? He had fun on his wanderings, and that was all that mattered.
A few glowing strands bounced along in the darkness, the tell-tale sign that Demy was out wandering. His outfit was adorned with glowsticks for both the fashion statement -and- the light they gave off. Tonight the underaged boy was enjoying a cigarette as he walked down the street, quite unaware of whatever danger might be lurking in the shadows.
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Posted: Sun Jun 08, 2008 5:05 pm
Bek's pale eyes finally caught sight of a lone individual, the kid's bright glowsticks easily standing on equal ground with the neon lights decorating nearby buildings. They would have drawn the attention of anyone passing by on that empty street. If that wasn't some kind of sign for him, Bek didn't know what was.
He stepped out from the shadows, his feet making not a sound as he approached the blonde wearing the collar. The small scalpel appeared in his hand out of nowhere as he trailed behind his prey. Only a moment's consideration and then he lunged, scalpel forward, aiming for the area between the kid's collar and netted shirt.
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Posted: Sun Jun 08, 2008 6:06 pm
Demy managed a final drag of his cigarette before the very sudden attack. With a yelp of surprise the boy stumbled back, cig falling to the ground. He wasn't quite quick enough however, and the scalpel drew a thin line of crimson.
"What the HELL?!?!"
Demy scrambled to put as much space between himself and his attacker as he could.
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Posted: Sun Jun 08, 2008 6:34 pm
Bek mentally winced a little, his victim was louder than he had anticipated... And the cut wasn't deep enough to draw much blood. He sighed almost forlornly, most of his interest now focused on the slick red on his scalpel. The other kid received hardly a glance as he smeared the blood across his pale fingertips and let the scalpel dissolve into nothingness. No matter what kind of inquisitive stare the blood received, it never seemed to have any answers...
"It's okay, it's healed now," he muttered, seeing no sense in going after this one again for more blood. No sense at all in needing to heal him twice.
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Posted: Sat Jun 28, 2008 4:39 pm
"Healed? How the hell can it be healed man you JUST cut me..."
But a quick touch revealed that the blood was in fact gone, and the wound healed over.
"How...how the hell did you do that? ...Man, that must have been some good s**t.."
Demy shook his head, eyeing his cigarette on the ground with a wary eye. Had something else been slipped into that cigarette? Or had this Audio really instantly healed his cut?
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Posted: Sat Jun 28, 2008 4:54 pm
Bek looked up at that point, looking rather confused. At this point his victim would have started running, or he would have been attacked in return, this would certainly be the first time a victim had just stood there.
He glanced down at the blood on his fingers, but it wouldn't help him unravel this mystery either.
"I... I'm not sure." Bek finally replied. How had he healed the cut anyway? It wasn't something he had ever thought about, it was just something he did. Nobody had ever asked him about it either, usually they were yelling and cursing about the nonexistent wound and paid no mind to his healing handiwork.
The little blonde followed the other's gaze towards the cigarette on the ground. "Good s**t?" He asked hesitantly, not quite understanding and wondering if something about that would explain this victim's odd behavior.
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Posted: Sat Jun 28, 2008 5:05 pm
"Yeah you know, like..spiked or laced with something, got it?"
Demy stepped on the cigarette, extinguishing what was left of the embers.
"What the hell's your deal anyway? Leaping out and randomly cutting people doesn't sound like that great of a pastime. You training to be a murderer or something buddy? Because believe me I won't go down without a fight!"
...Yeah like he could really fight off anybody. But this mysterious attacker didn't need to know that.
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Posted: Sat Jun 28, 2008 5:16 pm
Bek shook his head quite innocently, he had no idea what the other was talking about. His expression changed quickly to a look of mild alarm at what his victim asked next.
"I don't want to kill anyone," he said quickly, taking a slight step backwards. It wasn't out of fear of the glowstick-wearing druggie though, he could always just step through a portal if things got dangerous, it was the idea of actually killing someone that bothered him. He fidgeted, his scalpel appearing in his hand as though he was tempted to cut something again, but thankfully it vanished as he found the right words to explain himself. "I just want to see it... The blood, that is."
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Posted: Sat Jun 28, 2008 5:56 pm
"...You just want to see the blood? ...Why?"
Demy blinked, pulling out another cigarette and quickly lighting it up. At least those helped calm his nerves...somewhat.
"I mean it's just blood, everyone has it. Why would you want to just..cut people to see it? That's just -weird- "
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Posted: Sat Jun 28, 2008 6:30 pm
"I want to see it, because it seems important in some way." Bek frowned a bit, unable to express the depth of his attraction to blood. He didn't doubt that the other was telling the truth, if his behavior hadn't been weird people would be used to getting cut by strangers.
This was really weird, it was like the atmosphere was becoming a little more relaxed somehow. His scalpel appeared out of nowhere again and he began scratching the inside of his palm with it to ease his confusion. A drop of blood dripped from his hand, and he seemed almost startled to have cut himself that deeply.
"Why aren't you yelling or trying to hurt me?"
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Posted: Sat Jun 28, 2008 6:41 pm
"...well blood is like...important as far as keeping us alive and junk. But wanting to see it kinda contradicts that."
Demy cocked an eyebrow, studying the other.
"...Because I don't want to? I dunno, you healed it...somehow...so it's not like I can be angry about it. Confused yes, angry? Meh..."
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Posted: Sat Jun 28, 2008 7:12 pm
"Oh." Bek stared down at his palm, oblivious to the other's scrutinizing glance. He wondered how much he would have to bleed before it stopped working as Demy said, so far he hadn't had any problems. "Seeing it seems important, but I'm still missing something..."
His musing might have been mistaken for the rambling of another drug user, despite the morbid personality that couldn't have been just another side effect, since he still seemed only half interested in his surroundings.
"That... makes sense." He suddenly agreed, even though he didn't look any less confused. "I always heal the wounds I make, so it doesn't hurt for long." Maybe it really was the 'good s**t' this one had mentioned that was behind this conversation. He stared at the new cigarette, it must have been good if the mohawked kid was going for another so soon after the earlier one.
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Posted: Sat Jun 28, 2008 7:44 pm
The boy smirked, it seemingly finally clicking into place. CLEARLY the one in front of him was also on some 'good s**t' and the whole blood fixation was part of it! Afterall, Demy usually found himself absolutely fascinated by something random everytime he was on a high, so it'd be reasonable that this one too could be experiencing.
Demy took a drag off his cigarette and continued to eye the other.
"Sooo....um..."
...Well s**t, where did you take this kind of conversation? Suddenly jumped by a drugged out kid with a knife, obsessed with seeing blood? Yeah...Demy was drawing a blank.
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Posted: Sat Jun 28, 2008 7:59 pm
One of Bek's ears flopped comically as his head gave a slight tilt, catching the smirk but not understanding exactly what was worth smirking at. He was just as much at a loss on the talking front though. He had never actually had a conversation with anyone that he could remember, usually everyone he met was scared or violent.
"Is it that good?" He asked curiously, although he knew he was referring to the cigarette he made no outward sign or indication, leaving it up to his 'companion' to make the connection.
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