Bisexual
rat
don't hold me accountable for any characters i created when i was 16
|
Post by rat on Jan 8, 2018 0:38:22 GMT -5
Here we go lol MistyStephen sat boredly in a coffee shop window, his empty cup on the table in front of him and chin in his hands. He’d been there for half an hour, staring at the decorations on the wall and watching the people that passed. He didn’t want to go back to his apartment, crushed between a nosy neighbor and a pair of noisy neighbors, his rude landlord and an old lady who kept mistaking his door for hers. He sighed, stood up and threw his cup in the bin, heading out onto the street. He turned left, towards the more deserted part of the city, away from the cars and pedestrians, needing some peace and quiet. I’m gonna poof for a bit to have dinner)
|
|
|
Post by Misty on Jan 8, 2018 0:39:53 GMT -5
(Well, I'm going to bed because it's 12:40 by me. I'll respond as soon as I can tomorrow.)
|
|
|
|
Post by Misty on Jan 8, 2018 16:58:47 GMT -5
The vampire let out a groan as he dug through his backpack to find the plastic first aid kit he had stolen a while ago. He only had a little bit of tape and bandages left, so anytime he got hurt, he needed to sparingly use them until he could swipe another kit. But that didn’t happen too often because he preferred to avoid cities and towns. He leaned back against a wall, opened the kit, and pulled out a needle and dental floss so he could stitch up the nasty gash on his thigh. It was the worst of his injuries, so it was the most important to take care of. After letting out quite a few curse words, he successfully stitched up the wound. The stitching wasn’t pretty, but it did the job. After putting everything back in his backpack, he shakily stood. His knee still hurt from a fight, so even standing hurt.
|
|
Bisexual
rat
don't hold me accountable for any characters i created when i was 16
|
Post by rat on Jan 8, 2018 23:30:23 GMT -5
As he turned down a side street, Stephen passed a group of men, seemingly bikers, with the classic leather jacket and pants, heavy boots, piercings, tattoos, you get the idea. The only difference was that one or two of them had noticeable injuries, one had a black eye and another was wiping blood from his nose. Whoever they’d just beaten up had certainly put up a fight. Going against his better judgement, he decided to check out the surrounding alleys to see if he could find the victim. Maybe they needed help, or maybe they’re wouldn’t be there at all. I better not regret this… With a sigh, he glanced into alleyway after alleyway, at least searching for signs of a fight. He knew that if it had been a gang fight, there would’ve been a lot more blood, and they probably would’ve been dragging a body behind them; the people in these parts could get pretty violent at times.
|
|
|
Post by Misty on Jan 10, 2018 9:09:43 GMT -5
(Things got really crazy for me because the semester started.)
|
|
|
|
Post by Misty on Jan 12, 2018 22:04:16 GMT -5
He took a few steps forward, but he soon had to place a hand on the wall for support. It seemed that his knee was pretty screwed up, and he knew that it would be a while until it healed. It seemed to take a while for major injuries to heal. Maybe it had to do with the fact that he had been born a vampire, or maybe it wasn’t that at all. He sure as hell didn’t know. He did know that he needed to find a safer place to stay soon because he wasn’t in any shape to fight. “Damn knee,” he mumbled. The same knee had been hurt before, but never this bad. Maybe it hadn’t been worth pulling his punches in the fight. He had been so concerned about not revealing himself as a vampire that he had allowed himself to get hurt. The vampire would have been better off knocking the guys out.
|
|
|
|
Post by Misty on Jan 12, 2018 23:52:21 GMT -5
(Oops, I forgot to mention his name xD)
Lucas swore under his breath as he heard someone heading in his direction. He wasn’t sure he would have the strength to defend himself if that person wanted to fight. When he could finally see the person, the last thing he expected was to hear his name. The vampire blinked a few times as he tried to recall where he had seen the man in front of him. He was finally able to place Stephen, but this really wasn’t the time to talk about everything that had happened since he and his family had abruptly moved away. “I’d say it’s great to see you too, but my life isn’t going so great right now.” His current state was enough to convey that.
|
|
|
|
Post by Misty on Jan 13, 2018 2:18:02 GMT -5
Lucas grimaced as he put a little more weight on his leg with his injured knee. "No duh," he mumbled, not amused that Stephen had stated the obvious. "It's been like that for, like, ten years or something like that." It could very well have been longer. His sense of time was incredibly messed up from being on the run. "Does it look like I'm in any condition to refuse your help?" The way he saw it, not accepting help meant someone else could find him and maybe kill him. By accepting help, there was the possibility that he might get better and partially recover from his injuries.
|
|
|
|
Post by Misty on Jan 13, 2018 19:05:38 GMT -5
Lucas mumbled something under his breath that sounded like “you can’t tell me what to do,” but there were a couple expletives thrown in there. After being on his own for a while, there was no way he would just let someone tell him what to do. Without saying another word, he let Stephen help support him. “Wow, you’re observant,” he said before grimacing again. “But what I really need right now is to get out of the open. Please tell me that you live nearby and not on the other side of town.”
|
|
|
|
Post by Misty on Jan 14, 2018 1:11:05 GMT -5
(It's fine ^^)
The vampire nodded once as Stephen spoke. It would be a bad idea to go out on the main streets while he was this injured. From a distance, he could pass as human, but he couldn't up close. "Got it. I'm your cousin James from the country. When I tripped and fell, I hurt my knee." Lying came easily to him, so he knew he could manage that small story. It wouldn't explain the injury on his thigh or the cut in his dark jeans, but hoped that they weren't too visible. The last thing he wanted was to get Stephen in trouble for helping him. If they did get caught, Lucas was more than willing to lie and say that he manipulated Stephen to get him to help him.
|
|
Bisexual
rat
don't hold me accountable for any characters i created when i was 16
|
Post by rat on Jan 14, 2018 20:10:57 GMT -5
Stephen entered the pin and stepped inside, moving slowly so Lucas could keep up. When they entered, a small old lady was standing there, placing a vase of flowers on a little table by the door. She looked up and smiled. “Hello Stephen who’s this?” Stephen returned her smile politely. “Hi Mrs Reid. This is my cousin James, from the country. James, this is Mrs Reid. He tripped and hurt his knee so I’m going to patch him up.” “Are you sure you don’t need help?” “No, thank you. I need to work on my first aid skills anyway, but it was nice of you to offer.” “Well if you need anything...” “I can talk to you, I know. Bye!” She waved at them as they hurried away, returning to her flowers. “She’s a bit old and kinda blind, so she isn’t a threat at all.” Stephen explained as they walked. “She’s brings me cookies and stuff too, really stereotypical old lady, but in a good way.”
|
|
|
Post by Misty on Jan 14, 2018 20:40:09 GMT -5
Lucas politely waved to Mrs. Reid, pretending to be incredibly shy and introverted so he could avoid conversation with the elderly woman. He didn’t say anything until they had walked away from her. “Must be nice,” he mumbled. The topic was dangerously close to a sensitive one, and he hoped that Stephen wouldn’t say anything else. The vampire didn’t have sweet old ladies who brought him cookies in his life, and he doubted that he would ever have that. He hadn’t seen his grandparents in years, and he doubted that they were alive.
|
|
|
|
Post by Misty on Jan 15, 2018 18:06:49 GMT -5
(Life hasn't been easy for him ^^)
Oh, it was a bit difficult for him to walk up the stairs, but the vampire managed to with minimal swearing under his breath so others in the building’s hallways couldn’t hear him. As soon as they entered the apartment, he made a beeline for the couch so he could sit down and get off his knee. Lucas took off his backpack and set it on the floor beside him before he let out a groan. “It seems nice,” he commented. Really, he didn’t care what the apartment looked like. He had spent too many nights outside sleeping on the ground, so anything different was a welcome change.
|
|
|
|
Post by Misty on Jan 16, 2018 1:03:41 GMT -5
(Agreed ^^)
Lucas bit his lip as he considered both options before speaking. “I think I’d rather do it myself,” he finally decided. It wasn’t that he distrusted Stephen – he definitely seemed comfortable around his childhood friend – but he didn’t want anyone touching him when it was an injury he could get to on his own. “But before I stitch myself up, I’d really like to take a shower.” If he patched himself up before the shower, the bandages wouldn’t stick as well since he had gotten wet. Plus, he would have a chance to wash off all the dirt and grime that could be making his injuries look worse than what they were. “And don’t worry. I know all about using things sparingly.” Underneath his long-sleeved shirt were partially healed wounds that he hadn’t bandaged because they hadn’t seemed too serious to him.
|
|
|
|
Post by Misty on Jan 16, 2018 1:59:32 GMT -5
This time, Lucas really didn’t need the additional support, but he didn’t want to appear ungrateful for his friend’s help. He nodded as Stephen explained where everything was. “Yeah, clean clothes will be great.” As soon as he was alone, he closed the bathroom door, took off his clothes, and stepped into the shower. It felt good to have the warm water hit his back, and he lingered in there for a bit because it had been a while since he had a nice shower. After putting on all the clean clothes except the pants, he returned to the living room so he could stitch up his knee. It would be easier to patch himself up without them on. After taking care of the wound, the vampire pulled on the pants. “Again, thanks for, well, everything.” He wasn’t sure what would have happened to him if Stephen hadn’t found him.
|
|
|
Post by Misty on Jan 18, 2018 1:02:51 GMT -5
|
|
|
|
Post by Misty on Jan 18, 2018 12:26:22 GMT -5
(He really is xD)
Well, you might not have much say in that, Lucas thought bitterly before shaking his head. “Uh, no thanks. I’m good.” He had stopped eating human food a while ago because it required unnecessary risks to acquire it. The vampire didn’t have any money to buy it, and he preferred to avoid towns and cities. There were always people who were more than willing to turn him in. He let out a quiet sigh and began tracing one of the many scars that ran along his forearms. They didn’t stop there, as they also ran along his upper arms, chest, back. He even had a few on his face.
|
|
|
Post by Misty on Jan 19, 2018 23:32:05 GMT -5
(//pokes)
|
|
Bisexual
rat
don't hold me accountable for any characters i created when i was 16
|
Post by rat on Jan 20, 2018 3:50:47 GMT -5
Sorry I went to a party half way across the country and didn't have much time to post) Stephen frowned, then hopped over the back of the couch and walked over to Lucas, putting his hands on his shoulders. "Okay, I know you have a lot on your mind right now, but seriously? You need to relax. Or at least try. Being stressed really isn't helping. I know it sounds dumb, but I just wanna help." He said earnestly. "Is there anything we can do that'll possibly get your mind off this shi ?"
|
|
|
Post by Misty on Jan 20, 2018 18:48:19 GMT -5
Lucas flinched as Stephen placed his hands on his shoulders, and he gently pushed his friend’s hands off. “I understand that you want to help, I really do, but telling me to relax isn’t going to help at all. I haven’t been able to relax in years.” He had to live with the fear that he could be caught and killed at any moment. Even though he was with a friend, his instincts were screaming at him to get outside where he couldn’t easily be surrounded by people who wanted him dead. “Honestly, I don’t know. It’s been a while since I’ve had the chance to distract myself from my crappy situation.”
|
|