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Post by John 3:16 on Aug 27, 2016 12:08:18 GMT -5
Ok here it is
And now charries and maybe a plot to go off of
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Post by Star on Aug 27, 2016 12:11:11 GMT -5
Alright, do you have an idea for a plot or should we just go where the rp takes us?)
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Post by John 3:16 on Aug 27, 2016 12:12:31 GMT -5
I like the latter tbh
Maybe something to go off of and then do whatever xD
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Post by Star on Aug 27, 2016 12:15:13 GMT -5
alright, what time period should we use and since there are many vampire shows and animes we should discuss what powers the vampires have)
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Post by John 3:16 on Aug 27, 2016 12:21:04 GMT -5
(To thinking more modern times, because honestly I can't do historical rps to save my life)
(And yes, I'm thinking the vamps could have heightened senses and abilities (speed, strength, etc), and maybe some could have telepathic abilities (hypnosis and whatnot) but eh idk)
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Post by Star on Aug 27, 2016 12:24:17 GMT -5
(sounds good and what does the bite do? Is it just a way for vampires to drink blood or do they have the choice of turning humans into their vampire slaves?)
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Post by John 3:16 on Aug 27, 2016 12:26:31 GMT -5
(Thinking both. Maybe it's taboo in this universe? Like it's frowned upon that they can change humans into vampires. Idk)
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Post by Star on Aug 27, 2016 12:27:42 GMT -5
(yeah, I like that. Should one of us be human and the other vampire or both vampires? You can choose)
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Post by John 3:16 on Aug 27, 2016 12:36:27 GMT -5
(Maybe human and vamp, I like that)
(Could I possibly be the vamp? It's okay if you'd like to)
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Post by Star on Aug 27, 2016 13:01:09 GMT -5
Sure, should it be romance or something else? Sorry for the poof)
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Post by John 3:16 on Aug 27, 2016 13:32:36 GMT -5
(nah it's alright im not too good with it myself)
(I'd prefer more of a friendship if you'd like anything other than mxm, because I'm horrible at (and reluctant to do) straight couples oops and i haven't done fxf yet but mxm totally im down for a romance)
(or bromance)
(that song is stuck in my head help)
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Post by Star on Aug 27, 2016 13:46:59 GMT -5
xD okay then a friendship.)
Cosette walked around the sidewalk, her Dark blue eyes happy. She wore a dark blue beret and a dark blue scarf along with light blue gloves. She had on a cream colored coat along with a black skirt and tights. The ground tapped under her semi-heel black slip-ons, waist-length, light, purple-blue hair ruffled by a soft autumn wind.
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Post by John 3:16 on Aug 27, 2016 20:16:44 GMT -5
A darkened figure seemed to lurk more in the shadows than in the daylight, seemingly as if it was poison to him. His dark greeny-hazel eyes were completely void of the glimmer of life, and seemed to be older than he looked. His once tan skin was pale, as if he was indeed a ghost. A curtain of long dirty blond hair fell over his eyes and just rested on his white and black rimmed glasses, his long and boney finger wrapped up into fists and shoved into his black motorcycle jacket's pockets.
This is the town's very own 'weirdo', Michael. Nobody knew his last name, nobody knew his exact age, nobody really knew much about him at all. Except the fact that he was unusually pale, and was usually heard coming by the thunk of his black combat boots hitting the ground or floor. He was the spark of many a rumor around town, but that was the last of his worries.
What was on his mind now, was who he was going to have for lunch.
His dark eyes finally landed upon a young girl with purpley blue hair walking happily down the street, blissfully unaware of the presence that had set it's sights upon her. Michael felt his mouth water as he could imagine sinking his fangs into her soft looking neck, draining her of her blood as she wriggled helplessly in his binding arms. And soon she'd be dead, and he would be satisfied.
For now, at least.
He turned heel and started to walk discreetly after her, humming Homesick At Space Camp by Fall Out Boy as he whipped out his phone and pretended to check a text message. He kept his peripheral vision focused on the girl, keeping her within eyesight.
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Post by Star on Aug 27, 2016 21:57:05 GMT -5
Cosette walked down into the leaf-strewn park and sat at the roots of a tree, pulling a book out of her bookbag. She was new to the town and didn't know much about it nor the people who lived there. She opened the red, hardcover book to a blank page, see, she was in the middle of writing a book. It was about an adventure through the midst of despair and at the end, the main character would fight and die, he would die knowing the joys of the world, die with the new found wisdom from his journey. In a sense, he was the true winner of the battle. She fiddled with the sharpened pencil, wondering how she should start this next chapter, unaware of the man who's targeted her.
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Post by John 3:16 on Aug 27, 2016 22:32:05 GMT -5
Great. Out in the open. Michael though, walking past the girl and making sure he was out of eyesight before he disappeared into the trees behind the sidewalk. This was a really bad idea, going out in the daylight. But his hunger needed to be satisfied, and it simply couldn't wait for the colours to fade from the sky and all that would be left would be almost empty black. He needed it now. And of he could just lure her into the forest he was in at the moment... or maybe a nearby bathroom... or an alley... but even his powers of persuasion couldn't get her to come with him. Some town weirdo. Michael was in a pickle here.
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Post by Star on Aug 27, 2016 23:12:00 GMT -5
Cosette let out a sigh, she just had no inspiration right now. Maybe I can get a feel for the next scene it the forest, heard the trees are lovely here in autumn and it'll make a good word exercise, I can describe what I see and use it for my book. She set the book in her bag and got out a small notebook, standing up and heading into the forest that bordered the park. She opened the notebook and began writing down notes, 'There was no sound except the crunch of leaves under foot and the seemingly desolate forest, the shadows like hungry wolves waiting to pounce...' She continued writing notes and looking around, then up at the afternoon sky.
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Post by John 3:16 on Aug 27, 2016 23:40:08 GMT -5
Michael smiled a gruesome smile as she wandered into the forest. As he looked upon her from his hiding place in the brush, he let his vampire senses take over, staining his deep greeny-hazel, almost foresty eyes a blood-red. Little pin-prices of pain could be felt by him as his long and undoubtedly dangerous fangs grew into place, and jutted out of his already watering mouth. He then took a big whiff of the smell and almost fainted as the heavenly smell assaulted his heightened nostrils. He needed her, right now. But only if she'd wander in a little farther... a little deeper... and even more out of sight. He wanted a clean feast, with no silly human intrusion.
He stepped forward, aiming for another bush, and then froze as he heard a loud crack, almost like a gunshot to him (heightened hearing), sound out from below him. Great. The old cliche. A stick cracking. Luckily, Michael darted out of the way before she could see him.
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Post by Star on Aug 28, 2016 0:28:20 GMT -5
Startled by the noise, even though she assumed it was an animal, she tripped over a small stone, scratching her knee on a stick. She pulled herself up to a sitting position and picked up her notebook that now lay on the floor. She began to write another note, 'the deafening silence was broken by the sound of a twig snapping. The sudden noise caused slight confusion and flustered him for a moment and he tripped, scraping his knee in the process. Now, sure he was being watched, sat there, wary and frightened of the shadows that threatened to swallow..' She shook her head and let out a small laugh. Cosette tried to pull herself to her feet, but a sharp pain spread through her ankle, making her fall into a sitting position again. "I guess I sprained it," Cosette muttered to herself, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear.
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Post by John 3:16 on Aug 28, 2016 0:43:22 GMT -5
Michael made a quick change of plans as he watched her go down, wincing slightly as she obviously sprained her ankle. Looking on the bright side, for Michael at least, this made extra vurnerable. Michael smiled even more as he made his vampire features fade away, before emerging put of the brush with a less insane smile and switching it for a more friendly, possibly even concerned smile.
"Why hello there." Michael spoke with a slightly deeper voice than anyone really expected out of him, with a thick New Jersey accent which warps some of his words, but mainly accents his r's and sometimes sounds sort of Australian. But that's rarely. Michael knelt down to her level and cocked his head, his dark eyes bright, wiped clean of the hunger from before. "Did you sprain it?" Michael asked, his eyes darting to a notebook lying on the ground, and he vaguely wondered what the contents were. But he quickly got back on track, grimacing in fake pain as he looked over her ankle.
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Post by Star on Aug 28, 2016 0:57:29 GMT -5
"Yeah, I'm sorry to trouble you, but would you mind telling me why you were in the woods? Perhaps you were exploring or simply taking a walk. Maybe you were tracking an animal or charting a strange phenomenon?" Cosette wasn't worried much about her ankle or how she would manage to get back, she was interested in this man, perhaps in this chapter of her book the main character would be confronted by a mysterious man in the woods. Perhaps it was a spy or assassin. "My name's Cosette by the way and I'm striving to be an author," she explained, reaching for her notebook and opening to a new page, grabbing a fresh pencil as well. "But of corse, you don't have to answer my earlier questions if you're uncomfortable." She added quickly.
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Post by John 3:16 on Aug 28, 2016 1:25:59 GMT -5
Michael smiled and actually let out a rare laugh. "So many weird questions, but I'm willing to answer them." Michael said, sitting down cross-legged on the ground. He adjusted his black motorcycle jacket, and red scarf wrapped around his neck, obscuring a particular scar he'd preferably like to keep hidden. "Just little old me," over 400 years old, to be exact. Even though he looked around 24, or maybe 25. "Dawdling through the wood as I have nothing better to do." Michael lied through his teeth, his mind now an expert at lying for how many times he had to use this type of speech. "My name is Michael, and I honestly don't know what I want to be yet." He didn't need a job. He didn't need to be employed. He is immortal, therefore not needing a place to stay, other than the old manor he shares with his brother. But she didn't need to know that. "But comic books and music interest me, so I might pursue careers in those." Michael truthfully said. He did have an interest in the musical arts and a fairly new art form called "comics". It only felt like yesterday when those were first made, and it was fantastic times for a comic nerd like him when he lived through the comic book boom in the 30's through to the 50's. But again, she didn't need to know that he wasn't as young as he looked.
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Post by Star on Aug 28, 2016 9:06:23 GMT -5
Cosette nodded, writing it all down before slipping her notebook and pencil in her bag. She placed her hand firmly against the trunk of a nearby tree and pulled herself up, careful not to put pressure on her foot. "Well, would you like to walk with me? It's much better than walking alone." She asked, though she was uncertain how far she'd be able to get with a sprained ankle. Maybe if I can find a stick.....? She thought, looking around for any nearby sturdy sticks that might be able to hold her weight.
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Post by John 3:16 on Aug 29, 2016 1:15:15 GMT -5
(HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I'm so sorry I forgot Dx)
Michael smiled at her, his inner hunger trying to contain himself as he spoke. "It's alright if you use me as a human" Pfft. "Crutch, miss." Michael said, jutting his shoulder out as an invitation to help herself to his assistance. She was extremely vulnerable at this, which Michael liked. A lot. He could lead her somewhere deep in the woods, and then attack... Michael's lips twitched upwards into an even bigger smile, his eyes growing ever so wider before he caught himself and calmed down. He didn't want to scare her off. But even if she could run, he could easily catch up to her. Whatever her top speed was. His speed was unmatched, and even though he couldn't fly like the myths told, his sprint could easily make it look like he could.
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Post by Star on Aug 29, 2016 14:44:24 GMT -5
It's fine. I might not have time to type up a reply as I'm on my phone and won't have it soon)
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Post by Star on Aug 29, 2016 20:18:38 GMT -5
"Thanks," she beamed happily, accepting his assistance before they continued through the forest. "Do you like to read?" She asked curiously.
(Sorry so short, have to go to bed ;( )
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Post by John 3:16 on Aug 30, 2016 13:27:40 GMT -5
She was so close. That kept repeating in Michael's mind. So close, yet so far. His stomach growled hungrily, and if he had any blood left in his system he would have blushed. But he didn't, which was most of the time a good thing so he could further hide his emotions. With an amazing pokerface he was basically impenetrable. "Here, let me take you somewhere." Michael said, keeping a friendly expression on his face as he started to lead her further into the woods. They went deeper, it got darker, and the sounds of the civilization around them faded to an erie silence. This was perfect. He just had to wait for the right time to strike.
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Post by Star on Aug 30, 2016 14:45:14 GMT -5
"Alright!" Cosette agreed. That was her problem, she was always to trusting. Trusting and oblivious, she was defiantly oblivious also. "Have you explored these woods a lot? I just moved here, so this is the first time I've been in this forest." She asked curiously, still leaning on him to take the pressure off her ankle. Despite the fact that the area grew darker and she couldn't hear civilization anymore, she didn't feel threatened or the need to get away. "Oh! I'm sorry, I don't think I caught your name? Mine's Cosette, people say it's odd, but I like to think of it more as unique." She laughed happily.
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Post by John 3:16 on Aug 30, 2016 14:59:37 GMT -5
"Michael, if you didn't already know." Michael said, setting aside the fact they had already introduced themselves to each other. But Cosette, that was a pretty unique name. In his hundreds of years of living he had only heard that name once, and that was a very long time ago. "Pretty boring name. Probably one of the more popular ones. But oh well, what can I do about it?" Get a name change? Maybe when the next generation of people come along. He's thought about it, as it would be easier to hide with a different name, but he's always decided against it for various, more personal reasons. Most of them being his older brother. Now that Michael thinks about it, he hasn't seen him in a while.
Michael sighed, setting an arm around her for more support. Or as a binding mechanism so she couldn't get away. Whichever way you wanted to think about it. "I do come through these woods a lot, I find them much more calming and serene than the city." Michael answered, almost truthfully. He did like these woods, because it was so quiet, but for other reasons that were quite obvious because he was indeed a vampire. "It's quite a dramatic difference than the hustle and bustle of the town, but a very good one at that."
Michael lead her towards a small, empty clearing voice of trees and instead replaced by soft grass. His smile turned dark as he whispered, "Perfect." Under his breath. He was ready to pounce, and have a good feast for once. She smelled so damn delicious he couldn't wait to tear her apart.
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Post by Star on Aug 30, 2016 15:43:36 GMT -5
Cosette laughed and once they had stopped in the small clearing, she pulled her arms towards the sky in a stretch. "This is interesting scenery, I should write it down, but maybe for now we should just enjoy it." She mused, one hand already at her bag before pulling away and to her side. "Michael. I think it's a wonderful name! 'Might just use it in my book." She stated in light amusement.
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Post by John 3:16 on Aug 30, 2016 16:31:52 GMT -5
Michael only grunted in agreement, his mind elsewhere as he shrugged her off and walked over to the front of the clearing, his back to her. "Stay there." He ordered, his voice deeper and darker than before, and still somehow more accented. Like he had a thicker New Jersey accent. Michael let out an elated breath as he took another whiff of her scent, his hands convulsing as he just let himself go. Gave in to the monster that ached for the sweet heavenly substance running through her veins. He could hear her heartbeat throbbing against her ribcage, and with that red glazed over his irises and he let out a low growl as his fangs grew in. Michael was shaking with excitement, and suddenly he whipped around to face her, in all his vampirific form.
His smile was wicked, his eyes hungry as his tongue licking his fangs, that were so sharp he almost sliced his tongue. "You smell... amazing." Michael said, his head twitching ever so slightly as he walked nearer, knowing that if she even tried to get away he could be on her in an instant.
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