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Post by Deleted on Sept 4, 2016 17:11:57 GMT -5
And your romantic chemicals....
Wait, what? Since when did we run out of those?! ... Oh. Oh, I see. My bad. Please let me live, I didn't mean to rub salt in the wound.
Hello, friends! My name in Romanian Blessing, and this - *Hoists up a large beaver* - is Justin Beaver. Please don't touch him, he makes a very irritating squeaking sounds whenever he opens his mouth. I know, I know, shame on me, but I suppose removing this beaver from its natural habitat shouldn't be too much of a problem. I mean, if Canada wants it back, I'll hand 'em over!
*Clears throat*
Anyways, now that I have thouroughly embarrassed myself, on with the show!
Hello, RPers. look at your thread, now back to mine, now back at your thread, now back to mine. Sadly, it isn’t mine, but if it stopped using normal text and switched to this one, it could look like mine. Look down, back up, where are you? You’re on a website with the thread your thread could look like. What’s in your hand, back at me. I have it, it’s an oyster with two tickets to that thing you love. Look again, the tickets are now diamonds. Anything is possible when your thread looks like mine and not that. Bam - I’m on a horse. I have a few plots I would LOVE LOVE LOVE to role play!! <3 ere is a list of the general topics of them.
- Vampire forced human to become vampire- new vamp doesn't know what's going on, and freaks out Older vampire feels guilty and tries to make amends and help new vampire out New vamp is scared of old vamp, but the "Vampire Code" is that the old vampire has to help the new vampire adjust. Phew, I said vampire WAY too much!!
- HUGE FAMOUS WOW SO COOL AMAZING HOLY COW rockstar stops by his first recording studio to see how things are going. Takes interest in gorgeous new worker who appears to be mute. He catches her playing guitar and singing when everyone else is gone. Confont her, she leaves her notebook, he finds her the next day, convinces her to go on tour with him. She's very shy, refuses to talk. Basically a fluffy romance with the girl trying to get over an abusive past
- Strange hard-core goth girl moves into a typical highschool with typical teens. The most popular boy takes an interest in her, but generally stays away. He goes to defend her when she starts getting pushed around, but is surprised when she fights back, nearly knocking the bullies unconscious. He tries to befriend her, but she's cold and harsh, and keeps pushing herself away. He keeps trying, his attitude never changing towards her. He's concerned for her safety when she comes to school the next day with a massive bruise over her stomach and sides, and follows her home to see that she lives with her abusive boyfriend. He tries to get her out, but she refuses all help. He follows her again one day to see her boyfriend stab her through the window, he calls the police, boyfriend is arrested, the girl needs a place to stay. He takes her in because his family is super rich, but she is constantly hiding away from everyone. No one else but him in the home really notices, but he tries to get her trust and blah blah blah
Well, those are a FEW of my plot ideas! Feel free to ask about more!! Or more info on one of those!
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Post by Sabby The Caddy on Sept 4, 2016 18:14:03 GMT -5
(I'll do the vampire rp with you.)
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Post by Deleted on Sept 4, 2016 18:33:53 GMT -5
Oh my 0-0 oh my my my THANK YOU :D I would love to be the new vampire, but you can choose whichever part you would enjoy the most! ^~^ Welcome to my threat.
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Post by Sabby The Caddy on Sept 4, 2016 18:39:21 GMT -5
(I'm quite okay with being the old vampire. I like rping more experienced characters anyways. x3 I just a few questions, if that's okay. One what's the time period, and what's the setting?)
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Post by Deleted on Sept 4, 2016 19:05:42 GMT -5
Hmm... Well, let's say modern times, my tiny human gets pulled from a dance bar (club or whatever), and then changed. Some huge city like... Say... Chicago? Wait no... Let's go with Las Vegas. Yeeeaaaaah, Las Vegas. Ooh oh oh :D For an added twist, your character could have some sort of mind control over mine after they change.
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Post by Sabby The Caddy on Sept 4, 2016 19:22:19 GMT -5
(I like the mind control idea! Las vegas sounds pretty swell as well. Shall we get started with the rping?)
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Post by Misty on Sept 4, 2016 20:37:54 GMT -5
(Shoot, the vampire plot is already claimed :/)
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Post by Deleted on Sept 4, 2016 22:32:59 GMT -5
Depending on how my partner roleplays, I can type from 10+ lines to a short chapter x3 so, however you Roleplay, I will probably mimic.
I am all to happy to replicate plots!!
And *Takes a deep breath to continue* I'm so sorry for vanishing. School work is boss, yes? X3
LARX Zanessa was never a dancing girl. She was usually the quiet, sarcastic friend that people generally saw in libraries or obscure coffee joints, her long bangs sweeping over her eyes like a feathery, neon-purple shield of hatred. Her hair was long, dyed an almost unbearably bright violet, and the top layers naturally spiked up. She didn't necessarily ask for the added touch of rebellion to her look, but she wasn't complaining. She was rather fond if it, in fact, and often spritzed just a touch of hairspray on it just to make sure it stayed.
Her lips were stained a deep, velvety black; and four thin, silver loops went through her lower lip - two on each side. As she yawned, a single black stud could be seen going through her tongue - along with artificial fangs she wore on a daily basis. She had no idea how ironic those would be in just a moment. With a roll her her eyes - which were sheathed by all-white contacts and thick, black makeup - she huffed and rested her face in her hand, her elbow propped on the table. Soft caramel skin practically glowed in the flashing neon lights, her long, glossy black nails glinting. One each ring finger, there was a row of small spikes going from her cuticles to the tip of her nail. Sheathing one hand was a black and white stripped arm warmer that hooked over her thumb, and a shorter, matching one sheathed her other hand. With a pair of knee-high, black leather boots with a tall wedge heal, studded with chains and spikes, her curvaceous body was certainly a sight for sore eyes.
In fact, those tall boots coupled with a tiny black pleated skirt, decorated with thin chains, and her skin-tight tube top that brandished the My Chemical Romance logo, she was easily spotted. Of course, the near-painful brightness of her hair under those lights would have done it too, but she prefered to think it was her clothing. Zanessa lazily reached down with her hand, plucking up her martini glass and taking a sip from the salt-rimmed glass. The thick alcohol washed down her throat, burning her stomach, and she sighed as she thought about dancing with that burning feeling.
Zanessa knew that her friend would leave her here to hook up with some drunk guy, but she didn't have the energy to refuse. So now here she was, musing about drinking and dancing at this stupid club. She brushed some neon purple hair behind her ear, showing several glinting silver and gold earings and a black velvet choker around her neck. "I could drive myself home," She mused out loud, her English accent think on her tongue, "or I could stay here and watch these little pricks dance like fools. Eh," She tipped her head to the bar an, holding up her glass. He dropped around with another drink, which she rose with a steady hand. "I've got nothing better to do, might as well stalk."
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Post by Misty on Sept 4, 2016 22:54:09 GMT -5
(Okay, cool! I'd like the duplicate of it, then ^^)
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Post by Sabby The Caddy on Sept 4, 2016 22:59:45 GMT -5
(Awesome starter! I'll get a reply up in a bit, but I'm not sure if I can match that. I'll do my best though! ^^)
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Post by Deleted on Sept 4, 2016 23:02:03 GMT -5
Robin Of course we can plan something together. If you like the second, what about it do you like, and what do you dislike? You can twist and turn it however you'd want, I'm down with anything.
Misty
Perfect. Would you like to be the Old, or New Vampire? Gender? Any prefered setting? (I prefer modern times, though.)
Larx
Dont worry about matching it, honey. It's only... A chapter long because it's a starter, and I enjoy explaining my character in better detail in the beginning.
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Post by Misty on Sept 4, 2016 23:07:50 GMT -5
(I really don't have a preference for the old or new vampire. Maybe I'll go with new so you don't have the same role in both versions of the plot. Also, I would prefer for my character to be male because I love torturing him. Modern times is fine with me ^^)
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Post by Deleted on Sept 4, 2016 23:13:25 GMT -5
Misty
Torture you say? Well I have the perfect character for you X3 Well, if that's your final answer, I will be glad to whip up a starting post!!
Robin Aw, go get some sleep :) This thread won't go anywhere. Hopefully. *Eyes the mods playfully* Anyways, goodnight and have sweet dreams!
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Post by Misty on Sept 4, 2016 23:18:38 GMT -5
(character torture is always great That is my final answer ^^)
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Post by Sabby The Caddy on Sept 4, 2016 23:23:48 GMT -5
The night was young, and the many parties of the night where going strong. The man who has harassed the streets for so long had decided tonight would be a good night to cause some havoc. Maybe even make a new member of his kind. It had been a long time since he had turned someone, mainly he finished his meals. He didn't like having others around as that meant he'd be on a even smaller chain as more vampires would be around to make sure he follows the code. He really wasn't a fan of the code. Most people wouldn't be able to tell what he was, he didn't look like a monster. Nor did he look like he had been around for a very long time. Thomas Buckingham had seen it all from the rise and fall of Rome, to the kings and queens, to the boston tea party, to the civil war, and now here he was. It was a funny thought to think he used to be a simple slave in Rome to becoming one of the many infamous killers.
He could be tracked to a lot of serial killing cases, and he was proud of them. Sometimes he even liked to play games with his meals earning him fancy titles from the media. It was easier back in his early days of being a vampire he could kill an entire family, and no one would bat an eye. Now one person gone missing an entire police force would be hunting down clues upon clues. Plus nowadays some fancy vampires have grown into power as his race has become bigger than it once was. Now they had a code as if they were more than monsters. No Thomas knew what he was, and he didn't plan on acting like he wasn't one. He loved killing things, and he loved the look on peoples faces when he gave them this curse.
Anyways back to the reason many wouldn't think Thomas was a monster. He didn't have long raven black hair, and dark clothes on. No he wasn't a fan of that git up mainly because he was used to his old ways.... His really old ways. He had short, and messy brown hair. An athletic body build something you kind of needed back in the days he lived. He wore a white dress shirt which was half unbuttoned, and a pair of black jeans. He had one single tattoo of a bull on his right arm. He had gone through many phrases. Once he was warrior type guy, a noble politic, a pirate, a farmer, and many many more. However now he kind of just had a douche drunk thing going on for him. He looked about early thirties despite being however old he was. He didn't care to count anymore.
Being alive for how long he has, he gotten addicted to many many things. Why not partake in illegal substances when you were already classified as undead. He got all the benefits without the side effects. Hell he wasn't trying to impress anyone, as far as he saw it he was old, and ready to die if anyone felt like punishing him. He'd seen it, and was quite done with it all. Everyday he had to think of how different the world was. For example back when he was alive a bar would be filled with guys fighting, and killing each other. Now it was filled with people dancing, and doing the naughty in the bathroom. In fact he had merely came inside to relieve himself, and got a whole scene of the naughty right there no shame.
Now he was back in the main room watching everyone with his normal blank gaze. His eyes scanned the dance floor til he saw a girl with an odd hair color. He had to admit he did like how people nowadays did weird things with their hair. He once 'dated' a girl with light blue hair it was quite odd to him. However it had been awhile since he did in fact mess with one of these kinds of people so he decided to walk over to her. He found a seat next to her, and ordered a whiskey before looking at her his eyes instantly seeing the fake vampire teeth. "I've never met a vampire before." He opened with turning to look at her. His statement was a clear lie he had meant many of his kind, and he hated most of them. Mainly the ones who thought they could make a stupid code. He took a note of her shirt, and git up.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 4, 2016 23:31:53 GMT -5
Skyra was never one to take hunting seriously. In fact, she often toyed with her 'pets,' as she liked to call them. Taking some blood from their neck, then their wrist, back to their neck - all fun and games until she accidentally turns one of them. Usually, she kills off the Vamplings before they fully form, just to save her the trouble of keeping them. Tonight, however, she decided to have a little extra fun. She dressed up real sexy that night. She had a great body - and she knew it. Her swelling chest, small waist, round backside - all the perks of being a vampire. She leaned into the mirror, applying a deep purple lip liner to keep her purple lipstick from spreading. She floofed her volumous, shoulder-length brown/black hair, which looked like a love spell against her creamy pale skin and vivid green eyes, which were outlined in glittering gold eyeliner and dense, black mascara. Her tiny, slinky dress bared off her legs until it almost rose over her rear end, the deep red fabric stretching over her slim body and accenting her full chest, the thin straps stark lines against her fit shoulders.
She opened her mouth and looked at her fangs. She knew that they were smaller than most, which was both a blessing and a curse. A curse, because she couldn't get the the artery in her pets neck fast enough. A blessing, because she could easily lure men to their slow, sucking deaths.
Skyra tossed her head, turning her hair into a styling, sexy mess before grabbing her purse, and leaving her luxury apartment building.
A few minutes later, she pulled up in her sleek corvette in front of a ill isn't, high class dance club. She tossed her keys and a wad of cash to the valet, and slunk her way past the line. She held up her ID, and the bouncers waved her past. Once inside, Skyra applied her 'doll face' and made her way to the bar.
"One Long Island Iced Tea, with a chaser," She purred, her eyes wide with mock innocence. The bartender whisked her drink up and set it down on a napkin, slipping a thin straw into the cold drink. "Thanks, honey," she said, then spun around on the spiny stool, one leg folded over the other seductively in wait for her prey to come to her.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 4, 2016 23:46:44 GMT -5
Zanessa gave the random man who sat next to her a sharp glance with her pure white eyes, blinking in an annoyed manner. "Oh yeah," She said drying, taking another sip from her beverage, "We're all around. Y'know, Edward Cullen, some poor soul stuck a make believe world..." She rolled her eyes, glancing back at the dance floor.
Zanessa was clearly annoyed by this man sitting by her. Her piercings glowed neon in the blinding lights, her vivid hair color turning as many heads away ans towards her. As her hair fell away from her shoulder, it revealed a rather large tattoo of what looked like to be barbed wire in a haphazard twist, over her collar bone and down her back. The My Chemical Romance logo was joined my Panic! At The Disco, Black Veil Brides, Pierce The Veil, and Fall Out Boy on the back of her shirt, which showed her angular shoulder blades.
When she realized Thomas did not, in fact, leave her alone after her first 'get lost' hint, she narrowed her eyes into a surpringly icy glare. "You know," she said, thick accent rolling from her sarcastic tone, "There's an empty chair over there. In the far corner. As far from me as human possible in this naughty-fest," she said, her voice turning into a sarcastic, sickly sweet tone and her black-painted lip in a obvious fake smile. She tapped her nails a little against the table before folding one leg over the other and pointedly turning her back to Thomas, flicking her hair over her shoulder to reveal another tattoo on her neck; an upside-down cross starting just behind her ear and ending just above the curve where her neck met her shoulder.
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Post by Sabby The Caddy on Sept 5, 2016 0:15:35 GMT -5
Thomas didn't really care when she gave him the cold shoulder. In fact he merely ignored it, and waited for his drink. Woman giving him attitude wasn't new to him. Hell he was so old he'd probably have seen every kind of women from the friendly to how this current one acted. He had dated a range as well, in fact he had married a huge range when it came down to it. He had quite an adventurous life. When she made the more blatant comment the man still didn't move as he took a drink of his whiskey. "I saw it." He simply responded despite his last name he had kind of his irish sounding accent. Mainly since he lived there for a long time. In fact a majority of his recent life had been in good ole Ireland. He had an family there as he was known as Shamus O'reaily there. However about two years ago he had taken up his current name. However he still had Shamus' accent going for him.
His eyes read most of the tattoos, and he couldn't help but smile at how cliche this girl seemed to be to him. An emo, goth, punk, whatever they wanted to be called. Thomas had avoided that phrase personally he never found an interest in it. However he found it funny how these people worshipped his kind like they were gods. Wearing their teeth, and reading anything in the media with that word listed on it. Thomas tended to avoid such media as it caused him to cringe seeing how stupid those vampires acted. "Eh you're kinda of lame anyways." He commented back standing up as he stretched. To be honest his type tended to be the girls who more tame.
With his comment he took his drink, and headed to the door having already paid for it. He wasn't leaving no, he had never seen a human wear vampire teeth in public like that it reminded him of 'Vampire kids' from south park. It also annoyed him on how a human who idolized his kind could treat there heroes in such a manner. Sure she didn't know he was a vampire no one did. They'd probably expect someone who looked like Edward from that stupid movie, or Dracula. He looked like neither version he was just a normal guy. His skin wasn't pale either sure he couldn't go out in the sun, or he'd burn alive. Though that didn't mean he had pale skin, no he had the normal color skin. It wasn't dark, but it was ghostly white either.
Upon exiting the bar he took out a smoke, and placed it to his lips lighting it. He planned on waiting for cliche vampire kid girl to come outside. He felt like letting her see a true vampire, no not even just that. He wanted her to be a vampire, to feel the stupid curse. Sure it had it's benefit, but living for so damn long was so boring. Thomas would have just burnt himself alive already if he didn't fear what came next. anyways now all that was left would be to wait for Miss vampire to come out. Meanwhile he'd get his smoke on.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 5, 2016 0:36:04 GMT -5
"I'm telling you, Haven," Zanessa bored, sharp voice come from the door way, her arms folded over her chest in her natural stature, her glowing white eyes irritated. The guy next to her had his hands shoved deep into his black jean pockets, his hair dyed a jet black that had a pleasant contraction against his pale skin. He shrugged, sipping his hand out of his pocket and offering Zanessa a smoke. She cowled at him, her expression sharp. "Gee, thanks, I'll take the stright and narrow to cancer," she hissed.
Haven didn't seem to mind her attitude, just shrugged ad lit up. "Maybe if you just calmed down, it wouldn't be so bad," He said, his voice a soft husk. Zanessa snorted, running her hand through her hair. "Please. Your sister dragged us both here against our wills. She's a bit of a cu-" Havens sharp glare brought her words to a stop, raising one hand with a casual "Sorry, sorry. But it's true," she hissed, and he shrugged in agreement, letting out a deep breath of smoke.
Zanessa stretched, her arms going above her head. The tattoo over her neck caught the light, showing something the lights in the club didn't show - the scar that it was covering. A long, raised scar that the black ink sheilded from immediate sight. The barbed wire tattoo seemed to cover a similar scar, but in a more wide-spread area. "If you're trying to cover those burns, Zanessa, you're going to need more ink done," Haven pointed out. This earned him a firm smack to the back of his head and a fierce glare.
"Sorry," he said casually, dropping the last of his smoke on the ground. "Go home," Zanessa said irritably, giving Haven a surpringly strong shove on his back. He stepped forwards, then turned back to look at her She rolled her eyes, "Honestly, Haven, I can drive. I'm not drunk." Soon enough, It was just Zanessa in front of the club. Waiting for Havens twin sister to come back with her new boy toy. She had hear ear bugs around her kneck, blaring Mama by MCR. She had taken a seat on the valet stand, out of sight from the highway and the walkway.
She had found some spare paper and a pen under the lift able top, so she was absently doodling some random things - a fairly realistic eye, a hand, a cat paw, a few band logos she didn't bother thinking about. She ran a hand through her hair again, clearly irritated with her friends sister. She pulled her phone form her bag, scrolling through her contacts to find Havens number. She was done waiting, an hour was long enough in her book.
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Post by Sabby The Caddy on Sept 5, 2016 0:53:48 GMT -5
It wasn't a long wait before the man noticed the girl from before now with a guy exit the bar. He was located near the door simply leaning on the wall about five steps to the left of the door. He wasn't trying to hide, who cared about being sneaky anymore he was too old for all that. He had finished about three smokes, and had one little extra thing within the time he waited. The other item he had used was currently at his feet. These substance to him gave off the same happy feeling of feeling unstoppable to Thomas, though without the other side effects. However the one he had just done was more of relaxer so when his target exited with the other person Thomas was lying on the ground his head drooping to the side as he watched the sights.
The substance tainted his hearing a bit, but he heard enough of the conversation the girl was trying to hide burns, or something. In all honestly Thomas did care it wasn't going to stop him from turning her tonight. Well if anything was going to stop it'd be what he just took. However his immune system was strong enough for him to get the job down despite being on a very strong high. Once he saw the guy leave, and the girl start to draw stuff he stood up. To him at this current state everything looked blurry, and kind of cartoony. "Man I gotta lay of the good stuff." He laughed as he rubbed the back of his head before approaching the girl.
The nice approach was already gone so Mr Buckingham decided to play the full role of what he was going for. He moved in behind the girl, and removed one of her earbuds. "Hey I wanna show you something sweet baby." He told her giving her a smile the was playing he role of drunken jerk. He needed to get her someone like an ally before he could bite her. He didn't need the higher ups going after him because the headlines of the news was 'Vampires real?!'. "I'll make it worth your while if you come along sweety." He added flashing a bag of pills. He wasn't sure if she was into this stuff, but the last girl he chilled with who acted like this sure was, and he didn't want to drag her. Though if this didn't work dragging would speed this along.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 5, 2016 1:06:36 GMT -5
Zanessa didn't reply for a moment, watching him with eerie, blank white eyes. She made a 'humph' sound in the back of her throat, leaning in creepily close and studying his face with an expression of mock interested. Her black make up was still as sharp and smooth as ever, although her hair was a little bit rucked up She kept her eyes on his for a long moment. Ten seconds. Twenty seconds. Thirty. Still silent.
Finally, she leaned back, her bored, cold expression back on her face. "A hopelessly drugged, drunken perverted creep who enjoys crossing people. No pills, no drugs, just leave me alone, man," She sounded bored, plugging back in her ear bud in a pointed, sharp movement before slapping the pen and paper against the valet table. She hopped down, landing on her tall heels with surpring balance.
"Don't call me sweetie, please and thanks," She said coldly, cutting him an icy glare she tossed over her shoulder. Her top pulled up from around her waist, showing a bit of her lower back and stomach before she jerked it back down. There was definitely something wrong with this girl. It wasn't arrogance, nor self-doubt. She had perfect clarity f where she was in this world, and she liked keeping herself in that narrow path. She had no idea what was coming.
Zanessa cranked up the volume of her music, blasting Slipknot through her high-powered earbuds with break-neck volume.
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Post by Sabby The Caddy on Sept 5, 2016 1:25:07 GMT -5
Man this girl sure got on his nerves. Just how she acted, he didn't know what exactly it was. Maybe it was the drug in all honestly, but he really had a bone to pick with this girl now. He just wanted to show her pain at this point, and there was only one way to show true pain. He didn't even care about any witnesses at this point as he quickly grabbed the girl's arm, and bit her. He didn't feel like getting close enough for her neck. No he wasn't looking for fear, he just wanted her to know what she was messing with. Sure he could have given her physical pain, but the man wasn't feeling it in all honestly. Physical pain was nothing behind this curse in his mind. Especially to people who idolize it.
He didn't savor the taste long as he simply let her go, and puts his hands in his pocket. "Hope we are everything you thought we were sweet heart." He commented with a carefree laugh any anger was gone. The blood he drink had been enough to clear the poison from his veins meaning his high simply disappeared from doing that. So now he was sober. That was blood did he found out, sure he craved it sometimes, but mostly it was to cure himself. From broken bones, to gun shot wounds, to sickness, and to stuff like drugs, and alcohol.
Thomas didn't really care what this weird girl did now, maybe she'd want revenge? Eh, for all he cared this girl could hunt him down, and do whatever. He just simply didn't like her treating him like dirt when he merely had sat next to her. The other insults were deserved, but it didn't matter now as he turned her. "Stay emo kid." He called as he whistled walking down the street with a little irish jig in his voice.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 5, 2016 10:45:48 GMT -5
Zanessas expression slipped from cold apathy to absolute disgust as he grabbed her arm. he expression didn't change, only deepened as he bit her, making her jerk her arm away as the bite mark bled. "Who the f--- are you?!" She snapped in scalding hatred, her eyes narrowed with dangerous rage as he whipped around to glare at him.
That's when she felt it.
Searing agony spread like lightning from the bite wound, forcing her onto her knees as she kept her glare focused on Thomas's back. Even as her vision fuzzed, even when the pain became so unbearable she had to bite her tongue until it bled to keep from screaming, she funneled all her hatred and pent up rage into her glare, piercing his back. By ow, an average Vampling would have been unconscious, but she refused to acknowledge her weakness. She refused to give in.
Zanessa forced herself to her feet as the agony shot through her body, keeping her quickly darkening vision pinned on Thomas's back. "You can try to break me, freak, but I won't bend." Her voice was taunt with rage and pain, yet she still managed to force herself to put on her leather jacket and pick up her bag, pulling a pair of keys from it and walking towards her motorcycle, a sleek-looking machine, well-cared for.
Her ride home was reckless - she nearly died twice in near crashes, and her vision was poor at best. By the time she finally pulled into her apartment complex and forced herself up the stairs into her own apartment, decorated in band posters and leather furniture, she completely lost her strength. With the door locked behind her and her windows shut, she sank onto the ground by her couch, leaning against it for support as she finally gave in and let the world go black.
The next morning, she woke up feeling like she was dying. Her lipstick was still in place, but her eye makeup was slightly smudged. Hair tousled, she managed to drag herself to her feet and limp into her room. Daily routine suddenly became a painful chore - shower, makeup, hair, clothes. With a pair of destroyed, tattered black skinny jean, a We Came As Romans band shirt, and a pair of heavy black combat boots, she quickly put on her eye makeup. Ignoring her usual lipstick, she covered her lime green eyes with shockingly neon orange ones, giving her a Halloween-like spooky look.
"Ah crap, what is going on?" She groaned and clenched her stomach as it gave her a severe, sharp pain, matching the thirst in her throat. She reached for her artificial fangs, and took off the protective case. Holding one in her hand, she lifted it up to her mouth and opened up. Breath hitching, she dropped her artificial fang. Her canines were no longer average canines - instead, they were long, tapering fangs, sharper than anything artificial she had worn. Her throat and stomach burned her again, sending her onto the ground in a kneeling position. The band-logo bearing rubber bracelets around her wrists rubbed against her skin s she clenched her arms tighter around her stomach, the hunger and thirst almost unbearable.
Half an hour later, she uncurled shakily from her position, grabbing her bag, jacket, and keys. Forcing herself to leave her apartment, she could barely lock the door as her hands shook, the keys on her key chains clinking against each other. "What the living ___ ____ this ____ _____...." The under-her-breath cursing only made her throat hurt worse, so she stopped making comments and focused on that task at hand - get to the hospital and see what the hell was happening to her.
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Post by Misty on Sept 5, 2016 11:22:17 GMT -5
Lucas stood in his bedroom and buttoned his shirt before rolling the sleeves to his elbows. He took a good look at himself in the mirror and pushed a hand through his hair. “You know, I don’t like this,” a female voice said, causing him to turn to see his wife wrapping her arms around his waist and resting her head on his shoulders.
“Nothing’s gonna happen,” he reassured her. “The guys wanna go to some dance club – probably to meet some girls – and I promised that I’d go with them. And while I’m not the designated driver, I’m not gonna get wasted. I swear.”
His wife let out a sigh as she pulled herself away from him. “Alright,” she said, still uneasy about the entire situation. They had only been married for about six months, and she didn’t want him doing anything that would wreck their marriage. “But if you don’t come home tonight,” she said, leaving him to fill in the blanks of her threat.
“But I will come home tonight,” Lucas said, leaning over to kiss her on the forehead. “Don’t worry about me. It’s the others you need to worry about.” With that said, he grabbed his keys and left. She remained standing in their bedroom for a moment before sitting on the edge of the – their – bed. It was one thing if they were going to a bar to watch a game. She was okay with that. She wasn’t okay with this, and while she wanted to trust her husband, she wasn’t sure how he’d act without her there.
Soon enough, Lucas and his friends arrived at the dance club. Once inside, they made a beeline for the bar. He glanced around the place, uneasy, but followed them anyway. As they ordered their drinks, he was handed the car keys (because they were too cheap for valet). He rolled his eyes but went along with it. That wasn’t going to stop him from having a drink, though he decided he would only have one. The group took their seats along the bar, and he ended up sitting to the right of Skyra with his wedding band in plain sight.
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Post by Sabby The Caddy on Sept 5, 2016 12:12:40 GMT -5
Thomas hadn't even looked back to see her glare. His job was already done, and at this point the best part wouldn't come til later. It was always the first few weeks of being this undead monster that caused people to freak out the most. He remembered his own first day as a full fledged vampire clearly. He had been bitten during a battle at his master's keep. He thought he had been killed, but low behold he awoke in a cart full of dead bodies. He had to crawl his way out of the cart, and when the owner of the cart got out to see what was happening he got his first meal. Luckily he had been buried under the corpses, and when he awoke it was night. For he remembered his first day in the light. He had simply left to go find a job, and bam everything burnt. Mere seconds later burnt turnt into flames, and he had to run inside quickly. He had survived by jumping into the bathe of rich man he had killed to use his house. It had taken him a few week to recover from the burns, and three full course meals. Those flames were the worst pain he had ever felt. Though there were ways to work around it now. He tended to wear a poncho, and a sombrero to block his skin from the sun.
Which was what he was currently doing as he found his way to his new friend's house. It was simple to find it, all he had to do was focus on the taste of her blood. It was like a dog sniffing something out, but well him doing it himself. He didn't knock on her door, or anything no he merely waited. No sane person would assume he was a real vampire, but more a junkie who bit her. He was only here to show her the guidelines because of the code. He really cared less what this girl did, though he did slightly feel bad. It had been the drugs that made him act so rashly so unlike any other day when he'd skip following the code he decided to help her. Unless she turned him away again then he'd simply go on his merry way he had no interest in being belittled.
Mere moments later he heard the sound of her door, and he looked at her with a plain look. "I wouldn't do that if I was you." He decided to warn her so she could avoid the pain of being burnt alive. It was indeed the worst feeling in existence at least to Thomas. He had yet to feel anything quite as bad as being on fire. He was wearing his weird pacho git up along with a sombrero, and a pair of white gloves so the sun wasn't touching his skin. Some vampires said sunblock could work, but Thomas preferred the safety of his weird git up. "Though if you insist on not listening to me because you are a grumpy little girl who don't need no one's rules then I'd at least recommend putting on a lot more clothes." He added, but just in case this girl was stupid enough to not listen he did have a fire extinguisher laying on the ground next to him to put her out.
(I'm going of vampire rules of the Preacher comics since we didn't really go off of what kind of vampires we are working with. So I figured Preacher was my favorite version so I'd just go with that.)
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Post by rose on Sept 5, 2016 12:50:18 GMT -5
(Can I have the second plot? Just know that I have almost no inspiration and will most likely write horrible replies, but a girl can try! And great job with the intro. 10/10 )
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Post by Deleted on Sept 5, 2016 13:10:33 GMT -5
So much to respond too.... One moment, guys, your replies will be up in a moment! Rose Of course you can! Don't worry about the replies, we all have our down days. What part would you like, honey?
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