Bisexual
Iceclaw
You can kill me, but you will never destroy me.
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Post by Iceclaw on May 12, 2020 16:44:45 GMT -5
Kyle | Apartment | Jocelyn, George
"Hospital, of course," Kyle said, nodding. "There's one about four miles south of here." Whether they'd be able to use it was another question. He doubted they had insurance. "The police station is oh, I want to say two miles east? But they patrol the area often. The crime rate of this area is lower compared to the rest of the city." Which wasn't saying much but hey, he had to sell this place.
He laughed at George's comment. "Of course, we test for everything before we show it." This place was just barely scraping by the required limits, but hey, good enough.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on May 23, 2020 14:03:40 GMT -5
Cvetko wandered back into the main room, just in time to hear George’s remark and Kyle’s answer.
Naturally, they would have tested for all that before they got here, right? There was probably some kind of law that said you couldn’t sell houses if they were infected with the plague or something. Not that Cvetko personally knew of any such laws, but they knew more or less how things tended to work, and it seemed like a reasonable jump.
They wandered into another room, looking around. This one had lots of sunlight streaming in through the windows, and they smiled. It would be perfect for their plants to grow in.
“I’ll take this one.” They called out to the other vampires and Kyle, hoping there wouldn’t be too much conflict about it. Didn’t most vampires avoid the sun anyway? So it shouldn’t be a problem.
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Transgender
strider
No mourners, no funerals
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Post by strider on Jul 16, 2020 18:45:57 GMT -5
George How | Moving In George stepped back, admiring his handiwork. He’d managed to turn the small space he’d claimed as his room into what was almost a home. Most people would call it minimalist at best (though there were some less pleasant words that could be used), but it looked good enough to George. He’d had enough of opulence to last an entire lifetime. Besides, the building actually had running water, which was a good deal more luxurious than where he’d grew up in spite of the fine silks and gemstones. On top of a small dresser sat George’s small box of belongings. Not much – a drawing of his house crest, an old piece of bark, a tiny but colorful fabric scrap, and a ticket with mostly faded text. The dresser itself contained about two other versions of the same sweatshirt he was wearing, as well as a few other clothing articles. Nothing particularly show-y. It was better, in George’s opinion, to travel light. He’d already tested out the ceiling – the wood beams up top were perfect for sleeping, especially since it wasn’t like they could fit a bed in the room. It might be an issue if they ever drew attention from child services, but in that case he hoped one of the others would be willing to pretend their bed was his. They’d have to go over all the contingency plans soon, but they all needed time to move in. Satisfied that he’d done the best he could, George stepped out of the room, back into the hallway. “A-ying?” He called, peering into Shengying’s bedroom and trying to stay out of the way of the other vampires, who he figured were much further behind on the unpacking process, “Do you have my rosary?” |
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Post by Shadepelt15 on Jul 17, 2020 0:51:28 GMT -5
Joe ~ Door guard and future/current lacky ~ mintedstar/fur a little but mostly ~∂єѕтιиуAt John's request to keep an eye on his room, his eyes squint just a bit as he mulled it over. He made a good point; the poor, tragically normal realtor wouldn't last long in his present company. Not that it would really cost him anything to keep an eye on the room for him either, so he softened his expression and nodded. "Sure, I'll keep people from nabbing it," he stated, hesitating a moment then slowly offering a very unpracticed thumbs up. Glancing over, he offered another nod to Shengying, wondering to himself why they would want a room cut in half by a closet. Why not just get a larger room and put an armoire in it? Oh well, wasn't really his business. uhhhh skkiip?With half the van now moved into their room, Joe was quite comfortable. Not only that but now they actually had a space to hide away from everybody else in as opposed to wandering the house like rats in a maze, peeking into rooms and brushing past each other uncomfortably. Jocelyn would have to draw him out by his toes if he wanted him to talk to people any sooner than his two-month settle-in period. Was it an exaggeration? Who knew. For the moment he was tacking up the windows on Jocelyns side, making sure if any sunlight got through it was dim enough not to cause any trouble, then doing similar such on his own side. Curtains for him; sunlight was useful at times. Better than artificial light, in most cases. "Hmmm... Here is where we can split the room," he said decisively, dropping a small paperweight in the middle of the room. "Unless you don't mind having less space to yourself, which is fine. If your stuff wanders over here its subject to being mottled in with... all of my stuff, though." Not that he really minded, even if it did wander over he was decent enough at keeping track of everything he would just return it to its place on his blond companions side, probably when he wasn't looking. Turning his back to the (short b*tch) other fellow, he started trying to piece together where everything of his would go, or if he might need to get rid of some things. Seemed like he might need to get rid of some things... Certainly no place for a forge in here. Grumpily, he sighed; he hadn't found anywhere to put a proper forge in decades. Damn modern homes and limited residences equipped with stone patios for smelting metal. Horrible. Dammit. But, at least... he could do his woodworking. Possibly leatherworking. And whatever other odd little things he felt like doing. Oh no, Jocelyn was rubbing off on him.
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Jul 17, 2020 1:58:57 GMT -5
Jocelyn - Shadepelt15
Jocelyn was laying on his back, completely sprawled across the bed. Joe had told him to put the sheets on the mattress a while ago, but he’d set them down in a spot that allowed them to be knocked off the bed when he’d first rolled over, so he’d abandoned any hope of doing that task. Instead he’d thrown a simple blanket down, and was laying on top of it instead of the dirty mattress; listening to the sounds of his friend moving around.
The vampire had managed to get most of his stuff into the room, and had opened the boxes for Joe to sort through when he got around to it, but he didn’t have many possessions that he was eager to see decorate the room. He was familiar with what Joe brought around with him, so he figured his company would situate the area in a way that made it feel homey, but he didn’t feel like there was much he could contribute to the cause. He had a limited amount of personal belongings outside of his clothing, and his stuff was actually easier to find when it was still in the boxes - even if Joe would find a home for it all in due time.
He lifted his head as the other man spoke, then promptly sat upright to examine the split. “No it’s fine. Just keep it equal or you’ll bitch at me later.” He then collapsed onto his back again. “When you’re done we need to go out and get food, I want to meet people. Also, oh! Do you think anyone will come with us? No one seems to like you, so you need to chat them up a little more or people are going think you’re weird.” He knew Joe didn’t care about being seen as weird, but he didn’t want everyone associating them together if Joe was going to go around all moody.
He reached out behind him and grabbed both corners of the blanket, wrapping it around him as he sat up to watch what Joe was doing. “Who’s your favorite?” He glanced, being sure the door was closed like he usually expected Joe to keep it. “They all kinda seem like assholes to me, but,” he made a face, whistling slightly. “The apartment is nice, a bit expensive for us, considering how you usually are with money.” He sighed, giving Joe a bored and expectant look.
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Pansexual
Cloverleaf
For certain as our banner flies, we are not alone. The people too must rise.
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Post by Cloverleaf on Jul 17, 2020 2:49:01 GMT -5
| Shengying | The Apartment | Moving In | Shengying took a step back from the bookshelf/catch-all, inspecting the contents placed upon it. They frowned, then straightened out a ceramic brush holder; the adjustment was miniscule to any other spectator, but it seemed to satisfy them. The room was slowly coming together; various trinkets and artifacts were beginning to add personal touches, and with everything straightened up, it looked quite neat despite being a work in progress. They narrowed their eyes at a cobweb collecting dust in the corner, and mentally ran through the list of people in the apartment that they could convince to dust for them. Rosaleen was near the bottom of the list, and the new guy John was near the top. An array of clothing and fabrics were laid out on the bed, ancient silk mingling with various dyed cottons and a few modern t-shirts, all folded crisply. They hadn't even tried to open the closet yet; it was sure to be dusty and gross. They were pulled from their organization by a familiar voice, and they ushered the kid in out of the way of others who might have needed to pass by in the hallway. "Lai, jin lai." An unreadable look passed over their face as George asked his question. "Yes." Tucked away in a box with some of their still-packed things. "Do you want me to... move it somewhere for you?" |
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Transgender
strider
No mourners, no funerals
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Post by strider on Jul 17, 2020 3:11:55 GMT -5
George How | Moving In George gave a small smile at the sound of the familiar words, gratefully stepping into the room. Even if he didn’t need a formal invitation because that was technically only for buildings, it still felt nicer to have one before entering private rooms. Being in Shengying’s room felt much calmer than the hallway, where he could hear Jocelyn and Joe having a muffled conversation, and various other house sounds that he’d have to spend a while getting used to. “It looks just like your last room,” George commented, glancing around the room and noting what Shengying had decided to do with the space. It probably didn’t look all that similar, but if Shengying’s stuff was carefully organized exactly how they liked it… well, that made the room close enough. George looked around for any changes, noting them mentally. He didn’t trust these other vampires not to go through his or Shengying’s stuff, and besides… if he ever needed anything of Shengying’s, it was best to know its exact spot. His eyes flitted up to the other vampire, considering the offer. “I mean... it’s mine,” he pointed out, though he knew Shengying knew that. “And you’re not quite done unpacking…” he glanced down at his hands, at the familiar scars that had lasted for more than five hundred years. Maybe it would be best to have Shengying place it for him. “If you have time,” he added quietly after a second, before moving a little further into the room. He caught sight of the cobweb and was momentarily surprised that he hadn’t been recruited to deal with it. A gut reaction from his apprenticeship days. He’d done a good deal of the cleaning then, when Shengying was doing the actual work. “Do you think this will last?” he asked after a moment, running a hand through his blond curls. “With the others, I mean?” He was so used to it just being the two of them. Or, worse, just him alone. |
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Pansexual
Cloverleaf
For certain as our banner flies, we are not alone. The people too must rise.
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Post by Cloverleaf on Jul 17, 2020 4:04:14 GMT -5
| Shengying | Apartment, their room | Talking with George |
"Mm. It's getting there." The space was beginning to be comforting, but it didn't quite feel home-y yet. That would come with time and familiarity. A car horn sounded outside, reminding them of just how intertwined they were with the city now. It was a nice feeling, to be nestled in among humanity. "It is yours, and yet it's still going to..." They trailed off, their gaze following George's to the scars on his hands. No need to bring up old grievances. They went over to one of the boxes and rummaged around for it. "I have been on this earth for two thousand years. I have time. I've nothing but time." "And... if you have time?" They nodded at the cobwebs still in place. It had been a long time since Flavio- George, whatever- had been their apprentice, and they usually tried to stay out of the habit of casually asking him to do things. They still couldn't shake the habit of looking out for him, and though he was hundreds of years old at this point he was still just a kid in their mind. "Nothing lasts completely, I suppose. I think people might come and go, sometimes later, but I feel it's steady for now." They pulled George's rosary from the box, unhooking a hairpin that had gotten caught on the beads. They cast the centuries-old piece back into the box with a casual familiarity that would have given a historian a heart attack. |
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Post by <Raintalon> on Jul 23, 2020 19:55:17 GMT -5
Rosaleen | Apartment | Looking for John
Rosaleen didn't really have any things. Nothing that had been worth bringing with her from place to place for hundreds of years, anyway.
The one exception was this, she thought, removing a small ornament from her pocket and placing it on the dusty windowsill. As it always did, it caught the sun and made a little rainbow on the floor, adding a slight bit of color to her dingy surroundings. She didn't care about the color, or the ornament. There was no reason at all to hang onto it.
Leaving it where it was on the windowsill, she turned and walked out into the living room, stretching and looking around to see if anyone fun had finished unpacking and come out yet. Shengying, of course, was still going, and Jib was probably in there with Joe doing....whatever those two did. Kissing? She'd rather not think about it.
Where was John? With that question as a temporary goal in her mind, she began to poke around, looking in corners and behind doors to see if she could locate the other vampire. It was something to do, anyway.
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Transgender
strider
No mourners, no funerals
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Post by strider on Jul 24, 2020 10:16:24 GMT -5
George turned his head at the sound of the car horn. No matter how many years he lived, he doubted he would ever fully be used to things like that. He was totally fine with horses and carriages, and fine with cars as a concept, but they were loud. Sort of how he imagined cannons would have sounded as they shot from the Tower of London. Well… not exactly, but probably about the same amount of sound if not the same type. “You knew what I meant,” he replied quietly, giving Shengying an appraising look. He knew they were willing to help, regardless of their actual feelings about the rosary. He supposed it would be a lot like if they decided to keep a broom in the corner of their room. Or not, because it wasn’t like a broom was a sacred object. There really was no apt metaphor, so George stopped trying. Ah. There it was. If anyone else had asked him to take care of a cobweb, he’d have scoffed. With Shengying it was a different story. “Of course,” he returned distractedly, making a mental note to grab a paper towel or something to clear the cobweb away later. He turned his gaze back towards Shengying, taking an involuntary step back when the rosary was revealed. He had been trying for five hundred years to build up a tolerance to it, but it didn’t seem as though that was how any of this worked. “Do you trust any of them?” he asked after a moment, voice quiet in case anyone was within eavesdropping distance. |
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Jul 27, 2020 16:36:37 GMT -5
Cvetko | That new old dubious house smell | everyone Cvetko stepped back, admiring their work. Their plants were spread out in the sunlight, the ones that needed the most in front while the others were further back. Some, like a few odd little mushrooms, were in the darker corners of the room. They didn’t have much, really. Various odds and ends were spread around the room, like a couple of crystals and a small piece of wood. Nothing big though. There was a lot of empty space. They sighed. “Best see how the rest are coming along.” They murmured, and turned, stepping out of their room and shutting the door behind them. They glanced around, noting that most of the others seemed to be finishing up as well. “So, what are we thinking?” They asked the room in general. “Good place? Satisfactory, anyway?” |
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Pansexual
Cloverleaf
For certain as our banner flies, we are not alone. The people too must rise.
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Post by Cloverleaf on Jul 30, 2020 21:08:07 GMT -5
| Shengying | Apartment | Into the Hallway | "I think trust will grow with time. But Cvetko seems really nice." Shengying took a moment to think about it, mulling George's question over again. It wasn't that they specifically distrusted anyone, but the group was new and they still needed time to get to know everyone better. They paused in the conversation as they stepped out of their room- gossiping about one's roommates didn't feel like the best impression they could make. They looped the beaded string around their fingers, twisting one of the smooth beads absentmindedly on the way to George's little room. A reserved but genuine smile appeared on their face as Cvetko joined them in the hallway and they paused to converse with them. "It's good. I think the place will work for us, and I really like being in New York again." |
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Transgender
strider
No mourners, no funerals
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Post by strider on Jul 31, 2020 0:47:49 GMT -5
George | Apartment | Entering the Hallway George considered that, pursing his lips. “Nice isn’t the same thing as trustworthy,” he replied quietly, though they both knew that well enough by now. Sometimes the people that seemed nice were the ones who were willing to sell you out the quickest. Or sometimes they were the people who took your throne from you and ordered your deaths. He pushed that thought to a far corner of his mind. He didn’t want to think about his past, not when there was a future to worry about. There was so much to be done – had they even looked into school districts? He and Rosaleen needed to register for something quickly, even if they never showed up. If they didn’t want to be investigated at some point, they needed to be receiving some sort of education, and they needed to at least show interest in the nearest schools. Then later Shengying could show any nosy idiots proof that they had looked into public school and had decided on homeschooling. He leaned against Shengying’s doorframe, listening to the conversation between his sibling and Cvetko. He would have joined in, but… well, it was a trashy apartment in the middle of one of the biggest cities in the world. There wasn’t much more to say about it, other than that it probably wasn’t up to code in about a million different ways. |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Aug 3, 2020 2:33:32 GMT -5
John | His Room | Moving in and unaware of the impending Ankle-Kicker <Raintalon>He'd set the mirror up on the back of his door. There wasn't any particular vampiric reason for it, but John liked to have something in place to show him the whole room. Anyway ... it kept him curious about the others. He hadn't grilled them all about the specifics of their vampire-natures. Some of them didn't show up in mirrors, he was sure. Anyway, he didn't ask because he was sure he was supposed to know these sorts of things. He didn't, and he wasn't planning to out himself as his age when he could just use a couple of rudimentary tricks. "Hello," he said to his reflection. He still had one at least. He glanced around his room. He had the desk set up by the window. Arranged in such a way that not only would people coming through the door be unable to see his computer screen, but flying butterflies outside his window wouldn't either. Having a desk in the corner was out of the way too. It made his room look a bit more open. He doubted most of the vampires here would be able to use a computer anyway. Curtains were hung, bed was arranged how he liked it. His room looked completely normal. If you perhaps ignored the fact that the turtle pen had an opening and was placed on the floor so that his little friend could come out. John hesitated, then let his mind wander. A second later, he could see out of the turtles eyes. Everything seemed decent. The perspective always made him a bit nauseous, particularly when he could see his body from the outside. A second later and he snapped back to his own eyes. He wiggled an arm, so the one in the mirror moved too. Yeah. It was like that. He shifted his shoulders, adjusting his shirt. It was still weird, even if he'd done it before. Frankly, he was just glad he had a door with hinges that could shut. |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Sept 2, 2020 1:22:42 GMT -5
(bump to keep the necroposting ghosts away)
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Post by Shadepelt15 on Sept 27, 2020 23:34:57 GMT -5
Joe the (not) hoe - ~destiny
After wandering around the room a minute, he stopped short and sloooowly turned his attention back to Jocelyn, creaking an eyebrow half way up his forehead in an equally un-timely manner. Of course, he wasn't surprised to hear his bluntness in the slightest, but the sass about "how he was with money" was unexpected... One of them had to keep decent track of it, especially if the other was so intent on not. Ah well.
Shrugging and sighing, he continued to look around the room. "Its too early to tell. You know i don't like people," he mumbled, lifting one hand to scratch at his growing stubble thoughtfully. Getting food seemed mostly pointless... at least so soon.
Frankly, he wasn't sure they'd all last in this place. Seemed far more likely that they would all get kicked out in the first week, what with how odd and.... unwilling to cooperate they all were. "If we're going to the store, we need to get window shades. And some lights. ... And a few other things." Other things being what he hadn't yet considered. Always easy to come up with a use for something you find randomly... A room divider might be good. And some tape to put on the floor... "Invite whoever you like, but impress upon them to respect our pace."
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Oct 17, 2020 19:51:12 GMT -5
“Agreed.” Cvetko said, giving George a quick, friendly glance,. It may not have been the greatest place they had ever stayed, but it could have been much worse, and they were just glad to be somewhere safe for now.
“I got a very pleasant room, I think.” They continued. “Plenty of space. Really, this place is a “steal’. They smiled, pleased with themself for using the term.
They glanced down the hall, wondering where the rest of the vampires were. They had all spread out white a lot as they settled in, which made sense, but it might be good to set up some ground rules. One vamp in particular could probably use them...
They shook their head slightly. “Think we should meet up with the others?” They asked lightly, glancing back at Shengying and George.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Nov 11, 2020 19:46:33 GMT -5
(Bump)
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Nov 16, 2020 13:48:02 GMT -5
Jocelyn!! Shadepelt15Jocelyn swung his feet absentmindedly as Joe wandered around the room, the vampire’s eyes focused on his kicking legs with a resting smile on his face. He blinked his attention back to Joe when the other man replied, his choice of words receiving him a scoff. “They’re not people, Joe. That’s why there’s hope for you.” He pursed his lips in consideration, then sighed in defeat. “You’re right that none of them stand out yet, though, so I’ll let your boring answer slide.” He glanced to the window as Joe mentioned shade, realizing for the first time that that would be an essential purpose. “Right...” He wrapped the blanket tighter around himself before using his legs to trust himself off the bed and onto his feet. He turned to Joe with a scowl, “I don’t need to do that, our pace is perfectly reasonable.” Without waiting for an answer, he strode over to the doorframe and flopped against it, his torso hanging out the opening as he threw open the door. “Come shopping with us, assholes!” He yelled throughout the hall. |
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Pansexual
Cloverleaf
For certain as our banner flies, we are not alone. The people too must rise.
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Post by Cloverleaf on Nov 17, 2020 21:53:09 GMT -5
"I think the realtor just wanted to get rid of us by that point." Shengying joked. "But good, I'm glad. And if there's not enough room for all of your plants I'm sure the living room could use some as well." The place looked a little bare. Honestly if they trusted folks a little more they would volunteer to add some paintings and such, but as it was they didn't trust the others not to touch or move them. Perhaps as time went on.
"Yes, I think once everyone is unpacked we can go over some details." Shengying agreed. They glanced towards the little living room; it wasn't roomy but it looked like everyone would be able to gather in the communal spot. Some might have to take the floor, but with a couch, and an old armchair around a coffee table, they should be able to squeeze everyone in. "Maybe have an apartment meeting, come up with a cover story, especially for the kids."
Shengying looked over as another door cracked open, seeing a blanket clad Jocelyn hang out of the room. They glanced at both George and Cvetko at his invitation- er... rude demand. An invitation by Jocelyn's standards. Despite Shengying's better judgement, it did sound fun to get out and see some of the city, get a feel for the area. Not quite addressing Jocelyn at first besides a nod and a wait one moment gesture of their hand, they said to the little group, "I'd be interested in going- would you two?"
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Dec 9, 2020 14:23:48 GMT -5
Boopish!
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Post by <Raintalon> on Dec 10, 2020 22:37:18 GMT -5
"What are you screaming about?" asked Rosaleen, appearing around the corner as Jib shouted his request across the house. "Can't you go by yourself?"
No, actually, that might be a bad idea, she decided, giving Jib a second look. If anyone was gonna screw up this whole thing on the first day, it was gonna be him, and it had been a pain to find this group in the first place.
Which meant she would have to tag along. Just in case he decided to blow their cover somehow. She didn't know anyone else here well enough to trust that they'd handle it - Shengying, maybe.
No, better to just go with them, she decided, remembering the fussy vampire's taste in clothing.
"Where even is the store around here? I didn't see one on the way," she said, leaning her back against the wall as she watched the others gather.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Dec 13, 2020 21:18:49 GMT -5
Oh thank goodness. Something to do other than ... whatever he'd been doing before.
John stretched and then headed for the door. He could hear a fair bit of shouting more than whatever the first instance had been. It was mostly Rosaleen now.
"Is there something we're doing?" he asked. Please, he thought. I really need something else other than the prospect of someone invading what I'm doing.
He exited his room, ignoring the general liveliness of everyone concerned.
"If we're going somewhere, I'm coming too."
He didn't trust this lot out in public.
"Where are we going though. Why shopping?"
It wasn't like they needed to appear that normal.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Dec 16, 2020 21:17:52 GMT -5
“True enough.” Cvetko brightened at the idea, leaning back to look at the living room, their small braid swinging a bit. Yes...yes, the living room could certainly use some green, they decided, nodding a little to themself as they thought about how to arrange things. A few over there, perhaps, and maybe a couple in the window would be nice...the kitchen could use some herbs surely. And who would protest against having some flowers near the couch?
They turned back, focusing on the others once again. Decoration could wait, they supposed, since more pressing matters seemed to require their attention. Such as a cover story. Yes, they certainly needed one of those.
“Shopping?” They repeated, glancing at Jocelyn. The other vampire seemed reckless to them, though they didn’t know him well enough to say for certain of course. They frowned very slightly, thinking it over.
“Should we not have a meeting first to discuss our cover?” They asked lightly, tilting their head a little at the others. “I don’t know exactly how likely it is that we’ll be interrogated, but especially the children might be questioned.”
They glanced at Rosaleen and George specifically when they said the last part. Though they understood that they weren’t actually children in many ways, they would be seen as children by the humans, which meant it was probably best to think of what to say if they were to be interrogated at some point.
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Transgender
strider
No mourners, no funerals
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Post by strider on Dec 20, 2020 23:15:23 GMT -5
George | Hallway George tensed as he heard Jocelyn, glancing between Cvetko and Shengying to see what the other two were planning on doing. He knew that regardless of what Cvetko chose, he would stick with Shengying. Jocelyn’s invitation had been… well, rude was an understatement. When he was growing up, nobody would have dared to speak to him like that. But it had been a long time since he’d been anyone who deserved respect – he was used to being told to do things, but he didn’t always obey. And he didn’t have to accept being sworn at. “Shopping is fine with me,” he said evenly. There was nothing he’d want to buy, of course. One of these days Shengying would likely notice that the number of holes in his sweatshirt was growing exponentially and ask him to consider getting a new one, but until that happened, George had everything he could imagine needing. He had learned quickly that having too many possessions made it difficult to travel. He only kept what he needed, and that wasn’t… very much. “Hm?” he turned his attention towards Cvetko as they referred to him. “I’m going to look into the school district around here very soon. We’ll need to find the least reputable school there is, so our absences won’t be missed terribly. As long as we show up… well, perhaps twice a month… we should be fine.” If he could convince Rosaleen to go even that often… |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jan 3, 2021 20:24:14 GMT -5
John had been listening for a second, but the result of this was realizing that the vampires here were once again mildly bad at any and all planning when it came to human situations. Were they really all that old and disconnected to the world to not work anything like this out?
"Getting up the internet would be quicker with just about all of this," he said, hoping that George would at least know what the heck he was talking about. "Worst comes to worst, we can just order things on Amazon and say you and Rosaleen are homeschooled. There's just not a lot we can do right now without WiFi."
Did old vampires know about WiFi?
Well ... this old vampire did, because he refused to live in the medieval era just because he was supposed to come from then - or something. Later then that, really, but no one was asking.
"Also we could use ... I don't know ... a TV? People look at you a bit oddly when you don't have one."
Or so John said, because living in a house without a TV was only slightly better than living in a cave. He wasn't here to live in a medieval era cave.
"Anything I should be doing? Making a list, perhaps? Really?" Anything to get them moving.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jan 30, 2021 22:40:10 GMT -5
(Bump before the necromancers are needed.)
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Feb 6, 2021 17:22:12 GMT -5
Jocelyn @/basically everyone
Jocelyn closed his eyes as multiple vampire’s spoke at once, all demanding clarification for his rather simple request. Once there was a pause to the intial confusion he opened his eyes and glanced over the figures that had been summoned by his shouting. “Yes, shopping,” he said slowly for those who didn’t understand him the first time, particularly John, who seemed the most frazzled by his suggestion. He then shot Rosaleen an impatient look, “because only [oops]ing weirdos go shopping by themselves.”
He went quiet for a moment, looking between the others as they discussed with wide, dark eyes. His expression slowly sunk into a pout as the conversation started to dip in a negative direction, then a scowl as John piped up again. “A list? Oh my god, you sound like Joe - we’ve been stuck in this apartment for hours, we need to go out and do something - not all of us want to be hermits.” He glanced at Cvetko as he went on, “we live in an over populated world, no one gives a shit about kids anymore. And it’s not like Rosaleen is smart enough for it to be believable she’s enrolled anywhere, so let’s just go.” He pushed himself off the doorframe and smiled eagerly back at Joe, waving for him to come join them. He tossed the blanket onto his side of the room and stepped into the hallway, leaving room for Joe to leave the room after him. “John you can stay here and worry about the internet if you want to be miserable, but the invitation stands.” He spoke lightly, though there was a quickness in his voice as he tried to hurry the group along before anyone could protest.
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