*shrugs, grins at Dwayne when he puts an arm around him, for a brief moment, he's curious to know if his friend had read anything like he had in 'his' journal, but the thought is immediately gone*
Yah, well... I was distracted, and I did want to... *amused scowl* But a certain someone's casualties got in the way! ... Ya know, chicks don't often want to go anywhere alone after noticing someone carrying a bleeding small child. They're all sensitive about that kinda stuff. *annoyed huff*
*blinks* ... You mean... *frowns* But... Where else would they... *pained look* ... *looks like he either wants to scream or break something*
... *pauses* ... Wait... Wait... They may be... But I don't think so. Dude, come on! We'd know! ... And I remember that damn journal said that we came here on our own... Meaning they'd still be back in Santa Carla! *calms down slightly* *pats his pockets, looking for the damn book* Seriously! Maybe I'm just grasping at straws here, but look! *pulls book from his pocket and flips through it a bit, searching for a few pages* Not that this self-sacrificing shit ain't worth it if they aren't... But primarily, I want to get the fuck out of here... And if they are dead... Why waste our time with a bunch of kids?
... I say we figure out where the hell we are, figure out a way back and go level Santa Carla if we can't find them... No WAY am I letting Star OR those damn wanna-be hunters get away with this shit, *cringe* double so after what they did to me. *growl*
*scowls and runs rough hand through hair* But this isn't home! Home is us being killed at Emerson's house! I read 'my' journal too, and it doesn't fit. For all we know....
*he gave a frustrated growl*
Things are different. TOO different. Have you even stopped to look where we are? Portraits DO NOT MOVE!
*his breath hitched and he panted as he leaned against a wall, trying to get a grip on himself*
Going and leveling Santa Carla is all well and good. But what if we DON'T find them? It won't make a difference. It would be the same shit.... And Laddie.... *he closed his eyes and felt near physical pain at the thought of what the kid must be going (had gone?) through*
*scowls, grabs a hold of Dwayne's shoulders and shakes him slightly, dropping 'his' journal in the process* Fuck, man... We ARE here, like it or not. And sure Portraits aren't supposed to move. But they ARE.
*drily* And Vampires aren't supposed to exist either. And last I checked, that's what the both of us were. *squeezes his friend's shoulders comfortingly, his tone taking on a pleading quality* Please don't make me be the responsible one, I'm horrible at doing all that 'make good decisions' shit, and even worse at trying to lead.
*sighs, his shoulder slump a bit and he looks a bit... like a kicked puppy* And if we don't find them, then it will be all the more satisfying to tear apart those damn Frog brothers and Michael... Maybe we could even drown Star in their blood. *gets a likewise pained look at the thought of Laddie* I know! ... *he takes an unneeded breath, his voice choked when he speaks next* ... Laddie was upstairs... I saw him, but I don't know if... *pained distant look* I don't know what all he might have went through... What he might have seen. *he finally glances up, his tone switching to equal parts pain and anger* But I do know that him and that bitch Star were in the next room, and... *he closes his eyes briefly, shaking his head as if to clear his mind of the memory*
... I'll just say this, you probably sure as hell don't want my memories of that night... If you did... *sigh*
I just want revenge. Not on 'anyone near enough', on THEM, on the Emersons, those bastard Frog brothers, Star, fuck, even Max for getting us involved in that whole fucked up scheme of his. Just them. I don't care about anyone else... Aside from trying to find David and Marko, and keeping you close. I. Don't. Care.
I want them dead, that they would dare fucking do that to us... Hell, I don't even give a fuck WHICH goddamn reality is 'right'. They die.
... It's just that basic for me. *sighs* And hell, maybe we can at least find Laddie? We said we'd watch over him, and no one but us gets to do that. He's family.
... At least we can do it for him, right? ... And if he's too distant to think about, at least keep it together for a little while, for me?! *pleading look, then scowls* Oh, fuck... *annoyed look* you went and made me say some chick flick crap. But, just... Please? *trying to be amusing* If you don't, I'll have to try and lead, and we'd just wind up even worse off if I did that. You know I'm bad at that.
*keeps his head down as Paul shakes him, doesn't protest as he normally would have, listens to Paul's words*
*sigh*
I wasn't targeting just anyone. I woke up and was so hungry it was nearing bloodlust. I had to do something or I woulda wound up slaughtering everyone; kids and all. At least going after those kids minimized the damage I would have caused.
*feels slightly bad* I didn't mean to cause so much trouble. It's just.... *sighs again*
You're right.... Do you know how we could get to Santa Carla? We don't even know where we are. I can't find anything in 'my' journal, and no one else I've asked knows either.
*huff* And you think I was any better off?! *shakes his head* I'm still pretty damn close to loosing it, and this trying to reason with you shit isn't helping... *holds up one hand, his nails delicate sharp points* I got the hell out of that main room for several reasons.
... And I know you didn't... But I suppose there's not much to be done for it now... All we can do is try and figure out where the hell we are and how to get home... *scoff* Ideally before some of those brat kids OR the adults figure out it was either of us. *scowl* That bitch I was talking to seems to have decided it was ME that bit those damn kids... *annoyed growl* And that damn loudmouth that was arranging the medical shit apparently knows his legends. *reaches behind him, pulling that damned improvised stake out from where he'd tucked it into his back pocket, holding it up for a second before repocketing it carefully* He was handing these out... *annoyed glare at the wall*
... And I think we are somewhere in the UK? .. Maybe... One of the journals mentioned being near Scotland...
Yah, well... I was distracted, and I did want to... *amused scowl* But a certain someone's casualties got in the way! ... Ya know, chicks don't often want to go anywhere alone after noticing someone carrying a bleeding small child. They're all sensitive about that kinda stuff. *annoyed huff*
*blinks* ... You mean... *frowns* But... Where else would they... *pained look* ... *looks like he either wants to scream or break something*
... *pauses* ... Wait... Wait... They may be... But I don't think so. Dude, come on! We'd know! ... And I remember that damn journal said that we came here on our own... Meaning they'd still be back in Santa Carla! *calms down slightly*
*pats his pockets, looking for the damn book* Seriously! Maybe I'm just grasping at straws here, but look! *pulls book from his pocket and flips through it a bit, searching for a few pages*
Not that this self-sacrificing shit ain't worth it if they aren't... But primarily, I want to get the fuck out of here... And if they are dead... Why waste our time with a bunch of kids?
... I say we figure out where the hell we are, figure out a way back and go level Santa Carla if we can't find them... No WAY am I letting Star OR those damn wanna-be hunters get away with this shit, *cringe* double so after what they did to me. *growl*
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But this isn't home! Home is us being killed at Emerson's house! I read 'my' journal too, and it doesn't fit. For all we know....
*he gave a frustrated growl*
Things are different. TOO different. Have you even stopped to look where we are? Portraits DO NOT MOVE!
*his breath hitched and he panted as he leaned against a wall, trying to get a grip on himself*
Going and leveling Santa Carla is all well and good. But what if we DON'T find them? It won't make a difference. It would be the same shit.... And Laddie.... *he closed his eyes and felt near physical pain at the thought of what the kid must be going (had gone?) through*
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*drily* And Vampires aren't supposed to exist either. And last I checked, that's what the both of us were. *squeezes his friend's shoulders comfortingly, his tone taking on a pleading quality* Please don't make me be the responsible one, I'm horrible at doing all that 'make good decisions' shit, and even worse at trying to lead.
*sighs, his shoulder slump a bit and he looks a bit... like a kicked puppy* And if we don't find them, then it will be all the more satisfying to tear apart those damn Frog brothers and Michael... Maybe we could even drown Star in their blood.
*gets a likewise pained look at the thought of Laddie* I know! ... *he takes an unneeded breath, his voice choked when he speaks next* ... Laddie was upstairs... I saw him, but I don't know if... *pained distant look* I don't know what all he might have went through... What he might have seen. *he finally glances up, his tone switching to equal parts pain and anger* But I do know that him and that bitch Star were in the next room, and... *he closes his eyes briefly, shaking his head as if to clear his mind of the memory*
... I'll just say this, you probably sure as hell don't want my memories of that night... If you did... *sigh*
I just want revenge. Not on 'anyone near enough', on THEM, on the Emersons, those bastard Frog brothers, Star, fuck, even Max for getting us involved in that whole fucked up scheme of his. Just them. I don't care about anyone else... Aside from trying to find David and Marko, and keeping you close.
I. Don't. Care.
I want them dead, that they would dare fucking do that to us... Hell, I don't even give a fuck WHICH goddamn reality is 'right'. They die.
... It's just that basic for me. *sighs* And hell, maybe we can at least find Laddie? We said we'd watch over him, and no one but us gets to do that. He's family.
... At least we can do it for him, right? ... And if he's too distant to think about, at least keep it together for a little while, for me?! *pleading look, then scowls* Oh, fuck... *annoyed look* you went and made me say some chick flick crap. But, just... Please? *trying to be amusing* If you don't, I'll have to try and lead, and we'd just wind up even worse off if I did that. You know I'm bad at that.
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*sigh*
I wasn't targeting just anyone. I woke up and was so hungry it was nearing bloodlust. I had to do something or I woulda wound up slaughtering everyone; kids and all. At least going after those kids minimized the damage I would have caused.
*feels slightly bad*
I didn't mean to cause so much trouble. It's just.... *sighs again*
You're right.... Do you know how we could get to Santa Carla? We don't even know where we are. I can't find anything in 'my' journal, and no one else I've asked knows either.
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... And I know you didn't... But I suppose there's not much to be done for it now... All we can do is try and figure out where the hell we are and how to get home... *scoff* Ideally before some of those brat kids OR the adults figure out it was either of us.
*scowl*
That bitch I was talking to seems to have decided it was ME that bit those damn kids... *annoyed growl* And that damn loudmouth that was arranging the medical shit apparently knows his legends. *reaches behind him, pulling that damned improvised stake out from where he'd tucked it into his back pocket, holding it up for a second before repocketing it carefully* He was handing these out... *annoyed glare at the wall*
... And I think we are somewhere in the UK? .. Maybe... One of the journals mentioned being near Scotland...
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