Regulus enjoyed just walking, most of the time. The City certainly smelled terrible most parts most hours of the day, that much was certain. There was no chance, it seemed, that the stench would ever go away. As such, Regulus walked in his less sensitive human form, so that things would not be quite as pungent. So there was an almost dead ringer to a certain important policeman personage wandering the streets, especially hard to differentiate in darkness. After all, discounting the tattoo on his forehead, Regulus did indeed look exactly the same as one Jack Bauer.
And so on Monday night, when he could walk the streets in peace, Regulus was walking down an alleyway, forehead hidden in the shadows cast by what a shopkeeper had called a "baseball cap". It was an interesting piece fo clothing, actually. Regulus quite liked it.
Jan hung around, here and there - listless, violent, bloodlust only barely restrained by his weak human condition. He was all over the place without really needing to have any particular powers, considering when he wasn't cutting throats and spilling blood needlessly to relieve stress, he was wandering about. Currently, he was walking down the other side of that alleyway, ignorant of anyone coming from the opposing end. It wasn't until he glanced up and vaguely recognized who he thought was Jack Bauer. Famous police officer, walking alone at night, dark alleyway...why the hell not?
"Hey, man! I hear you're pretty famous." He shifted a hand behind his back nonchalantly, going for a hidden screwdriver in jeans. "Mind if I get an autograph?"
After the challenge to locate Jan, Aaron had hit the streets in search of the currently powerless troublemaker. It had taken some work, even though Jan seemed to make a habit of slaughtering victims in a way that rang as vampire was here to Aaron, his habits required him to do some legwork. Currently that legwork involved lurking in areas Jan had been seen before, as there was no better term for it.
At the moment, his location of choice was a small cafe with a tinted window that made it almost a one-way view as he watched the sidewalk, sipping at a much-needed cup of coffee.
A moment later, a particular chav formerpire walked into said cafe, ordering something light to eat - damn the human metabolism - and leaning onto the counter, completely oblivious to Aaron's presence. He wasn't dressed in his normal hideous retro tracksuit, in an attempt to blend in a bit better - just a t-shirt and jeans, beanie and piercings included. A couple minutes wasn't fast enough for Jan, so he called out into the back of the cafe, without any sense of discreetness.
"Hey, could you puh-leeze move your asses? Christ, who's a guy gotta fuck up the ass to get some decent service in this shithole?"
Calmly, Aaron finished off his cup and then approached the counter, standing not a foot away from Jan as he ordered another with an all-too-polite sound in his voice.
"I'd like another, if you please." This close to Jan made it easier to verify that the vampire had a heartbeat. Deliberately, he hazarded a small smile in Jan's direction before reaching in front of him for a coffee cup top. "Pardon me."
He recognized that voice. Jan glanced sideways, playing it cool. He took a step back, raising his hands in mock-friendliness. "Sorry man, there you go. What are the fucking odds, huh?" He'd wait until things were best, then flip a table and skeedaddle. Fuck his luck.
I'm sorry, this is a lot to respond to, I didn't meant to write so much @_@martianmonsterJune 29 2010, 15:45:23 UTC
It was the first time she'd been out of the house in a week, the first time since the day Karu-Sil had been taken home. It had taken that long for the pain to lift enough for her to move.
When the initial rush of rage had subsided, after the house had been trashed and she'd gone to Alpha and ranted obsessvely, screamed herself hoarse and senseless... when she had finally stepped back into their house, their haven, torn apart and hollow of her lover's presence, she'd come apart at the seams.
Curled into a ball on their bed, her face buried in the blankets that still held the last traces of her chala - her smell, her warmth, a single long brown hair - M'stra had sunk into grieving like a rock into the deepest ocean. The seperation of mates was a nightmarish ordeal for most of her race to begin with, but circumstances being what they were she had it worse than most, wracked with the psychosomatic pain of the loss. It was not unlike an amputation, and took just as long to recover from
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Jan's thoughts are far less complicated. He's wondering if he can order a pizza and put a cheeseburger patty or two on it and make a pizzaburger when some jackass clips him as he's walking down the street, and he wheels just as fast as they do, baring woefully blunt and useless teeth, gold eyes flashing.
"GET YOUR HEAD OUTTA YOUR ASS AND MAYBE YOU WON'T RUN INTO SHIT, YOU DUMB BINT." And then he pauses, because. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. This is bad. His posture remains threatening, but he's already looking for the quickest path outta here. "Oh Christ, it's just you. Thought I'd have to whip some ass for a second." The snarl turns into an almost patronizing smirk, because he remembers her having her tantrum over the network. He won't say that aloud, of course, because he's not suicidal - he'll just interpret it in every nonverbal way possible, ignoring all the alarmed pedestrians as they circle around the two. "'s been a while, huh?"
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M'stra draws up short at that voice, stepping back and focusing on the man's face just long enough to recognize that lanky bitch from the network.
"Not long enough. How's the extra does of humanity treating you?" she snorts, looking him up and down and noting the softer alterations of his face with a laugh. Observing tiny details came naturally to a shapeshifter, and seeing the blunter edges of his eye teeth was the first thing that had given her a moments pleasure in days...
"Fuck, you look like twice as much of a pussy now."
"Great. Love the food. Chocolate kicks ass." He tucked his hands in his pockets, shifting on the balls of his feet - she could probably tell, but he was prime to take off sprinting at any point in time. Being alive sucked, and he was really looking forward to this promised power return shit he'd been hearing about. The last insult had him sneering, baring teeth that were no longer imposing.
"Cool story, bro. Heard about your dyke girlfriend leaving. Glad she did. Bitch was ugly as fucking sin."
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And so on Monday night, when he could walk the streets in peace, Regulus was walking down an alleyway, forehead hidden in the shadows cast by what a shopkeeper had called a "baseball cap". It was an interesting piece fo clothing, actually. Regulus quite liked it.
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"Hey, man! I hear you're pretty famous." He shifted a hand behind his back nonchalantly, going for a hidden screwdriver in jeans. "Mind if I get an autograph?"
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At the moment, his location of choice was a small cafe with a tinted window that made it almost a one-way view as he watched the sidewalk, sipping at a much-needed cup of coffee.
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"Hey, could you puh-leeze move your asses? Christ, who's a guy gotta fuck up the ass to get some decent service in this shithole?"
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"I'd like another, if you please." This close to Jan made it easier to verify that the vampire had a heartbeat. Deliberately, he hazarded a small smile in Jan's direction before reaching in front of him for a coffee cup top. "Pardon me."
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When the initial rush of rage had subsided, after the house had been trashed and she'd gone to Alpha and ranted obsessvely, screamed herself hoarse and senseless... when she had finally stepped back into their house, their haven, torn apart and hollow of her lover's presence, she'd come apart at the seams.
Curled into a ball on their bed, her face buried in the blankets that still held the last traces of her chala - her smell, her warmth, a single long brown hair - M'stra had sunk into grieving like a rock into the deepest ocean. The seperation of mates was a nightmarish ordeal for most of her race to begin with, but circumstances being what they were she had it worse than most, wracked with the psychosomatic pain of the loss. It was not unlike an amputation, and took just as long to recover from ( ... )
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"GET YOUR HEAD OUTTA YOUR ASS AND MAYBE YOU WON'T RUN INTO SHIT, YOU DUMB BINT." And then he pauses, because. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. This is bad. His posture remains threatening, but he's already looking for the quickest path outta here. "Oh Christ, it's just you. Thought I'd have to whip some ass for a second." The snarl turns into an almost patronizing smirk, because he remembers her having her tantrum over the network. He won't say that aloud, of course, because he's not suicidal - he'll just interpret it in every nonverbal way possible, ignoring all the alarmed pedestrians as they circle around the two. "'s been a while, huh?"
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"Not long enough. How's the extra does of humanity treating you?" she snorts, looking him up and down and noting the softer alterations of his face with a laugh. Observing tiny details came naturally to a shapeshifter, and seeing the blunter edges of his eye teeth was the first thing that had given her a moments pleasure in days...
"Fuck, you look like twice as much of a pussy now."
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"Cool story, bro. Heard about your dyke girlfriend leaving. Glad she did. Bitch was ugly as fucking sin."
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