My first post on V
"Oh fuck... what time is it?" Carl rolled over to look at the stand beside his bed. There stood a large chainmaille sculpture, much resembling an eyeball, staring back at him; the dial from an all-too-familiar pocket watch as its pupil. 5:30. Early but not too early. He rolled back onto his back and store up at the ceiling. "This sucks."
With an exuberant sigh, the bare ass vampyre threw his sheets away and sat up on the side of his bed. His head fell into his hand as the blood rushed down his body, small starts dotted his vision for a moment then eased along with his headache. He rose his head and wiped the night time numbness from chin and neck then continued to his feet.
After a few awkward, zombified steps Carl cracked open the curtains and peeked out the window. There was a dim greyness that followed the sunset covering the courtyard. It seemed a painful reminder of the light-filled world which he'd been exiled from long ago. With a snear he turned away from the window and made his way around his bed. He ruffeled through the drawers of his dresser and found what he needed. Clothes in-hand he made his way to the shower to wash away his nightly torment.
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"Two months. Two fucking months..." Carl thought to himself as he stared up at the shower head. Not a single smirk had crossed his face since she'd left. He'd tell himself it was only because he hadn't gotten any action in a long-ass time, but the truth was much softer then that. All he'd done for the passing weeks was craft and train. He'd done little other then that since recovering from the Colin Assassination, but before she left he'd also found time for other things; things that she wanted to do.
This shower was so much larger now. He turned from the water stream and placed his hand on the door. The thought of her sitting on the bathroom counter flashed into his head , but as it swung open he knew that she was still away. The water turned off as he stepped out of the shower and grabbed his towel. He'd gotten used to this routine, or he thought he had, drying himself then dressing without enticing delays. It was rather dull and not something Carl enjoyed.
His hair had become second nature to him decades ago, this much was obvious as he molded it with effortless precision. They had never really dedicated themselves to one another, but the lonely brujah didn't want to take the chance on being rejected even once upon her return... not that he hadn't thought about it... a lot. This may have been, per chance, one of the main reasons he'd stayed secluded since she'd left. It wasn't that he didn't completely trust the other women of Ulcis (which he didn't), but he wasn't completely sure he'd trust himself around them.
"...maybe that's somthing we should've clarified before she left..." Carl spoke to himself in the mirror as he finished up with his hair. He turned around and moved back into the main part of his chambers. The crafting area at the far end hadn't much changed since he'd moved in. Obviously the stock of un-used materials was always varying, but the actual setup hadn't. He had two new racks set up on the walls, blades on one and armor on the other. He'd make sure everyone was outfitted before they left for their next mission, just as he made sure Carys was ready when she left two months ago.
"Ya know, what-the fuck-ever." He'd been debating a barroom breakfast for a couple mornings now, and he figured he was finally ready for one. He grabbed his coat from the bedpost and draped it over one shoulder. It'd been ages since he socialized with anyone, it was about time he repaired some lost friendships.
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And that's how I entered the new chapter in Vengance. I'm very proud of my posts ^_^ especially considering it's the first thing I've really written in..... a couple months really, or put alot of effort into anyway. If you don't know what V is then it probably wasn't worth reading, and if you do know what V is then you've probably read it, so it's kinda' pointless for me to post it here, but I'm bored!
Peace,
~RJ
With an exuberant sigh, the bare ass vampyre threw his sheets away and sat up on the side of his bed. His head fell into his hand as the blood rushed down his body, small starts dotted his vision for a moment then eased along with his headache. He rose his head and wiped the night time numbness from chin and neck then continued to his feet.
After a few awkward, zombified steps Carl cracked open the curtains and peeked out the window. There was a dim greyness that followed the sunset covering the courtyard. It seemed a painful reminder of the light-filled world which he'd been exiled from long ago. With a snear he turned away from the window and made his way around his bed. He ruffeled through the drawers of his dresser and found what he needed. Clothes in-hand he made his way to the shower to wash away his nightly torment.
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"Two months. Two fucking months..." Carl thought to himself as he stared up at the shower head. Not a single smirk had crossed his face since she'd left. He'd tell himself it was only because he hadn't gotten any action in a long-ass time, but the truth was much softer then that. All he'd done for the passing weeks was craft and train. He'd done little other then that since recovering from the Colin Assassination, but before she left he'd also found time for other things; things that she wanted to do.
This shower was so much larger now. He turned from the water stream and placed his hand on the door. The thought of her sitting on the bathroom counter flashed into his head , but as it swung open he knew that she was still away. The water turned off as he stepped out of the shower and grabbed his towel. He'd gotten used to this routine, or he thought he had, drying himself then dressing without enticing delays. It was rather dull and not something Carl enjoyed.
His hair had become second nature to him decades ago, this much was obvious as he molded it with effortless precision. They had never really dedicated themselves to one another, but the lonely brujah didn't want to take the chance on being rejected even once upon her return... not that he hadn't thought about it... a lot. This may have been, per chance, one of the main reasons he'd stayed secluded since she'd left. It wasn't that he didn't completely trust the other women of Ulcis (which he didn't), but he wasn't completely sure he'd trust himself around them.
"...maybe that's somthing we should've clarified before she left..." Carl spoke to himself in the mirror as he finished up with his hair. He turned around and moved back into the main part of his chambers. The crafting area at the far end hadn't much changed since he'd moved in. Obviously the stock of un-used materials was always varying, but the actual setup hadn't. He had two new racks set up on the walls, blades on one and armor on the other. He'd make sure everyone was outfitted before they left for their next mission, just as he made sure Carys was ready when she left two months ago.
"Ya know, what-the fuck-ever." He'd been debating a barroom breakfast for a couple mornings now, and he figured he was finally ready for one. He grabbed his coat from the bedpost and draped it over one shoulder. It'd been ages since he socialized with anyone, it was about time he repaired some lost friendships.
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And that's how I entered the new chapter in Vengance. I'm very proud of my posts ^_^ especially considering it's the first thing I've really written in..... a couple months really, or put alot of effort into anyway. If you don't know what V is then it probably wasn't worth reading, and if you do know what V is then you've probably read it, so it's kinda' pointless for me to post it here, but I'm bored!
Peace,
~RJ