Me n'Nothing. Ten bucks each. Takers?
Molochai leans against their van, parked outside of a cheap (but clean) motel, squinting up into the sun. He sighs and blows his bangs out of his face, shoving his hands into his pockets and pushing his leather pants down below his hips, revealing his hipbones and the tribal tattoos that curve over them, stark black against his pale skin.
Everything about the boy is a study in black and white, accented with silver jewelry here and there. The black leather pants are paired with a longsleeved fishnet shirt, finished off with black combat boots. He sports a collar with metal loops to hook a leash onto around his neck, several silver hoops in each ear, and a safety pin on each nipple.
And yet, despite all his splendid decoration, Molochai has the air of a bored and pouty child of five, rather than the cool goth punk of seventeen that he looks.
"Nothing," he whines. "I'm hungry."
The boy named Nothing, who is settled on his haunches next to the black van, sucks a lungful of smoke off his Lucky Strike and lets it out through his nose in a gesture he looks too young to have mastered. "Yeah, I know," he answers, turning a head full of inky-black hair toward his friend. "We both are, but we're going to have to wait. We can't eat each other." Truth be told, he would hardly say no to a nourishing mouthful of the sweet red blood flowing through Molochai's veins, knows Molochai would be just as happy to drink his, but there's no way that they could drink themselves to satiation on such a small amount of blood.
No; they're going to need a full meal, someone they can use to wash down their liquor, pills, and acid tabs. The drugs haven't helped in attracting anyone yet, but Nothing's very young appearance has helped him feed before; no one figured much would come of a little goth boy whose skin was patterned with scars of his own making.
"We'll find someone," he promises, slipping Christian's old sunglasses on to keep the bright light out of his eyes. "And we'll make sure to save more this time, so we won't run out so fast. We just have to be patient."
Typists: Joint post for Molochai (sweetcandyboy and Nothing (willcomeofme). They come bearing hard drugs, hard liquor, and rough sex. Ideally, they'd like to give blowjobs, but Molochai's willing to negotiate other deals as well, for both male and female clients.
As a warning, they are hungry vampires looking for victims. If someone catches their fancy, they might get gnawed on. Post something in your comments to let us know if you're open to this.
For convenience sake, the order will probably go Commenter, Nothing, Molochai, unless something else comes up, if that's alright with everyone?
Everything about the boy is a study in black and white, accented with silver jewelry here and there. The black leather pants are paired with a longsleeved fishnet shirt, finished off with black combat boots. He sports a collar with metal loops to hook a leash onto around his neck, several silver hoops in each ear, and a safety pin on each nipple.
And yet, despite all his splendid decoration, Molochai has the air of a bored and pouty child of five, rather than the cool goth punk of seventeen that he looks.
"Nothing," he whines. "I'm hungry."
The boy named Nothing, who is settled on his haunches next to the black van, sucks a lungful of smoke off his Lucky Strike and lets it out through his nose in a gesture he looks too young to have mastered. "Yeah, I know," he answers, turning a head full of inky-black hair toward his friend. "We both are, but we're going to have to wait. We can't eat each other." Truth be told, he would hardly say no to a nourishing mouthful of the sweet red blood flowing through Molochai's veins, knows Molochai would be just as happy to drink his, but there's no way that they could drink themselves to satiation on such a small amount of blood.
No; they're going to need a full meal, someone they can use to wash down their liquor, pills, and acid tabs. The drugs haven't helped in attracting anyone yet, but Nothing's very young appearance has helped him feed before; no one figured much would come of a little goth boy whose skin was patterned with scars of his own making.
"We'll find someone," he promises, slipping Christian's old sunglasses on to keep the bright light out of his eyes. "And we'll make sure to save more this time, so we won't run out so fast. We just have to be patient."
Typists: Joint post for Molochai (sweetcandyboy and Nothing (willcomeofme). They come bearing hard drugs, hard liquor, and rough sex. Ideally, they'd like to give blowjobs, but Molochai's willing to negotiate other deals as well, for both male and female clients.
As a warning, they are hungry vampires looking for victims. If someone catches their fancy, they might get gnawed on. Post something in your comments to let us know if you're open to this.
For convenience sake, the order will probably go Commenter, Nothing, Molochai, unless something else comes up, if that's alright with everyone?