03: Fate forbids what you pursue [visual | location: Mick's apartment]

[ownlittleprison]

For Mick, the past week had passed in a blur of activity. Early morning saw him barricading the windows to keep out as much sunlight as possible, and his Extra neighbors had complained greatly to the Extra who kept tabs on everyone in the building. He'd been issued a warning, and informed that two more strikes meant he had to leave

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[goodluck_kobra]

Not that he had had a good start with this guy, but Kobra recognised someone going through withdrawal when he saw them and he couldn't help but feel for the guy. He had been there. Well, as the man continued it became clear that Kobra hadn't been at that point but when it came down to it withdrawal was withdrawal, right?

"You're being awfully dramatic," he drawled, taking of his sunglasses and squinting at the screen.

"How 'bout you calm yourself down, tumbleweed? Nothing too bad's happened so far, it's shiny." People had gotten hurt, yes, but it wasn't like there was a pile of dead bodies in the street.

"Apart from this killing you thing, what's gonna help?"

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[ownlittleprison]

Nothing too bad?

Nothing too bad. We've got ourselves a joker here, kids.

It's bad enough.

Mick shrugs, or maybe twitches is a better word for it, trying to look past the knee jerk response of being an utter bastard - shove people away, keep them at a distance, it's how this works. Humans and vampires don't mix, their communities overlapping only where strictly necessary. He works alone, lives alone, eats and sleeps and dies alone.

And suddenly, out of nowhere, people (humans) are offering to help? Even worse, better, more of whatever this is, it's people he barely even knows.

"Are you sure you want to ask me that?"

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[goodluck_kobra]

"Yep," Kobra replied without batting an eyelash. "Wouldn't have asked otherwise."

He leaned back and fidgeted a little, craving a cigarette but thinking it might not be the best idea to smoke right now.

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[ownlittleprison]

There's only one thing he hasn't tried yet, and that's not something he wants to even consider when in this state. He's weakened to the point of snapping, and just thinking about the real deal, about fresh, warm blood right from the vein makes his lip curl.

"Hhh, haven't tried human blood yet. Hatched blood doesn't work, and the Extras..." He drifts off, eyes glazing over slightly, eyelids closing halfway.

"'m so tired."

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[goodluck_kobra]

fine, so it is kind of very different than the withdrawal Kobra went through, but the core of it? The core is the same. He can relate to the tiredness, the glazed eyes, the shacking, the want.

"So what, you need to drain a human, or you need just some blood?" Kobra asks, because he'd be the kind of reckless idiot to give vials of his blood away, partly to help, partly because that'd be kind of shiny. A vampire, yeah, definitely milkshake.

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[ownlittleprison]

That's not a question he even wants to hear, let alone think about. What does he need? He doesn't have any prior experience to extrapolate from, no Josef to ask for help or advice or even a bit of friendly griping.

For a moment his face twists, from physical pain or something deeper. "I don't know," he whispers, as if afraid of the very admission.

"I don't know."

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[goodluck_kobra]

"Then we gotta try, I guess," Kobra shrugged. "Man, withdrawal sucks, I know all about that, tumbleweed."

He tilted his head to the side, thinking. "Want me to come over or something? Or just leave you a glass of blood? Which would really be fucked up, but kinda shiny, you know?"