RP Example - Need
Game: Sunnydale OSI
Who: Laili ot Wesley
Where: Wesley's apartment
When: Tuesday night
Laili was hungry. Starving, in fact. It'd been days since she'd had a decent meal. Ever since she'd been with Wesley, she'd been trying to cut back on her natural eating habits. But now, it was starting to get to her. She was at the point where she was considering being less than careful, luring some unwary youngling from its bed and snacking on it right in the streets. The thought of it made her empty stomach growl with displeasure.
She should have really eaten earlier at the zoo, where children were plentiful and frequently unattended. But there'd been some long boring meetings that she couldn't get out of, budgeting discussions and exhibit plans and special events talk and the like. She'd had to discuss her outreach education program to get funding for the upcoming year, after all. There was no sense in being uncivilized about it- she just planned to eat after the meeting. But by then, the zoo was closing and a co-worker had caught up with her to discuss some things and next thing she knew... there were no children in sight anywhere.
The only thing she could think of that might possibly help was Wesley. He was so supportive of her, and he loved her even knowing her true nature. Surely he'd think of something.
Feeling tense and sick with the hunger, she leaned against the frame and knocking on his apartment door.
"Please be home," she whispered, praying that he was inside.
Wesley had been catching up on some reading. Actually, he had been spending every free moment of his time researching Laili's "condition," as he thought of it. He was trying to read as much as he could about what she is, but so far, material was scant at best. Also, half of the information that he did find was obviously wrong (she could go out in sunlight even if one book claimed that she couldn't). When he heard the knocking on the door, he walked over to look through the peep hole (never just say 'come in' in Sunnydale), and, when he saw Laili and how weak she was looking, he quickly opened the door and asked, "What's wrong?"
"Wesley, I'm sorry but.." Laili looked apologetic, and tired as she hugged him.
"I'm very, very hungry. I've been trying not to, as much as possible, but regular food just isn't doing it and.. oh, I've had all these dreadful thoughts of snatching children right out of their beds for a little snack and the zoo won't open for hours and I don't know what to do..."
She looked up at him mournfully. "Please help."
He shut the door behind her, then wrapped his arms around her. He listened to her pleas. He knew that she didn't like what she had to do to live.
"Can...can you just survive on blood, or do you need the whole...," He trailed off, not being able to finish the sentence. If she could get by on just blood, at least temporarily, he thought that he knew of a way, at least until they could figure something out together.
"Well, it is the blood that nourishes me. I don't eat the whole child, after all.. that would be.. I mean, I couldn't fit the bones and such in..."
The thought of eating was making her salivate. Laili swallowed hard. "It does seem that the younger and fresher the blood, the better. For example, a teenager isn't nearly as satisfying as a sweet... tender.. juicy.. succulent.. baby..."
Mmmm... baby.
She licked her lips.
Good, he thought. "If just blood would work, then maybe we could get some from the local blood bank. If the local vampires can get it from time to time, then maybe you and I can do it."
He also thought that maybe he could maybe find Laili some child's blood through some occult contacts that he had, but that would take time. Also, he would have to push it out of his mind exactly where the blood came from.
"I've never tried cold blood before," Laili said. "But I'm so hungry, I'm more than willing to."
She wrapped her arms around Wesley. "I'm sorry. I'm not usually so ill-prepared, but since being with you.. I've been trying to cut back on my child consumption. It just seems like the right thing to do..."
Laili shook her head. "Amir is terribly displeased with me. He usually finishes off.. erm, the remains. But lately he's had to hunt for himself."
He inwardly winced at the thought of Amir eating, but managed to keep it from his face. He was worried about exactly what Amir was hunting, but now wasn't the time to bring that up.
"I appreciate you trying to cut back, but we're going to have to figure something out so that you won't get so hungry again," Wesley said. He didn't want to think of what she would do out of desperation if she got too hungry. "We should work out something for Amir as well. I don't want him going hungry. I've got someone that I can talk to about a more permanent solution, but for now we need to get you some blood. We can warm it up after we get it, of course."
"Thank you, Wesley."
Relief washed over her features to see that he was not angry with her for bringing this problem to her. What a good man Wesley was. She was so lucky to have him in her life. She smiled, trying to keep the predatory edge from her expression.
"May we take your car to go get the blood?" Laili asked. "I fear I used most of my strength to get over here, and I have not the energy for walking too much further."
"We can take my car," Wesley said, giving Laili a quick kiss before pulling away. He quickly gathered some tools that he thought he would need to break into the blood bank. He also remembered to grab two sets of gloves, one for him and one for Laili.
"I have to admit, I've never done anything like this before," Wesley said while gathering things. When he was done, he asked, "Are you ready to go?"
"I am ready," Laili said.
"I'm sorry that you have to do these dishonest things for me," she said, feeling quite guilty.
She headed for his car, stumbling a bit over her own feet as she walked. She felt very sluggish and ungraceful, like the true weight of her age was pulling on her limbs.
He caught her when she stumbled, and helped her the rest of the way to the car. "Think nothing of it," he replied to her apology. "I'm more than willing to do this and anything that you need for you."
He started the car and quickly drove near the blood bank, stopping close to it but not directly at it in hopes of not arousing suspicion. "Do you need to stay in the car?" he asked.
"No... I can help you. If someone comes, you might need backup."
In her weakened state, there wasn't much she could truthfully do. But at the very least, she could keep an eye out for trouble, maybe hand him some tools.
She hadn't felt this helpless since she was pregnant and at the palace, so many years ago. It was a strange feeling to be dependent once again.
"And it is only right, since it is my need that places us in such a situation."
Wesley smiled at her, and got out of the car with the bag of tools that he had gathered, then walked around to open the door for Laili. When she got out of the car, he handed her the pair of gloves for her to put on if need be. They would probably be too big for her, but he didn't want to leave any fingerprints.
After looking around to make sure that no one was nearby, he led Laili to the back door to the blood bank, then checked the door knob. It was locked, as he expected. He took out some of the tools that he brought, and started at work on the door knob, hoping that he could get it open before the night was over with.
Laili put on the gloves, and watched carefully for anyone coming.
"I didn't know you knew how to pick a lock," she said while he worked.
Her stomach rumbled somewhat loudly at the thought of all the blood inside, and she gave him a sheepish look.
He turned back to her and gave her a quick smile. "I lived in a dormitory growing up while I went to school. All of the students would occasionally play jokes on one another, so I picked up lock picking while breaking into different students' rooms. Not my finest moments, but we thought it was fun at the time." He had actually attended the Watcher's Academy, who's main job was to train future Watcher's from other Watcher's families. His father had been the one to send him there.
Just before he got too lost in his memories, the lock gave. He opened the door a few inches to peer inside and, when he saw that there was no one in the corridor, turned to Laili and said, "It's clear. I think we can go inside now."
"There isn't an alarm, is there?" Laili asked softly, as she peered in after him.
She couldn't see one - but she couldn't believe they'd just leave all this precious blood so unguarded.
Sunnydale was a very strange town.
"If there had been an alarm, it would probably be going off every night," Wesley said. He knew that some vampires who liked to keep extra blood either bribed or stole blood from the blood bank. He hadn't seen any alarms, either, though. "There might be a guard on duty, though, so keep your eyes open."
For Sunnydale being the type of town that it was, people seemed to pretend that it was a sleepy suburb. Few homes had burglar alarms, and few businesses had much in the way of safety precautions.
It didn't take them long to reach one of the rooms where the blood was kept. The room was mostly empty except for the vault that they blood was kept cold in. "This one will probably be harder to get into," he said.
Laili wrapped her arms around herself and waited. All that delicious blood, just out of reach.
She wondered how it would taste, being all old and from a less-than-fresh source. It had to be better than starvation, though.
She tried to be patient while Wesley worked.
It took longer to break into the vault than it did to get into the blood bank itself. However, after about ten minutes, he was finally able to open the door to the vault. He stepped out of the way to allow Laili in to find exactly what she needed, since he didn't necessarily want to grab the wrong...bag for her.
Laili rushed forward, tearing at the top of the first bag she came to, the blood overcoming her need for caution.
It smelled old, sour, stale. She recapped and discarded it quickly. The next was hardly better- she kept searching.
Four bags down, she found it. Blood that still smelled somewhat vibrant, young, and fresh.
"This is it..." she said, her voice husky. She wanted to devour it all. There was only one problem - the way she fed.
How to get the bag around to the back of her neck, to the secret hole that opened at the base of her neck - the mouth from which she fed.
She whimpered, defeated. "I can't... it's.. I don't know how to get it..."
He watched her go through the blood like...well like an animal, although he didn't want to think of her that way. When she reached a bag that was satisfactory to her, she was elated for all of a few seconds, then sounded defeated again.
He wasn't sure if he could handle what he was going to say next, but he certainly wasn't going to let her starve, so love quickly won over. "What do you need me to do?" he asked softly.
Laili handed over the bag, and started to move her hair aside. "Don't be afraid," she said softly. "I won't bite you..."
At the base of her neck was what looked like a nasty mess of round scar tissue.
"I need you to.. pour it in..."
The tissue suddenly split open, revealing a gaping mouth, full of razor sharp teeth. The hole seemed cavernous and black, going almost impossibly down.
Tears fell from Laili's face, so embarrassed and saddened was she to have to reveal this most secret and revolting part of herself to Wesley, whom she loved so very much.
"I'm sorry.." she whispered.
Wesley took the bag, and steeled himself for what he knew he would see next. The few books he had been able to find had included drawings of what it looked like for her kind to feed, and they had been vivid indeed.
Still, it wasn't quite as bad as he was expecting. It was still frightening to witness, but he realized that it was something he was willing to deal with.
He tore the bag open, trying his best to not spill any of it, and slowly poured it down the hole she revealed. He rested his other hand gently on her back. "It's ok," he whispered back to her.
Laili closed her eyes, and an involuntary moan slipped from her as she felt the lifegiving blood slip down into her. It was colder than she was used to, but she had been so very hungry that it scarcely mattered.
She was comforted by Wesley's hand on her back, and leaned into it until the bag was empty and her body was full. The mouth at the base of her neck closed up again, looking like scar tissue once more- though with a faintly bloody tinge.
"Thank you..." she whispered.
"You're welcome," he said, helping her stand back up fully. "We should leave here quickly. I don't know how much longer our good luck will hold out."
He quickly lead her out of the blood bank with little trouble, which he was eternally grateful for. Now he knew he had to figure something else out. They couldn't always break into a blood bank every time she needed to feed.
Laili got into the car quietly, not meeting Wes's eyes. She felt too ashamed to do so.
She folded her hands quietly on her lap, and looked down at her interlaced fingers as they drove.
She stole glances at Wesley's face when they stopped at lights, hoping to read something in his expression that would make her feel better about what had just occurred.
When he stopped at a light, he looked over at her to see her staring at him. To try and comfort her, he smiled a little and reached over and rested his hand on top of one of hers, giving it a squeeze.
"Do you want me to take you home, or do you want to come back with me?" he asked.
Laili held tight to his hand. "I... I'd like to go back with you, if you're sure you want me to.. after what you've seen."
She held her breath.
"I wouldn't have offered if I didn't," Wesley told her. The light turned green and he pushed the gas pedal down and finished the quick drive back to his place. He still held her hand as he lead her back to his home, but he was quiet.
Laili held his hand quietly all the way back to his apartment. She didn't think there was anything more that either of them could say, nothing that would mean more than the simple gesture of their hands interlaced together.
Wesley would stand by her, no matter what. She knew that now, and loved him all the more because of it.
Who: Laili ot Wesley
Where: Wesley's apartment
When: Tuesday night
Laili was hungry. Starving, in fact. It'd been days since she'd had a decent meal. Ever since she'd been with Wesley, she'd been trying to cut back on her natural eating habits. But now, it was starting to get to her. She was at the point where she was considering being less than careful, luring some unwary youngling from its bed and snacking on it right in the streets. The thought of it made her empty stomach growl with displeasure.
She should have really eaten earlier at the zoo, where children were plentiful and frequently unattended. But there'd been some long boring meetings that she couldn't get out of, budgeting discussions and exhibit plans and special events talk and the like. She'd had to discuss her outreach education program to get funding for the upcoming year, after all. There was no sense in being uncivilized about it- she just planned to eat after the meeting. But by then, the zoo was closing and a co-worker had caught up with her to discuss some things and next thing she knew... there were no children in sight anywhere.
The only thing she could think of that might possibly help was Wesley. He was so supportive of her, and he loved her even knowing her true nature. Surely he'd think of something.
Feeling tense and sick with the hunger, she leaned against the frame and knocking on his apartment door.
"Please be home," she whispered, praying that he was inside.
Wesley had been catching up on some reading. Actually, he had been spending every free moment of his time researching Laili's "condition," as he thought of it. He was trying to read as much as he could about what she is, but so far, material was scant at best. Also, half of the information that he did find was obviously wrong (she could go out in sunlight even if one book claimed that she couldn't). When he heard the knocking on the door, he walked over to look through the peep hole (never just say 'come in' in Sunnydale), and, when he saw Laili and how weak she was looking, he quickly opened the door and asked, "What's wrong?"
"Wesley, I'm sorry but.." Laili looked apologetic, and tired as she hugged him.
"I'm very, very hungry. I've been trying not to, as much as possible, but regular food just isn't doing it and.. oh, I've had all these dreadful thoughts of snatching children right out of their beds for a little snack and the zoo won't open for hours and I don't know what to do..."
She looked up at him mournfully. "Please help."
He shut the door behind her, then wrapped his arms around her. He listened to her pleas. He knew that she didn't like what she had to do to live.
"Can...can you just survive on blood, or do you need the whole...," He trailed off, not being able to finish the sentence. If she could get by on just blood, at least temporarily, he thought that he knew of a way, at least until they could figure something out together.
"Well, it is the blood that nourishes me. I don't eat the whole child, after all.. that would be.. I mean, I couldn't fit the bones and such in..."
The thought of eating was making her salivate. Laili swallowed hard. "It does seem that the younger and fresher the blood, the better. For example, a teenager isn't nearly as satisfying as a sweet... tender.. juicy.. succulent.. baby..."
Mmmm... baby.
She licked her lips.
Good, he thought. "If just blood would work, then maybe we could get some from the local blood bank. If the local vampires can get it from time to time, then maybe you and I can do it."
He also thought that maybe he could maybe find Laili some child's blood through some occult contacts that he had, but that would take time. Also, he would have to push it out of his mind exactly where the blood came from.
"I've never tried cold blood before," Laili said. "But I'm so hungry, I'm more than willing to."
She wrapped her arms around Wesley. "I'm sorry. I'm not usually so ill-prepared, but since being with you.. I've been trying to cut back on my child consumption. It just seems like the right thing to do..."
Laili shook her head. "Amir is terribly displeased with me. He usually finishes off.. erm, the remains. But lately he's had to hunt for himself."
He inwardly winced at the thought of Amir eating, but managed to keep it from his face. He was worried about exactly what Amir was hunting, but now wasn't the time to bring that up.
"I appreciate you trying to cut back, but we're going to have to figure something out so that you won't get so hungry again," Wesley said. He didn't want to think of what she would do out of desperation if she got too hungry. "We should work out something for Amir as well. I don't want him going hungry. I've got someone that I can talk to about a more permanent solution, but for now we need to get you some blood. We can warm it up after we get it, of course."
"Thank you, Wesley."
Relief washed over her features to see that he was not angry with her for bringing this problem to her. What a good man Wesley was. She was so lucky to have him in her life. She smiled, trying to keep the predatory edge from her expression.
"May we take your car to go get the blood?" Laili asked. "I fear I used most of my strength to get over here, and I have not the energy for walking too much further."
"We can take my car," Wesley said, giving Laili a quick kiss before pulling away. He quickly gathered some tools that he thought he would need to break into the blood bank. He also remembered to grab two sets of gloves, one for him and one for Laili.
"I have to admit, I've never done anything like this before," Wesley said while gathering things. When he was done, he asked, "Are you ready to go?"
"I am ready," Laili said.
"I'm sorry that you have to do these dishonest things for me," she said, feeling quite guilty.
She headed for his car, stumbling a bit over her own feet as she walked. She felt very sluggish and ungraceful, like the true weight of her age was pulling on her limbs.
He caught her when she stumbled, and helped her the rest of the way to the car. "Think nothing of it," he replied to her apology. "I'm more than willing to do this and anything that you need for you."
He started the car and quickly drove near the blood bank, stopping close to it but not directly at it in hopes of not arousing suspicion. "Do you need to stay in the car?" he asked.
"No... I can help you. If someone comes, you might need backup."
In her weakened state, there wasn't much she could truthfully do. But at the very least, she could keep an eye out for trouble, maybe hand him some tools.
She hadn't felt this helpless since she was pregnant and at the palace, so many years ago. It was a strange feeling to be dependent once again.
"And it is only right, since it is my need that places us in such a situation."
Wesley smiled at her, and got out of the car with the bag of tools that he had gathered, then walked around to open the door for Laili. When she got out of the car, he handed her the pair of gloves for her to put on if need be. They would probably be too big for her, but he didn't want to leave any fingerprints.
After looking around to make sure that no one was nearby, he led Laili to the back door to the blood bank, then checked the door knob. It was locked, as he expected. He took out some of the tools that he brought, and started at work on the door knob, hoping that he could get it open before the night was over with.
Laili put on the gloves, and watched carefully for anyone coming.
"I didn't know you knew how to pick a lock," she said while he worked.
Her stomach rumbled somewhat loudly at the thought of all the blood inside, and she gave him a sheepish look.
He turned back to her and gave her a quick smile. "I lived in a dormitory growing up while I went to school. All of the students would occasionally play jokes on one another, so I picked up lock picking while breaking into different students' rooms. Not my finest moments, but we thought it was fun at the time." He had actually attended the Watcher's Academy, who's main job was to train future Watcher's from other Watcher's families. His father had been the one to send him there.
Just before he got too lost in his memories, the lock gave. He opened the door a few inches to peer inside and, when he saw that there was no one in the corridor, turned to Laili and said, "It's clear. I think we can go inside now."
"There isn't an alarm, is there?" Laili asked softly, as she peered in after him.
She couldn't see one - but she couldn't believe they'd just leave all this precious blood so unguarded.
Sunnydale was a very strange town.
"If there had been an alarm, it would probably be going off every night," Wesley said. He knew that some vampires who liked to keep extra blood either bribed or stole blood from the blood bank. He hadn't seen any alarms, either, though. "There might be a guard on duty, though, so keep your eyes open."
For Sunnydale being the type of town that it was, people seemed to pretend that it was a sleepy suburb. Few homes had burglar alarms, and few businesses had much in the way of safety precautions.
It didn't take them long to reach one of the rooms where the blood was kept. The room was mostly empty except for the vault that they blood was kept cold in. "This one will probably be harder to get into," he said.
Laili wrapped her arms around herself and waited. All that delicious blood, just out of reach.
She wondered how it would taste, being all old and from a less-than-fresh source. It had to be better than starvation, though.
She tried to be patient while Wesley worked.
It took longer to break into the vault than it did to get into the blood bank itself. However, after about ten minutes, he was finally able to open the door to the vault. He stepped out of the way to allow Laili in to find exactly what she needed, since he didn't necessarily want to grab the wrong...bag for her.
Laili rushed forward, tearing at the top of the first bag she came to, the blood overcoming her need for caution.
It smelled old, sour, stale. She recapped and discarded it quickly. The next was hardly better- she kept searching.
Four bags down, she found it. Blood that still smelled somewhat vibrant, young, and fresh.
"This is it..." she said, her voice husky. She wanted to devour it all. There was only one problem - the way she fed.
How to get the bag around to the back of her neck, to the secret hole that opened at the base of her neck - the mouth from which she fed.
She whimpered, defeated. "I can't... it's.. I don't know how to get it..."
He watched her go through the blood like...well like an animal, although he didn't want to think of her that way. When she reached a bag that was satisfactory to her, she was elated for all of a few seconds, then sounded defeated again.
He wasn't sure if he could handle what he was going to say next, but he certainly wasn't going to let her starve, so love quickly won over. "What do you need me to do?" he asked softly.
Laili handed over the bag, and started to move her hair aside. "Don't be afraid," she said softly. "I won't bite you..."
At the base of her neck was what looked like a nasty mess of round scar tissue.
"I need you to.. pour it in..."
The tissue suddenly split open, revealing a gaping mouth, full of razor sharp teeth. The hole seemed cavernous and black, going almost impossibly down.
Tears fell from Laili's face, so embarrassed and saddened was she to have to reveal this most secret and revolting part of herself to Wesley, whom she loved so very much.
"I'm sorry.." she whispered.
Wesley took the bag, and steeled himself for what he knew he would see next. The few books he had been able to find had included drawings of what it looked like for her kind to feed, and they had been vivid indeed.
Still, it wasn't quite as bad as he was expecting. It was still frightening to witness, but he realized that it was something he was willing to deal with.
He tore the bag open, trying his best to not spill any of it, and slowly poured it down the hole she revealed. He rested his other hand gently on her back. "It's ok," he whispered back to her.
Laili closed her eyes, and an involuntary moan slipped from her as she felt the lifegiving blood slip down into her. It was colder than she was used to, but she had been so very hungry that it scarcely mattered.
She was comforted by Wesley's hand on her back, and leaned into it until the bag was empty and her body was full. The mouth at the base of her neck closed up again, looking like scar tissue once more- though with a faintly bloody tinge.
"Thank you..." she whispered.
"You're welcome," he said, helping her stand back up fully. "We should leave here quickly. I don't know how much longer our good luck will hold out."
He quickly lead her out of the blood bank with little trouble, which he was eternally grateful for. Now he knew he had to figure something else out. They couldn't always break into a blood bank every time she needed to feed.
Laili got into the car quietly, not meeting Wes's eyes. She felt too ashamed to do so.
She folded her hands quietly on her lap, and looked down at her interlaced fingers as they drove.
She stole glances at Wesley's face when they stopped at lights, hoping to read something in his expression that would make her feel better about what had just occurred.
When he stopped at a light, he looked over at her to see her staring at him. To try and comfort her, he smiled a little and reached over and rested his hand on top of one of hers, giving it a squeeze.
"Do you want me to take you home, or do you want to come back with me?" he asked.
Laili held tight to his hand. "I... I'd like to go back with you, if you're sure you want me to.. after what you've seen."
She held her breath.
"I wouldn't have offered if I didn't," Wesley told her. The light turned green and he pushed the gas pedal down and finished the quick drive back to his place. He still held her hand as he lead her back to his home, but he was quiet.
Laili held his hand quietly all the way back to his apartment. She didn't think there was anything more that either of them could say, nothing that would mean more than the simple gesture of their hands interlaced together.
Wesley would stand by her, no matter what. She knew that now, and loved him all the more because of it.