005 - Some privates

[yeehawkiller]

[Private to Franklin]

Fuck, I was gonna show you somethin' wasn't I? Hope I didn't keep ya waitin'.

[Private to Damon]

Looks like we are on the same lunch shift, eh? What are the fuckin' odds?

[Private to Victor]

You out of the infirmary yet? [Yes, I know it's only been like a day. Severen is impatient. B|]

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Private(?)

[vfranklinmott]

When you have nothing but time, you learn to be patient. [And Franklin's the PERFECT EXAMPLE of patience]

Whenever is good for you. Want to try some of that dreadful Tru Blood?

Private

[yeehawkiller]

Fuck patience, I can keep still when I'm right dead. Y'all find me up on top deck.

[LET'S PRETEND IT'S BARGE "DAY"]

Private

[vfranklinmott]

Alright. Be there in just a second.

[FINE, BUT FRANKLIN WILL HAVE THE BLEEEEDZ :c Spam or you posting a log?]

SPAM IS EASIER

[yeehawkiller]

Fuck yeah.

[He pocketed his communication device and started to pedal around the top deck in circles on his bicycle.]

SPAM

[vfranklinmott]

[Just before resting, Franklin browsed the network for updates. He wasn't expecting to find Severen's invitation this late. He knew he shouldn't go. He could feel his body slowing down already. He felt... well, more like a human, with the way the Barge already restricted his powers. The bleeds hadn't begun yet, but they would.

Still, how could he say no? Severen seemed like someone who might be a good ally to have. He arrived at the deck a little after five minutes since he spoke to Severen, holding a bottle of the synthetic blood. He hesitated to walk out, but then went ahead.]

Bloody hell... [There he was, stunned almost speechless by the sight.]

SPAM

[yeehawkiller]

[SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE to the left. SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE to the right. Severen swerved around the piles of leaves that some piece of shit must have swept up. He would have set them on fire but he had mysteriously lost his lighter again. Probably in that cabin on the 5th floor he had slept in yesterday. Speaking of blazing things alight there was a severe lack of it on deck, particularly of himself. Not alight, ablaze or combusting despite the sunnyness on board.

It was awesome.]

Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeey, if it ain't vampire James Bond.

[He lept off the bike and it fell to the deck in a clatter, the vampire twirling a little over to his curious new friend]

It's a little chilly ain't it? Nothin' that you ain't used to I imagine.

SPAM - SCREEE! lol

[vfranklinmott]

[James Bond? That was a new one. Franklin supposed it could make sense. The whole 'sneaking around' and such. He crossed his arms and watched the other drive around deck like a rejected Hell's Angel. He wondered what warden he had to allow him those sort of privileges.]

I don't really feel the cold. [His voice was just a tad slurred, but not drunk-slurred. More like a sleepy-slurred. He held out the bottle of Tru Blood.] Here. I'd say enjoy but... well, you know. [Supposedly, they claimed it tasted exactly like real blood, but maybe in a metallic, medicine-y way.]

SPAM: BMX BANDITS UP HURRRRR

[yeehawkiller]

[NO JAMES BOND CAUSE YOU'RE BRITISH FRANKLIN]

[Severen punched the air emphatically, pointing at the woozy looking Franklin.] Cause you're from England right? Cold as penguin's tit there ain't it?

[He took the bottle with a certain swagger. Lots of nice things came in bottles. Whiskey. Beer. Molotov coktails. Even the blood on the barge came in bottles. I'd say he had grown an extra to fondness to bottles while being on this ship. Giving the bottle lip a tentative sniff he raised the container in a small toast before taking a hefty gulp.

AND

It wasn't very good. The vampire's face contorted into a scowl as he retched the contents of his esophagus (it didn't get as far as his stomach) and throat up onto the deck making pretty blood coloured patterns of vomit. It actually had a certain aesthetic next to the orange and brown of the fall leaves. ]

What the fuck is that shit?!. Bleargh. Fucker!

SPAM: I WANT TO WATCH YOUR FANDOM NOW GOSH

[vfranklinmott]

[Franklin blinked. Right, he was talking about being from England. Why did he not get that right away? He could either blame his lack of sleep, or the fact that Severen was downright weird. Maybe both.

Well. Seems he wasn't the only one who hated that shit. He leaned back against the deck's railing and crossed his arms.]

Put that on a canvas and call it art. [He chuckled a bit. It was impossible not to.] Sorry, but I did warn you. It's what they developed in my world. What made us come out of the coffin. [A scoff.] They call it "mainstreaming". [Finger quotes, yup.] Vampires who drink only that. Personally I can't stomach it.

[Paaaaaaause. Yes, it JUST NOW occurred to him.] How come you're so... energetic?

SPAM: YOU SHOULD ITS EPIC

[yeehawkiller]

Coffin? Mainstreamin'? Sounds pansy ass dracula shit to me. Phhbbtt! [He spit as much of that shit as he could. Little did Franklin know that it wasn't that he didn't like the taste of the tru blood Severen didn't handle, but a clear physical rejection of the synthetic stuff. If it had any real blood in it then he was game, otherwise it was on the floor with certain intoxicants as the exception. ]

Erg, yeah you warned me. An' I tell you what, I ain't feelin' as energetic anymore. Fuckin' barge got my schedule all fucked up. Warden's got me on the lunch shift. [Like he ever turns up on time anyway.]

SPAM

[vfranklinmott]

Yeah, sounds about right. What's the point of being a vampire if you're just going to drink from a bottle? [Franklin and 'mainstreaming' would never happen. No matter how good it tasted, it was still fake.] There is one good thing about it, though. It lets the humans feel... safe. [He grinned, a rather devious expression.] When the rabbit feels safe around the snake, it lets its guard down. That's when the fun can really begin.

Lunch shift. Don't make any sense to me. Don't your warden know you need your beauty sleep? [Was that blood dripping from his nose? Why yes it was. He wiped it away with an old-fashioned handkerchief.]

SPAM

[yeehawkiller]

[He gave Franklin an amicable shove] That's exactly what I said. Then she convinced me somehow. [She called him pretty.] I can't exactly remember how. Whatever

[He shrugs, tossing the tru blood bottle between his hands. When Franklin went to wipe his nose however, Severen started to pay attention. His teeth shone, the vampire siding up close and taking a quick swipe of the blood with his thumb. He sucked on the digit and laughed, cause man that tasted real good]

Fuck your mainstreamin'.

[And he lobbed the Tru Blood bottle off the deck]

SPAM - too bad vampires can't have naughty dreams of each other. cuz lol that'd be epic

[vfranklinmott]

[He should've expected that, but he hadn't. It unnerved him a little that he let the other vampire get so close. And then he was licked. Not directly, there was a finger between Severen's tongue and his blood, but still. Close enough.]

That's rather rude, you know. [His own fangs extend.] Taking without offering. Tsk-tsk. [He's joking. Mostly.]

SPAM WHO WROTE THAT RULE?

[yeehawkiller]

Oh wow! Real fangs?! [Severen grinned in awe, with very straight, unfanged teeth (mind the minor gaptooth)] Awesome. You are a real dracula like in the movies. [He slapped a hand to his chest] I bet you even got here via a stake to the heart an' all.

SPAM - WELL TB VAMPS CAN'T. BUT OTHER VAMPS... *hiiiint*

[vfranklinmott]

[Franklin blinked.] Wooden bullet, actually. Wait, you don't have fangs? [Some things made sense in the world. A vampire without fangs was not one of those things.] What the bloody hell kind of vampire are you?

[Was that his ear starting to bleed? Why, yes, indeed it was. He started to wipe it away then paused.] I suppose you want a lick of that too, eh? [Well, hell, why not? Best case scenario: the blood affected Severen like it would a human, and the two would be linked. Worst case scenario: Severen just became addicted, with none of the fun benefits for Franklin.]

SPAM: ONE SEXY DREAM COMING UP. SEVEREN WILL NOT BE HAPPY >:|

[yeehawkiller]

A prettier one than you, son. [Watch him try and lift up Franklin's top lips now to look at his teeth like a mechanic looking into an engine. And then Franklin's ears started to bleed. Severen drew the line at ear blood.

Maybe. His eyes remained electric and wide, almost as if FRANKLINS'S BLOOD HAD SOME SORT OF EFFECT ON HIM HMMM.]

You comin' apart at the seams there?