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[boldstarring]

[Today, if you happen to wander by the fabled Center of Camp, you may find a curious sight - namely, a vampire, ~serious~-looking with fangs and all, holding a teenage boy so his neck is exposed. The boy seems to be struggling somewhat, although it sure is taking that vampire a lot of time to actually bite him.]

- help! Help! He's- get him off of

Comments

[littlestsoldier]

A prank?

[halfcocked]

I dunno, it just looks kinda sad to me.

[littlestsoldier]

Definitely. If that's his idea of putting up a real fight then that's just pathetic.

[halfcocked]

He hasn't even tried kicking the guy in the dick yet!

[littlestsoldier]

Maybe he wants to die?

[halfcocked]

So he's playing someone suicidal?

[littlestsoldier]

Or he's just a crappy actor.

[halfcocked]

Probably that one.

[littlestsoldier]

I'm sure of it. You can tell when a human really thinks they're going to die.

[halfcocked]

. . . Shit, if I think about that too much, I kinda miss it.

[littlestsoldier]

Same. I haven't had a serious fight since....I can't even remember when.

[halfcocked]

. . . What the hell happened to our lives, huh . . . not that I don't like it! I mean I'm real happy but if I actually think about it it's pretty confusing!

[littlestsoldier]

Mm, I'm not depressed or anything. I'm just wishing I could get out and fight something. I've never been stuck in one place for so long except when I was like, a kid.

[halfcocked]

How long's it been now . . .

. . . Shit, is it, what is it, May!?

[littlestsoldier]

Yup.

[halfcocked]

So that's--that's three years . . . holy shit.