[Visual] EVERYONE I HAVE AN ANNOUNCEMENT TO MAKE [also location: birdhouse]

[smecker]

For a moment the screen is at a crazy angle, and fingers smeared with blood scrabble over the glass, leaving red messy trails on the broadcast

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[ironfright]

[ Puck watches the display with a rather impassive look, taking in anything that can be seen through the tablet's skewed angle, and only after the man goes silent that he remarks, ]

There's a good Queen lyric for this.

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[smecker]

"What, Don't try suicide?" Paul snaps, forcing himself to focus on the screen despite the fact that he mostly wants to sleep for a week and hope this was a bad dream.

He doesn't know the goth kid on the other side of the screen, but the flippant way the punk's treating this grates on him.

"Who the fuck are you, another member of the teen bloodsucking for fun and profit squad?"

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[ironfright]

"There are plenty of ways you can hurt a man // And bring him to the ground," Puck quotes dryly. "How appropriate that it's from 'Another One Bites The Dust'."

His smile widens as he provokes a strong reaction from Paul, like it was what he was aiming to do. "Not me. I'm merely a spectator this time around."

Despite the easy casualness, he's definitely filing away the information that vampires are present within the city. Again, the phrase beings of note comes echoing back to him.

"So the Dawn chick was your girlfriend or something? Bad breakup, man."

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[smecker]

While Paul's still learning the ways of myth, legend, and things that go bump in the night, he's known more than enough juvies to recognize the smirk of someone who's seeking to press buttons and is happy they succeeded.

He responds to the 'question' with a bared-teeth-grin of his own.

"Not fucking likely, I go in for dick. Much like Freddie Mercury. Go play your Ashton Kutcher Punk'd bitching on someone else, kid-- I'm so not having the day for it."

Paul reaches to turn off the transmission.

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[ironfright]

Puck laughs again. "No, you're really not. Don't forget the lo mai: it'll take the poison out."

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[smecker]

"Yeah, what-the-fuck-ever. I'll pass on taking advice from kids whose idea of first aid is to suggest song lyrics. Bye-bye now."

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[ironfright]

Puck lets him end the conversation without saying anything more, but the rejection of the folkloric remedy for vampiric effects -- that was older than even he was, in fact -- did nothing to better his already rock-bottom opinions of humans in general.