Stalking the dead (Invite)

[Ripper]

--The following transcript was a live chat roleplay--

Noelle Fontaine: Do you still want to be with me? If not...just say so, rather than ignoring me all of the time unless you need something. It's pretty much ******** and I'm sick of it.

Ripper:: not now.

Noelle Fontaine: Of course not. Enjoy your evening, Jack.

Ripper:: Always a pleasure Elle

Noelle Fontaine: Not now as in you don't wish to discuss now? Or not now you don't wish to be with me now? Was thinking the first, but now I'm not so sure.

Ripper:: no, you got it.
Noelle Fontaine: Alright then. Bye.

Ripper:: hmph. o.0

Noelle Fontaine: Hmph?

Ripper:: mmm

Noelle Fontaine: What?

Ripper:: I suppose the unspoken choice would be you'll either be here or complain.
on with you then!

Noelle Fontaine: Unspoken choice of what?
I'm not complaining about anything.

Ripper:: *unchambers his rifle*

Noelle Fontaine: Or fro fucks sake. I'm not here to play games.

Ripper:: then don't make me use this

Noelle Fontaine: Shooting isn't going to solve a damn thing.

Ripper:: ...were you gonna offer something anyways? you said only time when we talk is when I want something

Noelle Fontaine: Only time you speak to me.
Only time you come to me.

Ripper:: and here we are talking

Noelle Fontaine: I'm just letting you know, I'm done with this ********. You cannot use me.

Ripper:: okay good
that's actually helpful enough then in at least saving me breath
bye now

Noelle Fontaine: I love you Ripper. More than I could ever imagine was possible, but I cannot let you walk all over me day in and day out. I give and give and give and give in hopes that maybe you'll want to spend time with me or talk
....
bye?

Ripper:: ...unless you want to come over here and leave me 2 spirits

Noelle Fontaine: ...
**** you


ripper:

Noelle Fontaine: you really just don't give two fucks do you
Do you wish to get back what we once had?
You enjoyed my company at one point in time.
Where the **** are you so I can give you your two spirits and you'll actually talk

Ripper:: I'm with Chad and Hariasa in the Foyer

*moments later, after an exchange of spirits and violence*

Noelle Fontaine: Now talk.

Ripper:: I need blood now

Noelle Fontaine: I'll heal you after we talk.

Ripper:: I wasn't asking
what do you want to talk about?

Noelle Fontaine: .....what i've been saying!
Do you want to end this!?
That's what Im asking

Ripper:: this talk?
yes

Noelle Fontaine: oh **** you

Ripper:

Noelle Fontaine: If you don't start acting like you at least appreciate me...I'm gone.

ripper: alright then thanks-a-bloody-million


Noelle Fontaine: I don't want your thanks!

Ripper:: then **** off
just really do it
long and hard

Noelle Fontaine: ...
Is it really a ******* lot to ask for to spend time with you on the occasion where it's not just so you can get something?

Or to just have a normal conversation.

Ripper:: I agree completely!
especially on the 2nd

Noelle Fontaine: Meaning it is a lot to ask for?
Cuz those are the ONLY two things I ask you for. I don't give a **** about anything else

Ripper:: *facepalms*
you came to me
again
like you always do

so stop dressing me up the villain
I don't wear tight spandex

Noelle Fontaine: of course i came to you...otherwise we'd never speak

Ripper:: BECAUSE I HAVE YOU

Noelle Fontaine: >.> You'd wear tight spandex if you didn't have me?

Ripper:: I like to keep a firm tuck under the boys <.<

Noelle Fontaine: *grumbles and bites him hard* You frustrate me and make me angry yet at the same time make me laugh and smile. Why...no, how do you do that?


ripper: I'm just me

Noelle Fontaine: I know....and it's why I love you

Ripper:: so you're going to stay the nice Elley now and not the bitchy emo Elle?

Noelle Fontaine: I am always nice Elley. I'm just not going to be something for you to walk all over and take from any time you want.
You will give in return, or you'll receive nothing.

Ripper:: then stop giving me **** I don't ask for

Noelle Fontaine: >.> Didn't plan on giving you big stuff anymore. You don't deserve those things.
However, I mean the small things you ask for
Spirits, heals, etc

Ripper:: no one ever ask me for help
with anything
like ever
...since Rocklin

Noelle Fontaine: I ask you. Not for help, but for what I need.

Ripper:: it's quite sad really

Noelle Fontaine: and you refuse me...constantly

Ripper:: what j00 need is often mushy and undefined

Noelle Fontaine: No
I just need to spend time with you.
Or to talk to you

Ripper:: *calls *********


Noelle Fontaine: I asked you to kiss me once in the past...how many months?

pov_ripper: <.<
....inch
...............inch
..........................inch

Noelle Fontaine:I on the occasion ask you to sleep with me. I miss being able to do that. That's not mushy.
I've asked for dates. But that's only because I wish to spend time with you. Those can be fun or boring or w/e...not mushy

ripper: alright fine!
you can stick around for as long as you like
stay the duration even.


Noelle Fontaine: And you will be coming to talk to me quite a bit more? For more than just your needs/wants?

ripper: no, I'll just let you come to me like usual

Noelle Fontaine:
I hate you so hard sometimes.

[Ripper]

--The following transcript was a live chat roleplay--

‹Ripper› you wanna buy a 1st floor keycard?
‹Elliot dArtois› Sorry. You're about to get inundated by the kind of RP I'm lookin' for. XD ))
‹Elliot dArtois› As much as Elliot tried to stick the philosophy that his weapon was his guitar, and that he could get through this unlife without ever having to pick up a gun or a sword (******* swords, who’d have thought they’d regress into the dark ages?!) he very soon came to realise that such a thing would never be possible. Not only were the occupants of this city unnecessarily but undeniably hellbent on violence and destruction—and one needed to wield real weapons in order to either defend oneself or at least appear menacing—there was a whole other side to Elliot Lancaster d’Artois that he could not deny. Just like everyone else in this city was undeniably violent, so too was he. The only difference being that he hid his penchant for slaughter. He did not boast to all and sundry about how skilled he could be. Many people assumed him weak. He was often called a Hippie. Fine. So be it. It could only ever work in his favour.
‹Elliot dArtois› These were the kinds of raids Elliot preferred, though—not only were these ‘Cities of the Dead’ dreadfully curious and intriguing, but the creatures that populated them were in no shape or form human. They never were human. Gangsters and Hunters were human. Perhaps completely deserving of death, and they did taste death at Elliot’s hand when required, but human nonetheless. And thus able to incite Elliot’s guilt and shame. Here, however? Nothing resembling a human except the vampires he fought alongside. He could give in to his undeniable violence with freedom and disregard. He could finally try and have a little bit of fun.
‹Elliot dArtois› The rotting, stinking wolf lay dead at the tall man’s feet. Muck and grime coloured Elliot’s jeans, and the white, dotted, button-up shirt that he wore. The collar was open. The sleeves shoved messily up to the elbows. He blew the hair from his gleaming eyes as he dropped to his haunches to see what he could find – only to be approached by another, whispering, asking if he wanted to purchase a key. Elliot perked a brow, narrowed his eyes at the guy he vaguely recognised.
‹Elliot dArtois› “Already got one, mate. Sorry,” he said, that genuinely genuine smile a constant at the corner of his lips, even though the deep furrows of his brow were indicative of grander, less happy emotion.
‹Ripper› oh well then perhaps you're on then ta use it ^^
‹Ripper› *on the way
* Ripper tries again after he receives no reply
‹Ripper› ...that the case?
* Noelle smacks Ripper upside the head. Hard.
* Dulce Periculum strolls by key in hand.
‹Noelle› You critted me!
* Dulce Periculum pauses and finds the glow of her cell screen nearly blinding. Sends a text out.- Where the hell is the door?-
‹Noelle› Dulce, it's lovely to see you neighbor
* Dulce Periculum looks over to the blonde with a chilling focus then quickly her face softens. "Noelle it has been a while."
‹Elliot dArtois› Elliot opened his mouth to respond to Ripper--whose name he remembered, now, after the first vague recognition. Only to be joined by a couple of other women - one who proceeded to slap Ripper, the other who looked a bit disgruntled, staring at her phone. Elliot stood. He didn't know any of these people. He could stop to get to know them, he supposed. But he had a key. And he intended to use it. He knew where the door was - had passed it, in his previous stroll around the floor. He doubted any of them would notice if left them all talking, and slipped away. Which is exactly what he did, sliding past them and toward the hall that led to the next room.
* Dulce Periculum gets the text she needed and made her way oddly the other direction from where the man had made his own way. "Do stop by soon, Noelle." She smirked. "Ripper."
* Noelle gave her a wink and was on her way
* Ripper sidles off after Dulce