Doc:This RP takes place on Saturday 27th December 2014.
Doc had not done as well in the Raid as he had hoped. But it served its purpose, a chance for wanton gratuitous violence. Why? Because Phoenix decided to hold him up for ridicule in front of others. Oh sure she would probably deny it. Say it wasn’t what her intentions were, but he didn’t ******* believe it. She did it on purpose. So he found himself viciously slaughtering the cretins in the raid until his energy failed him. Now however, the raid was over.. unless he wanted to loot, which he didn’t wish to; so he headed to Corvidae Flats. He needed to see that black market dealer that was usually found in lobby. He rubbed his forehead with the back of hand as he pushed door open, and headed to far corner of the lobby.
Skylar:
I sigh as I hammer yet another damn piece of metal into shape. I’m beginning to loathe this hobby. I do it so damned much it feels like an occupation. ******* Ric didn’t even know I made jewellery. I blow a strand of hair out of my face; half out of frustration, half out of necessity. That’s it. I’m done. I pick my phone out of my pocket and smile before I type my reply. I hit send and freeze where I’m standing, wondering why I wouldn’t want to see him sooner. I run my hands through my hair, checking for bumps on my head as I go. Nope. I didn’t hit my head. I don’t think. “**** it. I’m not in the mood for this.” I pack my **** away and head for the portal.
“Hey Sky, Sky. Forgetting something?”
Urgh. Dillon. Forgot about him. I turn around and try not to let the pain I’m in show. I mean I’m good to be myself round Dillon and everything, he won’t think me weak. It’s more that I don’t want him to worry. Which I know he will.
After a few minutes of polite chatter. He eventually hands over my jacket, but even then I have to practically pry the things form his fingers. He knows where I’m going and want’s to try and stall me. In some ways I feel sorry for the guy but it wasn’t like I was trying to lead him on. With a smile and wave and head through the portal to the Quarantine Zone. It doesn’t take me long to reach the lobby of Corvidae. The portal lets out a few blocks over. Thankfully the monsters around me are few and far between, so giving them a wide bi
I push open the door, look around the place – checking for creatures – and head towards the elevator. I’m about to push the button when I notice the guy from the party. The guy Ellie didn’t seem to like. Doc. He had another name but for the life of me I couldn’t recall it.
“Yo! Doc!”
I call out across the lobby and wave my hand. My actions aren’t as enthusiastic or as fluid as they should be because I’m in pain. Thankfully my voice rings with excitement. Too much perhaps but it’s too late to change that now.
Doc:
Hearing his name and not recognizing the voice, he half turns to see the cute Blonde from the party waving at him. He smirked because he knew Elliott would have a ******* hissy fit if he knew his precious little one within twenty feet of Doc. He rubbed his chin as he gnawed on the inside of his lip. Yes. **** Elliott. She was cute. He pick up and shouldered the duffle bag that had been resting at feet while he waited in line. Leaving his spot in line, he strode over to the little Blonde. “Sklyer.. Right?” He pointedly looked her up and down, one reason, because she had mentioned being hurt earlier, and the second reason, because she was cute.
His eyes held a decided twinkle to them. He was going to be a ******* gentleman. He would go out of his way to be polite, just to show her that Elliott was paranoid. His eyes make it back to her face, “So how are you feeling?”
Skylar:
I wait as he inspects me. Thankfully my jeans were untouched – this time – but my t-shirt was on the DNR list. Oh well. More material for Ric to make new in one of his projects.
“Yep. Yep. That’s my name. And…urgh. Don’t ask. I feel like ****. But it could be worse. The jack is acting like an anaesthetic. For now. Gonna go up to Ric’s…”
I wave my hand above me to show I was going upstairs somewhere. I didn’t give an exact apartment, I know how Ric is. Mainly odd, very odd even, but adorably so in some ways.
“Get wasted. That or get stitched up. Maybe both. Depends if he’s home. If he ain’t there I’m gonna down what I got in here and get an early night.”
I pat at my bag as I speak. I have bottle or two in there to go in my cupboard. Or under the bed. I’m not sure I trust Ric to know where it is. He doesn’t understand my love of alcohol. But I’m no alchie, so the cupboard will do. If I start hiding booze around his place I’m pretty sure he’ll think I have a drinking problem. Well, more of one.
“Oh hey you wanna see the damage. It’s pretty impressive really.”
Doc:
Doc grinned at her. She seemed rather nonchalant about the whole thing. He remembered a few females having ******* meltdowns because they broke a nail. This girl got hit with, by the looks of her shirt, a spray of shrapnel and she eager to off her war wounds. “Sure.. I will take a look. I can patch you up some. I am a surgeon.” He decided to take a paternal role. “Normally I would tell you that getting wasted would not really help the situation, but I know you wouldn’t believe me. I will say, however, to go easy on it.
You will eventually build up a tolerance to it. And it will take more and more to get you that high you like. At some point, you may not be able to get that high again. Then you will start getting ill-tempered and nasty.. and no one will want to be around you.. you wouldn’t want that would you?” He broke his gaze with and dropped the duffel bag to the ground. He squatted beside it, unzipping it, then rummaged through it before finally withdrawing a leather case. He stood up and held the case. “Narcotic pain killers.. not scared of needles are you?”
Skylar:
I listen and try not to laugh as he scolds me for my drinking. God. You’d think that next to being a blood sucking vampire, that having a few drinks every once in a while was nothing. The men in her life needed a reality check. Stat. Not Ellie though. Ellie understood. He’s pretty cool like that.
I open my jacket to show the torn remnants of my t-shirt that only just preserves my modesty. I have shrapnel imbedded in my chest, bullets in my stomach. Or what’s left of it. The creatures really went to town on me. I was sporting a fair few burns too, which made moving painful but not impossible. I wasn’t going to let it slow me down.
“Oh hell no. I don’t need the hard stuff. But thanks for the offer.”
I wrap my jacket around myself again. I’m not shy when it comes to my body but my injuries weren’t anybody else’s business. Those that needed to know, knew. Those that didn’t, didn’t. Everything was right with the world. Kinda.
“And I could take the needle. No problems there. I’ve got ink. I’d just prefer to tough it out. And no need to worry on fixing me up either. Ric’s pretty good with a needle and thread. And no offence or nothing but if I have to choose who gets to put their hands all over me. He’s way more my type.”
I laugh. I’m not being rude. Just honest. Doc looked to be as old as Ellie. Older maybe. And Ellie was already out of my preferred age range. Just cos I look like a ditz with daddy issues, doesn’t mean I am.
Doc:
Doc nodded, “Fair enough.” He replaced the syringe case in his duffel bag. He rezipped it and shouldered it again as he stood up. “On the burns, keep them moist, even if you have nothing but Vaseline. If they dry out, then as they heal, they itch like a son of a *****. And when you forget and scratch.” He grimaced and whistled through his teeth. “You will be tempted to put bullet through your head.”
Silent for a moment, he canted his head to the side, “You and Ric a thing?” Doc knew Roderic, but he didn’t strike Doc as the type to have a perky bubbly girlfriend. He was trying to place ‘in time’ when Lucretia had said Ric wasn’t interested in her. Could Sklyer have been the reason? It wasn’t like Doc was a close and personal friend of Roderic, more like they spoke when they had to. To Doc that was defined as ‘knowing’. Very few people, other than family got past that point.
Skylar:
“Thanks for the advice. I’ll totally do that. The Vaseline thingy that is. Other than that I envision myself living like a mermaid and camping out in Ric’s bath tub. Not sure how he’ll feel about that.”
I pause for a moment, bend forward and start fiddling with my shoe. This soon leads to me hopping on one foot like a lunatic as I try and untwist one of my straps. The well timed action gives me a moment to think too. I mean I’ve already told Ellie and Pi that Ric’s my kinda, sorta, maybe boyfriend.
“I… erm… That’s kinda a loaded questions truth be told. The ‘are we a thing’ one that is. Ric and I don’t really agree on labels… So… I’m not labelling it a thing or anything else really. I mean ... I want to say yes. Like I feel like we are. But Ric’s… Well he’s Ric. I’m gonna let him figure it out in his own time. You know him well? Ric?”
Doc:
“Well? No. No I cannot say I know him ‘well’. I’m a guy. You know.. we don’t do that touchy feely **** you females do. You girls get together and can giggle for hours about what some guy wore and that he looked at you.” Yes, they could. He remembered being an unwilling participant of one such giggle-fest when he lets the girls crash with him at his apartment. He had spent the entire time hoping and praying it would be over soon, only to have to hopes dashed by high pitched screams of excitement as one of them brought up a new guy to gush over, which started the whole thing all over again.
At Skyler’s comment about labelling, Doc frowned slightly. “Is the same thing as Phoenix ‘married but not married’ thing? Because that still ******* confuses me. How the **** can you be married and not be married? Either you are or you aren’t you can’t be both?” He shook his head, “It’s no big deal.. If you don’t want to say.. you don’t want to say. You could just say ‘None of your ******* business’.. you know?”
Skylar:
“Aw Doc.”
I pat his shoulder as I smile up at him.
“I’m not being evasive. I just don’t have a good ******* answer to give you, that’s all. Ric is… Well he’s an odd duck. I mean if I were dating anyone else I’d def say yes. But yeah anyways. Hang on. Give me a sec…”
I start rummaging around in my bag to find something. My hand lands on the bottle but that’s not what I want. Next is my purse, then my keys, then finally my fingers feel the cellophane wrapper. I pull the lolly out, remove the wrapping and pop it in my mouth. It’s rude maybe, to talk with your mouth full but I’m not really thinking about that. I just needed the taste of something sweet.
“So yeah.”
I pull the lolly out and twirl the stick between my fingers as I look from it to him.
“I have no ******* clue what Ric thinks we are. I just know what I think we are. And yeah I’m aware I sound like some crazy ******* stalker. I’m not. Honestly. He’s just… Well… Like I said, he needs to figure things out in his own time.”
I should have told him it was none of his business. Explaining what Ric and I were/were not kind of hurt my brain. I knew what we were. I just had to wait for Ric to catch up.
Doc:
When she said ‘hang on’, he had presumed she was going to show him a photo or something of her and Ric; but she pulled out and stuck a lollypop in her mouth and started sucking on it, he couldn’t help but grin. “How old are you?” He wasn’t asking it to be rude, but had presumed she was in her twenties. But more and more her actions made her out to be so much younger than that. Elliott was robbing the cradle now to get his fix. He might not know Ric, but he knew a bit about Elliott, thanks to their head on run ins and the information that Cytherea told him about Elliott.
Seemed he would get urges to sire. Not on the merits of the person. No. Elliott sired because he had a compulsion to do so. It could have been a quadriplegic octogenarian and as long as they were willing, Elliott would sire them. Didn’t really speak well at all of Elliott’s spawns. And now here was Skyler.. body of a twenty something, personality of a fifteen something. And with that in mind, Doc figured her comment about Ric figuring it out, meant, ‘He has no clue’. Oh this was priceless.
Skylar:
This question seems to follow me around like the black plague. It was one of the first questions pretty much everyone asked me in this new life. Everyone but Ellie, but I’m not entirely sure about that. I could be lying to myself.
“I’m twenty-eight. And yeah I know I look like jail bait. Wanna see my ID?”
I put the lolly in my mouth and start rummaging through my bag again and pull out my purse. My ID. My eternal companion. If I didn’t find a good forger in the future I was going to be fucked. I’d have to rely on Ellie on a big old way. Not that I didn’t already pretty much treat his place like an open bar.
I grab a hold of the lolly stick again and grin at Doc as I fish for the ID in my purse.
“This is gonna get ******* old I can tell ya. I mean I always assumed I’d hit 30 ad start to look twenty-five or something. Fat chance of that now. Oh… That Nix thing.”
My brain seems to kick in a minute or two too late.
“I know right? I mean Ric asked me about how you can be married and not married or something but I didn’t get it either. I mean yeah. Ain’t no ******* way someone’s calling me wifey unless it’s ******* true I can tell ya. But ya see, labels. They aren’t always right are they? I mean like what one person thinks is right, is wrong to someone else.”
Doc:
“Baby it’s not your looks.. “ He eyes her ID, “..It’s your actions. You act like a ‘tween who just got tickets to the Bieber concert.” He lifted an eyebrow as he tried not to laugh in her face, “You know the type. All high pitched squeals and bouncing up and down, while trying to act older than they are?” Doc wasn’t a fool. He knew a person could get decent ID’s for the right price from the right person. He wasn’t sure Elliott would advocate that for his spawn.
But She didn’t strike Doc as the type to be over the top righteous in her pursuit of fun. Yes, she would have lied to Elliott, if she thought it would get her something. Just like she was waiting for Ric to figure out he was in a relationship whether Ric liked it or not. She probably called ‘little white lies’. The kind that didn’t hurt anyone. His lips twisted into a wry grin. “So what do you think of our fucked up family? I have a feeling you fit right in..”
Skylar:
I blink and look at him in confusion. Not my looks? What else could it be? Then he explains and while part of me is pissed at being mentioned in the same sentence as Bieber, I can’t help but laugh.I start laughing but soon stop, my hand going to my chest to steady myself and sooth my aching body. The pain is a great remedy to drunken mirth.
“Pfft. Bieber. Yeah right. It’s the looks. Mainly. I’m every sickos wet dream me. I’m legal but I look like jail bait.”
I shrug. The personality thing wasn’t right. Was it? Do I act like some over excited teenager. Probably. More so when I’ve had a drink. I can’t help that though. I love life. Social restraints were for other people.
“I think you just insulted me there…”
I pout for a moment and try to look pathetic before I start grinning and place the lolly back into my mouth for a moment.
“So you think I’m fucked up eh? I’m not. Not really. I mean yeah. I died. Woke up like this but meh, people have it worse I’m sure. I kinda like who I am truth be told. Ric said I reminded him of a Pomeranian once. I guess that fits with your ‘tween thing right?”
I shrug.
“I’m spirited. I like life. I like people. I love music. I love art. I’m me. I’m not fucked up. I’m just living my life the way I want to. You know what I mean… right? I’m starting to think some vampires take themselves way too seriously. Why not enjoy what we are? Who we are? I like me.”
Doc:
Doc smirked and shook his head, “Yea…” The word was drawn out, followed immediately by a blunt and short, “No. It’s your actions. Looks. You look twenty something. But you do not act twenty something; hell you don’t act nineteen. You act younger. And,..” He shrugged, “How do I know if it’s an insult, maybe you get off acting like a teen boy’s wet dream? I don’t know. Maybe that is the look you’re going for.” As she addressed the family question, he shook his head in amusement, “I never said ‘you’ were fucked up.. I said the family was fucked up.. because it is. You have Mr. Peace and Love.. who gets bent if I talk to his spawns. You have his squeeze who likes to **** humans in order to get Mr. Peace and Love’s attention. You have the ‘girls’ who like to tag-team to shred people. There is Madison who completely lacks a sense of humor. And then Me. The one not allowed in the family compound, because I think differently from them.”
Skylar:
I pop the lolly in my mouth and twizzle the stick as he talks. I make that kinda face that shows he’s probably right when he tells me it’s my actions. Ain’t nothing wrong with that though if you ask me. People could be way too serious. Ric for example. He tried to only ever do what was necessary. Everything had a purpose. Living like that would probably kill me. I needed fun. I needed silly. If I couldn’t be me I’d have serious issues.
I shake myself, like literally. I tip my head from side to side, swing my arms back and forward and clap my hands together and despite the pain, or perhaps with the aid of, I give Doc my best impression of sober, boring me.
“I can be serious when I want to be. I don’t have to have fun every second of every day. And to prove it I will inform you that you implied I was fucked up but saying that I fit in with the family.”
I can’t keep that face very long though. I soon begin to giggle, mainly cos I’m remembering what he said about me and I knew how I was about to respond.
“As for the teen boy’s dream thing, please, like you wouldn’t do me. I’m not big headed or anything. I don’t try to attract attention. I don’t even think I’m all that great looking. I just know I’m a lot of guy’s type.”
I shrug and wait to be told I'm wrong.
Doc:
Doc grinned openly exposing his permanent fangs. She had spunk, he had to give her that, and she was right. “Sure I would **** you.. I would probably regret it afterwards, but I would **** your brains out and enjoy it while I could.” He was unabashedly unremorseful for his words as well. “I would **** you just to piss Elliott off, the fact I would enjoy, is just icing on the cake baby.” He slowly sobered. “But.. **** me.. Now I have let the cat out of the bag.. You will probably never let me get close. Call me a perv, or dirty old man..” He smirked his typical closed mouth smirk, “Doesn’t bother me. That also pisses Elliott off.”
Skylar:
I feel the need to laugh again. People get me wrong at times but I don’t’ mean anything by what I say. I just have an issue with filtering my thoughts at times.
“Oh god. That’s too funny.”
I start laughing and have to reach out and grab Doc’s arm to stop myself from losing my balance and falling on my arse.
“Perve away. Just keep your hands to yourself.”
Yes. I’m aware I’m holding his arm as I say this, but I figure he’ll understand my meaning.
“Ain’t nothing wrong with a little harmless flirting. Ric flirts to. I don’t think he knows he’s doing it. It just comes natural to him at times. Much like being an arse comes naturally at him times.”
I compose myself. One single thought or previous conversation helping to focus my mind.
“Wait. Back up a min. Pi cheated on Ellie? Are you ******* serious? No wonder she’s so ******* paranoid about me wanting him. Which I don’t. Just for the record. He’s so not in my age bracket. And hey! Why’d you regret ******* me?”
Really not the point. The Ellie question was more important but it suddenly struck me, what he said. Why’d he regret sleeping with me? Was I ****? Even in his imagination. That was pretty harsh.
Doc:
“Cheated? I don’t if it qualifies as ‘cheated’.. Let’s just say I had her first..” Doc is grinning. “Yes..” He nodded in fond remembrance. He was almost over the fact she had killed him. He looked at Skyler, as it dawned on him, he was wasn’t angry at Pi anymore. Then Skyler’s question about regret happened. “Why? Isn’t it ******* obvious?” He had had to laugh at her, because she didn’t see it. And then the fact that she didn’t see it, made more sense than anything. “Baby, we have nothing in common. You are all ‘let’s have fun and eat lolly pops.. let’s live for the moment’ and I am more.. ‘Let’s plot, and build a better future.’ The fact I fucked you would come back to bite my *** so bad. It would be said that I put need for primal urges ahead of what really mattered.” His smirk was well entrenched on his face now, “Suffice to say, glad to know Elliott is too old for you, that means I am.. and I have dodged a ******* bullet. So thank you.”
