<Meka>
“Ouch, just ******* motherfucking damn jesus christ on a stick ouch!”
Meka was limping. Or maybe more of a quasimodo electric slide, keeping to the shadows of the alley she’d hoped would shield her from the sun. It hadn’t. Nothing had. She’d run like the horses of the armageddon had charged up the middle of the street determined to run her *** down and drag her into the hell she figured was her lot for being one of the undead.
That hadn’t helped either.
She was either too young to try out running the eastern rising sun or she’d just attempted to do the impossible. Neither of which worked very well at all. As far as ‘don’t get your butt burned’ plans go, hers had so many holes it might as well have been a drift net. Actually, if she was honest, she hadn’t actually had a plan. She was in the middle of the raid and she’d just walked out thinking ‘hrmmm I’m hungry I’ll catch a snack’ and in her distraction hadn’t seen the lightening of the eastern sky or the hint of dawn that tinged the horizon. She’d been too caught up in everything else. Her thoughts, cleaning off her sword, holstering her gun and dragging some poor ******** on his way home from a night out, into an alley for a quick smile, flash of teeth and the grunt of pain as she struck.
It hadn’t taken any time at all. Biting usually didn’t. She wasn’t one to linger over dinner, not like this, not with the thought of being attached to this man like a leech. But it had been enough time for the lightening of the sky to shoot pink with the colour of the rising sun. It left her vulnerable in an alley, her dinner released to wander groggily out into the breaking day and her... to cower in the shadows.
“Dammit” she muttered as she continued to stumble.
Meka hated being stupid. She hated realising she had been stupid and when she pulled the tome out she sighed and realised too late she should have used it first, to get her the hell of dodge before the sun had come out to play, then promptly proceeded to kick her ***. She used it now, but it didn’t help the fact she’d toasted herself pretty badly.
Black people weren’t supposed to burn. They were born with triple (quadruple - or **** loads) of melanin to help reflect that crap. Burning was for white people with lily white skin bordering on see through, not their kind, and certainly not like this. Although, no one burnt like this. You only burnt like this if some vindictive ***** got themselves a cup of acid and threw it at your face. This cup of acid had been thrown over her back, arms, chest and hands. Her face had only been saved cause she’d had the sense to toss her cardigan over her head. The rest, the rest, was as crisp as a piece of overcooked fried chicken.
And damn it hurt. Hurt really really bad.
From the cool interior of the basement Meka called Doc, letting the phone ring.
<Doc>
It had been a mostly uneventful day. Doc and the BnC had had another fight. What else was new? It was commonplace activity, and he liked fighting, so it was just natural that he fight with her. And better yet, this time he had won; so he was in a fair decent mood. The BnC was at home nursing her wounds, and thus he was free to to do as he wished.
Doc had checked in at the newspaper and turned in his article to Luffy, just in time for the deadline. He had completed it days ago, but deadline was Friday, so he liked to make Luffy sweat it. He never turned it in before time. Because when you start doing something ahead of schedule, the boss learns and starts shortening your deadline zones. He didn’t wish to have his deadline zone any shorter than it was now.
He had then headed to the lab to check on Minx and the few experiments he had growing. So far all of his experiments had failed. But it was much like what Edison said about the creation of the telephone, he had not failed. He had just found 10000 ways that won't work. It was then that his phone rang. He expected it to be Luffy or Cyth, and answered briefly, “Yes?”
<Meka>
They didn’t exactly get on like a house on fire. In fact, Meka wasn’t entirely sure if Doc would save her *** if the house WAS on fire, but she figured, well, she figured she didn’t have much choice in the matter. It wasn’t like a person could rock up to the local A&E and be like ‘oh hey thar, I’mma vampire and I got 3rd degree burns from the SUN!’ So this was her alternative, contacting a man she hoped hadn’t got his degree off the back of a cracker jack box.
“What’s up Doc.” She gurgled into the phone. Despite the circumstances she couldn’t resist the dig and didn’t. Walking up the ground floor she kept speaking, hitting the elevator door pad and hopping into the elevator as she spoke.
It wasn’t a long ride, but this whole burnt to a crisp thing hurt like a mofo. They say you it only takes one time to learn a lesson and Meka had well and turly learned this one. The sun = OUCH.
“"Are you a real Doctor or just some random who decided to call himself Doc cause he liked Bugs Bunny?"
<Doc>
Did people not realize how old that line had to be? And how many times he had heard it? He sighed audibly, and was about to just hang up on her, when she continued and asked her question. The way it was phrased made him think she needed to legitimately know, otherwise she would just insult him. He might regret this, but he answered truthfully.
“Surgeon actually.. any particular reason you ask?” His response was carefully passive and non-antagonistic.
<Meka>
“Yeah, I got me the mother of all sunburns I need someone to come look at it. I feel like I been dipped in hot oil and left to saute … “
She spoke, leaving the elevator and limping to her apartment.
<Doc>
“Didn’t your momma teach you when to come in from outside?”
<Meka>
“I got distracted.”
She wondered if she really needed to stress that was Doc, but she hurt like hell and figured, someone should look at it.
<Doc>
“Just in case.. I should tell you.. the men in uniform.. with badges and guns.. those are cops.. don’t shoot them. Just so you are fully informed.”
<Meka>
“Shut up.. you pain in the ***.
<Doc>
Doc laughs. “ Alright, let me grab my medical bag and I come take a look, yes?”
<Meka>
“Yeah... “
Pushing the door to her apartment open, she threw her bag beside the door leaving it open since she was sorta hoping Doc would get his *** there and prescribe her some good drugs. .
“If you could, I think I just need you to look at the burns cause i feel like a piece of fried fat back.
….” She paused with the phone glued to her ear but her attention riveted on the thing in the middle of her living room.
“What the **** is that is that thing in my house... there is a huge *** ugly mother ******* monster in my... ARGGGHHH...Shoo!” she said angrily. “Get out of my HUT!”
She forgot about the phone then, it dropped on the floor as the thing came towards her and stood on her. Yeah, STOOD on her. It shocked the living **** outta Meka cause there was nothing in this life or the previous one to prepare her for the moment where a supernatural being walked over to her and just stomped on her like she was a cockroach it wanted to eradicate from the world. She felt bones crack and all of them hers. She might have felt a better if at least one of the bones breaking had been in the foot that pressed down on her and held her to the carpet of her hut, but it hadn’t been.
She gurgled again, gurgled then screamed and what fight she had left (and she had a surprising amount of it considering she’d started this day being cooked like streaky bacon) saw her kick out from under the thing and attempt to bring her gun up to shoot it.
So, here’s the thing about shooting at a bad *** supernatural being. They could dodge bullets. They could, damn their hides, even dodge close range bullets. None of them hit and Meka emptied a damn clip into it. Or tried to. And when her gun clicked empty she screamed at it like the mouthy, take no prisoners sort of woman she was. She might be about to get her *** handed to her but that didn’t mean she was gonna take it like some faint away heroine. She’d go kicking and screaming and since most of the bones in her legs were broken, that meant screaming.
She suspected it was the screaming that was the reason why the thing grabbed her neck and broke it. Now she just gurlged for real. And when it stood on her again, this time using her spine as a foot stool, she just felt herself break in two. The snap was audible, and terrible and she was sorta impressed with how much damage she’d managed to sustain. Cause it was substantial. And all of it hurt. It hurt like you would think it would hurt. So much it took on a surreal reality. There were no good words to describe the moment your neck was broken, or your spine snapped away from T1 and 2 like they’d never been connected, severing spinal cord and leaving you flopped out on the floor like a landed trout.
You know, she thought, she should be just dead right now. In a perfect world, she’d have passed out, instead she tried to crawl away and when that didn’t work, she finally, finally felt herself check out. And the only clear thought that ran through her head right before she did was ‘About damn time’
And then Meka passed the hell out.
<Doc>
Doc hears the expletives, the sound of what might have been a body being slammed about, a crunching noise, the phone go dead, and then nothing but a dial tone. He winced slightly. It was a rueful wince, as he raised his left eyebrow and nodded knowingly, "I think she jsut found her hut warming present.” He paused, “My bad."
He collected his medical bag, and opened it, making sure there all the items he might need. He packed some extra sutures, gauze, and closed the bag. Then he thought about what he had heard again, collected several ace bandages, just in case of broken ribs. He headed for Blackula's hut.
Doc made it to her hut about twenty minutes later. He hadn’t been in his hut, he had been in Wickbridge. So he used the tome to home to the portal room, then popped through the Honeymead portal, and headed straight to Eyrie.
Reaching her hut, he merely had to push the door open to view the damage done. This time he winced at the destruction of her television. Now what were they going to play video games on? ****.
Since he was behind the Fadebeast being in her hut in the first place, he was quite careful, not to get in its way. He knew they would leave you alone if you left them alone, but he also knew they were territorial, and would protect their territory violently. That’s why he thought it would be the perfect gift. Hell.. he would love to have to one. Isn’t the that first rule of gift giving? Give something that you would want to get?
Doc skirted past the beast carefully and slowly. Eying the remains of what used to be Blackula, he gathered she bullied her way into it’s personal space, like she had the habit of doing with her snide little comments. He eyed the beast, and then Blackula, it was clear she was going to have to be moved. But he couldnt do it properly. Well it didn’t really matter, she was out cold, she would never know. He grabbed her by the feet, and dragged her out the Fadebeast’s range.
Once he was suitably happy that he had room to work, he opened his medical bag and smirked, he pulled out a tiny vial of spirit of hartshorn and waved it under her nose. It worked on humans, it should work on vampires since they have a much more sensitive nose.
<Meka>
Being a vampire sucked. You didn’t even get to pass out for long. Surely, if you got your neck broken and your back broken you’d be given the courtesy of staying zonked out for a decent amount of time.
She hadn’t.
In fact she was pretty sure she hadn’t been given much time at all. Maybe it was the being dragged across carpet that did it, her face getting rug burn as he slid unceremoniously across the abrasive material. Or maybe it was the vile smelling **** being waved under her nose that had infected her brain.
It seemed an insult to injury that she couldn’t just stay passed out like any decent person. Someone could cart her off to the vampire hospital where she could get human room service and a nice nurse smiling benignly down at her and giving her a sympathetic pat for her injuries.
Instead she came awake to the smirking face of the stupidly handsome doctor with the personality of a serial killer.
She didn’t have much to say though, and who the hell could quote Keats at a time like this anyway. Instead she woke with a groan and one word.
“Ouch.”
<Doc>
“Ah.. there we go.. I had to bring you around.. else you might think I would take advantage of your.. burnt, broken, hideously bloody condition.. because you are so alluring right now..”
<Meka>
“Oh shut up.” she said again, trying to roll over and failing. “Me assuming you’d take advantage would require you not being a eunuch.”
“How bad is it?”
<Doc>
He grins, “Stop moving dammit.. “ he almost wanted to laugh, “You look like ****.. “ He did laugh.
<Meka>
“I feel like ****. Is it fixable ****?” Meka wanted to slap him, but that would have required working arms. She currently didn’t have that option available to her.
<Doc>
“Yes.. you’re completely fixable.. well.. mostly fixable.. I won’t be able to do a thing about that mouth that spews verbal garbage everywhere.. but.. first things first. Where do you feel the most pain?” He manner became dispassionately professional in seconds.
<Meka>
“**** you. Like you’re any better. Using big words don’t make your point any more intelligent. Just... **** it hurts. I can’t lift my arms... or feel my legs. Ummm probably my back, there is something really wrong with my back....I ain’t gonna be the first wheelchair bound vampire am I? Cause that **** is just wrong. ”
<Doc>
Doc nodded. Not because she was going to be wheelchair bound, but because she had given him information he had not had before. “I may need to go get you back brace, but if you stay still..” he gave her the look that Doctors tend to give antsy patients, “You won't do any further damage.”
He started checking her arms and legs, until she started yammering at him again.
<Meka>
“So, I’m just gonna lay here... on the damn floor?” Meka glared at him like he’d lost his damn mind.
“Get me to bed and I’ll play corpse there.” And it wouldn’t be that big a stretch cause it certainly didn’t seem like she was going do to much ballroom dancing right now anyway.
<Doc>
“Yes you are going to stay on the floor until your bones are set. Your bed is too soft to set them properly.. Unless you WANT to be a hunchback that makes children cry themselves to sleep at the sight of you... is that what you want?”
<Meka>
Meka sighed and gave in. Like she had much of a choice anyway, and to be fair, it’s not like she was the one with a medical degree or nothing. Her sonogram diploma wasn’t quite the same thing and her History BA wasn’t going to cut it either.
So she conceded, with very little grace and nodded at him, well, sorta nodded her eyes cause her head wasn’t moving either cause her neck had her head cocked at an unbelievably awkward angle.
“Fine... I’ll stay.”
<Doc>
First he gently put her in a neck brace. He had an excellent physical bedside manner. He knew how to treat without causing more pain. He had a couple of splints, so he was able to bind one arm. But he would have to go collect more supplies. He glanced at the beast, damn he had to get one of those things!
He rummaged in his bag and pulled a vial. “This is a tranquilizer, it doesn’t work on us. But it does have the nice side effect of making us somewhat numb... would you like me to use it? It is not a necessity, therefore it is your call.”
<Meka>
“I’ll take two.. three. Shoot that **** directly into my veins. I’ll take numb. Lots and lots of numb.”
she replied letting humour mask the overwhelming sense of helplessness and agony that came along with having a broken neck maneuvered into a brace and a broken back touched at all.
The only saving grace was the fact her legs had been disconnected completely from her brain so Doc could do whatever he liked with those limbs and she currently didn’t feel a damn thing.
But he was being quietly efficient so for the moment she could forget how much of a raging asshole he could be and let him do his thing. When he shifted her she let it happen (as if she had a choice) and only wince or grimaced as pain lanced through her.
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<Doc>
Nodding, he took a syringe and filled it will 20cc of the tranquilizer. He depressed the plunger until the air was completely dispelled. “After this.. I will go collect some more supplies.. and be back. And if I need to give you another shot, I will when I return.” He found the vein in her neck and injected it there. The appendages would be residual pain compared to the torso with the broken back.
<Meka>
She nodded, already feeling better as the drug took. And she felt her eyelids close and let her body float along on the drug induced lassitude.
“Thanks.” She sighed, appreciating, for the moment at least, the cessation of the throbbing agony of her injuries
<Doc>
He didn’t say anything as he left, she was resting somewhat, best she just enjoy it. To save time, he tomed back to the portal room, and portaled to his home to get supplies. He was back at Blackula’s hut in less than 20 minutes. He ******* loved those portals.
Doc splinted her other arm, and then both legs. Before he put her in the back brace, he had to cut off her top, he applied burn ointment to her burns. He gave her another 10cc injection, because he could see her wince when he applied the ointment. Putting her in the back brace would hurt, and once she was in the brace, he would still have to move her.
The Fadebeast was still only mere feet away, but it realized they were no threat and wasn’t even thinking about attacking them. That conversation, that he would have to have with Blackula about it. he already dreaded.
Doc prepared her bed, by pulling the covers down, and laying a bed pad on the it. It would help keep the ointment from staining her sheets. Returning to her side, he picked her up and carried her to the prepared bed. Taking his time, he laid her slowly and carefully down. Human strength would not allow this, but his vamperic strength did, so he was able to minimize the pain that would normally happen from the move.
Once she was in bed, he cut the remain remnants of ruined clothing off of her. He chucked them into a pile. He re-applied the ointment, taking special care with her face. The face was very expressive naturally, and every twinge of pain would be expressed by the face. Therefore it was important it was carefully covered, as it would move more than other muscles. He had seen others repair from sunburns with no scars, but being a doctor and making sure all bases were covered, was important to him whether or not it was needed.
When he was in caregiving mode, the needs and comfort of the patient was first and foremost in his mind. It was part of the challenge, to mend with the least amount of discomfort possible. So, even though, he had bound her broken bones and eased what pain he could, he had to stay at her side, just in case.
<Meka>
If Meka were a more self conscious person she might have protested the whole cut her shirt off business but a) she was in no fit state to care b) it felt good not to have anything rubbing against her raw skin and c) she figured the man was a doctor, and tits were tits were tits and she had absolutely no illusion that hers held no mystery for a man who’d had people laid out on a surgical table and cut into their chest cavities to play ‘fiddle with your body bits’. Instead she offered barely a murmur.
He could give her a full internal exam at this point and she’d ask him if she wanted her to hold the speculum.
She was just happy for the la la drugs but there were no drugs on Gods green earth that could possibly prepare a person to be hauled up and moved. She thought she was handling it all quite well. She winced at the burns, because she had to admit, once the throb of the rest passed, it was the burning that kept up the constant thrum of radiating agony. Every single nerve ending across her epidermis screamed into her brain the blaring sound of warning clangs and panic’d WTF’s. She hadn’t been burned enough to kill them off (and she knew enough about burns that feeling nothing was very very bad) and the skin had a **** load of nerves in it. Ridiculous amounts and all of them, were sending signals to her brain, very very, unhappy signals and they tripled when he picked her up.
Meka wasn’t a wall flower and she hadn’t been raised to simper and she didn’t now. She had a stiff upper lip and when the going got tough Meka was all about sucking it up, but this was beyond anything anyone should have to deal with .
“Oh **** ****.” she muttered, willing herself to zonk out, hoping to god she zonked so she could check out of this part of her recovery. She didn’t, pass out that is. Because fate obviously hated her that way. The ********. Apparently she needed to experience all this goodness in excruciating detail.
And she didn't’ care about being naked and she didn’t care about having slimy **** smeared all over her body and she just didn’t care. She was in bed and she could rest and resting is exactly what she planned to do.
“You know, you can leave now...” Meka said quietly, settling quietly into her bed, her eyelids heavy. “Lets face it, if I’m still alive after all this ****, I’ll probably be right as rain in the morning. This part I can do on my own. Seems to me the only thing required of me at this point is to, lay here, hurt and heal.” she joked with a strained laugh. “Oh god, that hurts so damn bad.. No laughing Meka, Lord God, no laughing.” Except, she was the sort to find humour in unlikely places and you just can’t have this happen to you and not feel like some hand of God hadn’t come down and ***** slapped you. And since she was on a roll (the drugs might have given her loose lips) she continued. “And for hells sake pull a sheet over my ***, I mean, I’m not shy and god knows I’ve had my share of random acts of nudity but I’m laying here like some oiled up slab of meat ain't my deal... now gimmie a damn sheet and go home to your wife.”
And then she coughed, and it hurt, a lot which meant she groaned and closed her eyes. “Dammit... Thank you Doc, really.. but you go on now. Leave me be.”
<Doc>
“Very well.. but do not hesitate to call if you need to.” He collected a couple of her sofa pillows and stacked them beside her, and then he pull the sheet up. The stacked sofa pillows allowed the sheet to rest mostly on them, instead of Blackula. Even though she had ointment applied to her; there was the possibility of the sheet rubbing and sticking to her. It could cause undue and unnecessary pain.
As he left, Doc couldn’t help but give the Fadebeast a parting grin, before closing her hut door behind him.
<Meka>
Meka woke up mostly healed.
The sunburn was still present and accounted for, but it was no longer one big open wound across her whole body. Her skin (thank god) had decided to grow back and she wasn’t some splotched up mess of a person. The bulk of her broken bones had meshed themselves back together and her slit throat (okay, so the jagged edge of broken skin grossed her out a bit) was healing. Slower, but still, healing.
And she could get out of bed. Except she was all bandaged, splinted and braced up she could barely wiggle. She’d give props to the man, he certainly made sure she wasn’t going to accidentally move around. She was having a hard time moving at all. That and he’s slicked her up with so much gunky **** she’d have make a good impression of a tube of lubricant.
But she wasn’t gonna complain, you didn’t look the gift horse in the mouth and you didn’t complain how the gift horse got stuff done. He came when she called and he helped in his way and when she left her bedroom sans the accoutrements the fadebeast was gone (thank god).
A shower took care of the burn cream and time had taken care of the rest.
There was a lesson here, and Meka was smart enough to attempt to learn it. She was fully dressed when she picked up her phone and dialed in Velveteen’s number. Her voice had regained it’s normal enthusiasm, if just slightly tinged with a hint of accusation.
“Yo Momma!” she opened the conversation. “You got yourself a rodent problem in this damn tree, big *** huuuuuuuuuuuuuge rodent problem! The big rat kicked my buuutt.”
Nodding, he took a syringe and filled it will 20cc of the tranquilizer. He depressed the plunger until the air was completely dispelled. “After this.. I will go collect some more supplies.. and be back. And if I need to give you another shot, I will when I return.” He found the vein in her neck and injected it there. The appendages would be residual pain compared to the torso with the broken back.
<Meka>
She nodded, already feeling better as the drug took. And she felt her eyelids close and let her body float along on the drug induced lassitude.
“Thanks.” She sighed, appreciating, for the moment at least, the cessation of the throbbing agony of her injuries
<Doc>
He didn’t say anything as he left, she was resting somewhat, best she just enjoy it. To save time, he tomed back to the portal room, and portaled to his home to get supplies. He was back at Blackula’s hut in less than 20 minutes. He ******* loved those portals.
Doc splinted her other arm, and then both legs. Before he put her in the back brace, he had to cut off her top, he applied burn ointment to her burns. He gave her another 10cc injection, because he could see her wince when he applied the ointment. Putting her in the back brace would hurt, and once she was in the brace, he would still have to move her.
The Fadebeast was still only mere feet away, but it realized they were no threat and wasn’t even thinking about attacking them. That conversation, that he would have to have with Blackula about it. he already dreaded.
Doc prepared her bed, by pulling the covers down, and laying a bed pad on the it. It would help keep the ointment from staining her sheets. Returning to her side, he picked her up and carried her to the prepared bed. Taking his time, he laid her slowly and carefully down. Human strength would not allow this, but his vamperic strength did, so he was able to minimize the pain that would normally happen from the move.
Once she was in bed, he cut the remain remnants of ruined clothing off of her. He chucked them into a pile. He re-applied the ointment, taking special care with her face. The face was very expressive naturally, and every twinge of pain would be expressed by the face. Therefore it was important it was carefully covered, as it would move more than other muscles. He had seen others repair from sunburns with no scars, but being a doctor and making sure all bases were covered, was important to him whether or not it was needed.
When he was in caregiving mode, the needs and comfort of the patient was first and foremost in his mind. It was part of the challenge, to mend with the least amount of discomfort possible. So, even though, he had bound her broken bones and eased what pain he could, he had to stay at her side, just in case.
<Meka>
If Meka were a more self conscious person she might have protested the whole cut her shirt off business but a) she was in no fit state to care b) it felt good not to have anything rubbing against her raw skin and c) she figured the man was a doctor, and tits were tits were tits and she had absolutely no illusion that hers held no mystery for a man who’d had people laid out on a surgical table and cut into their chest cavities to play ‘fiddle with your body bits’. Instead she offered barely a murmur.
He could give her a full internal exam at this point and she’d ask him if she wanted her to hold the speculum.
She was just happy for the la la drugs but there were no drugs on Gods green earth that could possibly prepare a person to be hauled up and moved. She thought she was handling it all quite well. She winced at the burns, because she had to admit, once the throb of the rest passed, it was the burning that kept up the constant thrum of radiating agony. Every single nerve ending across her epidermis screamed into her brain the blaring sound of warning clangs and panic’d WTF’s. She hadn’t been burned enough to kill them off (and she knew enough about burns that feeling nothing was very very bad) and the skin had a **** load of nerves in it. Ridiculous amounts and all of them, were sending signals to her brain, very very, unhappy signals and they tripled when he picked her up.
Meka wasn’t a wall flower and she hadn’t been raised to simper and she didn’t now. She had a stiff upper lip and when the going got tough Meka was all about sucking it up, but this was beyond anything anyone should have to deal with .
“Oh **** ****.” she muttered, willing herself to zonk out, hoping to god she zonked so she could check out of this part of her recovery. She didn’t, pass out that is. Because fate obviously hated her that way. The ********. Apparently she needed to experience all this goodness in excruciating detail.
And she didn't’ care about being naked and she didn’t care about having slimy **** smeared all over her body and she just didn’t care. She was in bed and she could rest and resting is exactly what she planned to do.
“You know, you can leave now...” Meka said quietly, settling quietly into her bed, her eyelids heavy. “Lets face it, if I’m still alive after all this ****, I’ll probably be right as rain in the morning. This part I can do on my own. Seems to me the only thing required of me at this point is to, lay here, hurt and heal.” she joked with a strained laugh. “Oh god, that hurts so damn bad.. No laughing Meka, Lord God, no laughing.” Except, she was the sort to find humour in unlikely places and you just can’t have this happen to you and not feel like some hand of God hadn’t come down and ***** slapped you. And since she was on a roll (the drugs might have given her loose lips) she continued. “And for hells sake pull a sheet over my ***, I mean, I’m not shy and god knows I’ve had my share of random acts of nudity but I’m laying here like some oiled up slab of meat ain't my deal... now gimmie a damn sheet and go home to your wife.”
And then she coughed, and it hurt, a lot which meant she groaned and closed her eyes. “Dammit... Thank you Doc, really.. but you go on now. Leave me be.”
<Doc>
“Very well.. but do not hesitate to call if you need to.” He collected a couple of her sofa pillows and stacked them beside her, and then he pull the sheet up. The stacked sofa pillows allowed the sheet to rest mostly on them, instead of Blackula. Even though she had ointment applied to her; there was the possibility of the sheet rubbing and sticking to her. It could cause undue and unnecessary pain.
As he left, Doc couldn’t help but give the Fadebeast a parting grin, before closing her hut door behind him.
<Meka>
Meka woke up mostly healed.
The sunburn was still present and accounted for, but it was no longer one big open wound across her whole body. Her skin (thank god) had decided to grow back and she wasn’t some splotched up mess of a person. The bulk of her broken bones had meshed themselves back together and her slit throat (okay, so the jagged edge of broken skin grossed her out a bit) was healing. Slower, but still, healing.
And she could get out of bed. Except she was all bandaged, splinted and braced up she could barely wiggle. She’d give props to the man, he certainly made sure she wasn’t going to accidentally move around. She was having a hard time moving at all. That and he’s slicked her up with so much gunky **** she’d have make a good impression of a tube of lubricant.
But she wasn’t gonna complain, you didn’t look the gift horse in the mouth and you didn’t complain how the gift horse got stuff done. He came when she called and he helped in his way and when she left her bedroom sans the accoutrements the fadebeast was gone (thank god).
A shower took care of the burn cream and time had taken care of the rest.
There was a lesson here, and Meka was smart enough to attempt to learn it. She was fully dressed when she picked up her phone and dialed in Velveteen’s number. Her voice had regained it’s normal enthusiasm, if just slightly tinged with a hint of accusation.
“Yo Momma!” she opened the conversation. “You got yourself a rodent problem in this damn tree, big *** huuuuuuuuuuuuuge rodent problem! The big rat kicked my buuutt.”
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Re: Comings and Goings [Tytonidae]
Meka: There was a lesson here, and Meka was smart enough to attempt to learn it. She was fully dressed when she picked up her phone and dialed in Velveteen’s number. Her voice had regained it’s normal enthusiasm, if just slightly tinged with a hint of accusation.
“Yo Momma!” she opened the conversation. “You got yourself a rodent problem in this damn tree, big *** huuuuuuuuuuuuuge rodent problem! The big rat kicked my buuutt.”
Velveteen: Velveteen had no sooner hit answer and opened her mouth to say hello when Meka's voice sounded in the tiny speaker. She pulled the phone from her ear and arched a brow at the device before once against resting it to the side of her head. "A big rat?"
Meka: "It was ugly and it was big and it slit my throat, broke my back, I mean, it BROKE it, like snapped me in two like I was a damn TWIG. I aint never, in fact, I don't think anyone has ever and I don't know if IO
“I'm vampire enough to have my back broken, my throat slit, my arms and legs broke all in one night. So, however, we gotta deal with this rodent infestation you got in the tree. I think we should do it, cause that thing in my hut, was ridiculous... just *** kicking ridiculous."
Meka was on a roll, and once she got started she just didn't stop. She was a freight train of information running down the phone like with the click and clatter of a fast moving steam engine.
"And I give Doc two thumbs up for coming in and playing Doctor (and I still aint sure he's a real one) but was it really necessary to cut ALL my clothes off? Really? Good thing I was completely out of it, cause on hindsight, that's just really dodgy... don't you think?"
"If my brothers were around, they'd have had a word of prayer with that man cause I'm thinking he took some liberties. And how, in the world, does a person survive a broke back, slit throat, broke arms and legs and still walk the next day?"
"Maybe Jesus was a vampire?"
"You think?"
"You there?"
Meka asked, finally slowing down long enough to realise Velveteen hadn't said a word.
Velveteen: Velveteen just blinked as she usually did when the woman started talking. her mouth opened several times to interject but each time she snapped it close to listen to the berrage of words that seemed to never stop. "I'm here. Meka...shush for a sec."
"Ok...so..it was in your hut? And it was big and vicious? Sounds like..a...."Realisations suddenly dawned on her and she remembered then what Doc had said. "A fadebeast."
Meka: "What the hell?!" Meka exclaimed. "Like that little baby critter in that woman's belly when we met? One of those things? Really? You got to be shitting me? How in the hell is one of them things running around in my Hut. I'm telling you right now, I aint birthed me no damn Fade baby and I aint planning to, cause I don't even wanna know how one of those gets out of a woman. And I can't even think what my vijayjay gonna look like if I had to push that thing out of it. I don't care how regenerative vampires are. You can't tell me that you don't gonna get yourself stretched out and ruined by having one of THEM things."
"So if I didn't give birth to the thing, why is it is my hut?"
"And for that matter, how come there are any in the tree house? You lock out other vampires but you got those things running loose? I gotta say,t here's a major flaw in your security Momma. Cause that thing can put a hurting on a person."
"Is there a person in our gang, having Fadebabies?"
Meka waited, thinking maybe she needed to feel affronted about that, if it were true and all.
Velveteen: She shook her head and did her best to refrain from laughing. "Yes Meka that thing in her belly was one. No Meka, they don't come out that way. They rip their way out of the mother's stomach and then kill her. The ones used for security are bound to the stairs. They can't leave them. The one in your hut was.....summoned there."
Meka: "Summoned? What do you mean, summoned?"
"You mean someone put it there, in my hut? On purpose?"
"Who would do such a damn fool thing? I aint kidding you, I was messed up. Like, really messed up. Had been burned by the sun, half my skin peeling off my body and then get home, and it STOOD ON ME, like a bug and it wanted to squish me and I swear, I think it ground its heel against my T1 and T2 and just snapped it."
"If someone done did that to me on purpose, I'm gonna kick their ***."
"That aint no joke."
Velveteen: Velveteen hummed thoughtfully and nodded. "Yeeeah. I had forgotten all about it actually...so much had gone on. Wait...didn't you say Doc helped you? He....didn't say anything?"
Meka: "I was like some sad *** Country Song.. I just needed my Dog to die to top it off."
"And banjos and some Kentucky inbred Hillbillies."
"Doc?" Meka asked, standing still now, in her living room, the pacing she was doing halted as she tilted her head to the side. "Why would he saying anything about anything?"
"He played a grumpy *** Shining Knight, although, I've never read where the shining knight cut all the clothes off a woman."
"Put them in traction, gave them tranqs THEN cut their clothes off. That man got some issues. He might be married but I think he still needs to get himself laid if this is how he's getting his rocks off. Weirdo.
Velveteen: "Ummm...yeah I dunno anything about that. Maybe you should kick his *** for that bit but....eeerm....." She sighed a little and shook her head. "Maybe he summoned the fadebeast so he could get you out of your clothes."
Meka: "You don't think he wants to ... you know." Meka paused... "Get his freak on with me... Woah, hold on.. what? Maybe? MAYBE he summoned the fadebeast? What? Where did that come from? What do you know?" Meka's ire sparked and flared, her eyes flashing to a brown so dark it consumed the light. "Doc, summoned that thing... into my hut?"
Velveteen: Velveteen narrowed her silver gaze. She felt a little like a tattle tale but at this point it would serve Doc right to have a pissed of Meka on his ***. Injuring faction members was a no no. "He called it a house warming present. I thought he got rid of it actually."
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Meka: "I'm gonna.. I'm just gonna... "Actually, she had no real idea what she was gonna do. Something, something bad and once she figured it out that man better watch out cause Meka was gonna do something to him, (once she sorted out what that was going to be) and it wasn't gonna be good. Not at all. "I'm gonna do something.. Velveteen and it's gonna hurt him so bad. Just you wait and see."
And it was a promise, a vow and she would make sure, one day, she'd get her own back. "Cause, if that's how that man woo's a woman, it aint no wonder he got the bluest balls this side of the Mason Dixon."
"I'll catch you later Vel.. thanks you gave me everything I needed."
Meka: Then Meka hung up, throwing the phone onto her couch and continuing to pace.
Velveteen: Velveteen chuckled quietly to herself. She probably should have rung back , told Meka no and dealt with Doc privately but punishment was punishment and she couldn't help think that having Meka on his *** was probably going to be a much better punishment than anything she'd come up with. She would have to keep an eye on it though to make sure it didn't get out of hand. She set her ohone aside for now but would catch up with Meka again soon. "Good luck Doc." She uttered to no one.
“Yo Momma!” she opened the conversation. “You got yourself a rodent problem in this damn tree, big *** huuuuuuuuuuuuuge rodent problem! The big rat kicked my buuutt.”
Velveteen: Velveteen had no sooner hit answer and opened her mouth to say hello when Meka's voice sounded in the tiny speaker. She pulled the phone from her ear and arched a brow at the device before once against resting it to the side of her head. "A big rat?"
Meka: "It was ugly and it was big and it slit my throat, broke my back, I mean, it BROKE it, like snapped me in two like I was a damn TWIG. I aint never, in fact, I don't think anyone has ever and I don't know if IO
“I'm vampire enough to have my back broken, my throat slit, my arms and legs broke all in one night. So, however, we gotta deal with this rodent infestation you got in the tree. I think we should do it, cause that thing in my hut, was ridiculous... just *** kicking ridiculous."
Meka was on a roll, and once she got started she just didn't stop. She was a freight train of information running down the phone like with the click and clatter of a fast moving steam engine.
"And I give Doc two thumbs up for coming in and playing Doctor (and I still aint sure he's a real one) but was it really necessary to cut ALL my clothes off? Really? Good thing I was completely out of it, cause on hindsight, that's just really dodgy... don't you think?"
"If my brothers were around, they'd have had a word of prayer with that man cause I'm thinking he took some liberties. And how, in the world, does a person survive a broke back, slit throat, broke arms and legs and still walk the next day?"
"Maybe Jesus was a vampire?"
"You think?"
"You there?"
Meka asked, finally slowing down long enough to realise Velveteen hadn't said a word.
Velveteen: Velveteen just blinked as she usually did when the woman started talking. her mouth opened several times to interject but each time she snapped it close to listen to the berrage of words that seemed to never stop. "I'm here. Meka...shush for a sec."
"Ok...so..it was in your hut? And it was big and vicious? Sounds like..a...."Realisations suddenly dawned on her and she remembered then what Doc had said. "A fadebeast."
Meka: "What the hell?!" Meka exclaimed. "Like that little baby critter in that woman's belly when we met? One of those things? Really? You got to be shitting me? How in the hell is one of them things running around in my Hut. I'm telling you right now, I aint birthed me no damn Fade baby and I aint planning to, cause I don't even wanna know how one of those gets out of a woman. And I can't even think what my vijayjay gonna look like if I had to push that thing out of it. I don't care how regenerative vampires are. You can't tell me that you don't gonna get yourself stretched out and ruined by having one of THEM things."
"So if I didn't give birth to the thing, why is it is my hut?"
"And for that matter, how come there are any in the tree house? You lock out other vampires but you got those things running loose? I gotta say,t here's a major flaw in your security Momma. Cause that thing can put a hurting on a person."
"Is there a person in our gang, having Fadebabies?"
Meka waited, thinking maybe she needed to feel affronted about that, if it were true and all.
Velveteen: She shook her head and did her best to refrain from laughing. "Yes Meka that thing in her belly was one. No Meka, they don't come out that way. They rip their way out of the mother's stomach and then kill her. The ones used for security are bound to the stairs. They can't leave them. The one in your hut was.....summoned there."
Meka: "Summoned? What do you mean, summoned?"
"You mean someone put it there, in my hut? On purpose?"
"Who would do such a damn fool thing? I aint kidding you, I was messed up. Like, really messed up. Had been burned by the sun, half my skin peeling off my body and then get home, and it STOOD ON ME, like a bug and it wanted to squish me and I swear, I think it ground its heel against my T1 and T2 and just snapped it."
"If someone done did that to me on purpose, I'm gonna kick their ***."
"That aint no joke."
Velveteen: Velveteen hummed thoughtfully and nodded. "Yeeeah. I had forgotten all about it actually...so much had gone on. Wait...didn't you say Doc helped you? He....didn't say anything?"
Meka: "I was like some sad *** Country Song.. I just needed my Dog to die to top it off."
"And banjos and some Kentucky inbred Hillbillies."
"Doc?" Meka asked, standing still now, in her living room, the pacing she was doing halted as she tilted her head to the side. "Why would he saying anything about anything?"
"He played a grumpy *** Shining Knight, although, I've never read where the shining knight cut all the clothes off a woman."
"Put them in traction, gave them tranqs THEN cut their clothes off. That man got some issues. He might be married but I think he still needs to get himself laid if this is how he's getting his rocks off. Weirdo.
Velveteen: "Ummm...yeah I dunno anything about that. Maybe you should kick his *** for that bit but....eeerm....." She sighed a little and shook her head. "Maybe he summoned the fadebeast so he could get you out of your clothes."
Meka: "You don't think he wants to ... you know." Meka paused... "Get his freak on with me... Woah, hold on.. what? Maybe? MAYBE he summoned the fadebeast? What? Where did that come from? What do you know?" Meka's ire sparked and flared, her eyes flashing to a brown so dark it consumed the light. "Doc, summoned that thing... into my hut?"
Velveteen: Velveteen narrowed her silver gaze. She felt a little like a tattle tale but at this point it would serve Doc right to have a pissed of Meka on his ***. Injuring faction members was a no no. "He called it a house warming present. I thought he got rid of it actually."
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Meka: "I'm gonna.. I'm just gonna... "Actually, she had no real idea what she was gonna do. Something, something bad and once she figured it out that man better watch out cause Meka was gonna do something to him, (once she sorted out what that was going to be) and it wasn't gonna be good. Not at all. "I'm gonna do something.. Velveteen and it's gonna hurt him so bad. Just you wait and see."
And it was a promise, a vow and she would make sure, one day, she'd get her own back. "Cause, if that's how that man woo's a woman, it aint no wonder he got the bluest balls this side of the Mason Dixon."
"I'll catch you later Vel.. thanks you gave me everything I needed."
Meka: Then Meka hung up, throwing the phone onto her couch and continuing to pace.
Velveteen: Velveteen chuckled quietly to herself. She probably should have rung back , told Meka no and dealt with Doc privately but punishment was punishment and she couldn't help think that having Meka on his *** was probably going to be a much better punishment than anything she'd come up with. She would have to keep an eye on it though to make sure it didn't get out of hand. She set her ohone aside for now but would catch up with Meka again soon. "Good luck Doc." She uttered to no one.
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Re: Comings and Goings [Tytonidae]
* Zenn slumped down further in the office chair, large black headphones placed over his ears while his entire concentration was on the computer screen. His hair was mussed, per usual, and his clothes--a t-shirt with the Batman logo and cargo shorts--were rumpled. A trashbag of clothes was shoved under the desk and the entire 'office' area was littered with things that were obviously his.
‹Tameka Vassey› Tameka hadn't expected to get a place of her own so quickly. In fact, she hadn't even thought about it, not since she'd set up camp in Vel's place (that the woman never used no way). Hardly seemed necessary to figure out a more permanent housing arrangement, so she hadn't. Until it had been sorted for her. But there were a couple things she hated about Vel's place. a) Meka wasn't a goth so all that black just made her *** twitch and b) the sheets on the bed were ridiculous concoctions that made her think the woman had some sort of weird slick sheet fetish (among other things). It's why she'd stripped the bed of it's ugly black sheets and was finally, bringing them back (in a black trash bag she thought they deserved). She had a key, and she used it, pushing through the door.
* Zenn didn't notice her at first, focused as he was on what he was watching on the screen, and with his headphones over his ears he couldn't hear anything, either, even with his newly enhanced senses. It wasn't until he caught movement from the corner of his eye, that he turned his head and saw her standing there. In his surprise, he jerked backwards, toppling the chair and his frame to the floor and jerking the cord out of the jack, letting the dialogue from the superhero cartoon blare into the ambient space. "Ow..what the hell.." He mumbled, rubbing his head before fumbling for his sword and pointing it at her...still in its sheath. "Hey get the hell out of here!"
‹Tameka Vassey› Meka wasn't the jumpy sort. Sure she hadn't expected no one but she wasn't gonna jump out of her skin seeing some skinny white dude playing.. something on the computer. Of course, the dude now lay sprawled out on the floor acting all uppity and ****. She simply stood and stared. "What crawled up your ***?" she asked with an arch look. And then she smiled, flashing a quick hint of teeth. "I'm thinking you know Velveteen cause you'd be out your damn mind to be here and not know her... cause she'd be kicking some ***... you one of her new ones?" She asked. Not cause she was psychic or ****, but it was pretty logical since this.... is obviously where she housed her new childer like it was a new vampire halfway house. Dropping the bag, and putting a hand on her jean clad hip, she waited for him to pick himself off the floor.
* Zenn furrowed his 'brows and pushed himself up off the floor, mumbling to himself about goddamn vampires not telling him the whole story and ****. He picked the chair up as well, careful not to turn his back to her all the way, and kept a grip on the sword, pushing the guard from the sheath so he could draw it quicker if he needed to. Thank you, television. "Well uh you came in here without even ******* knocking or announcing yourself." He snapped, shifting his weight on his bare feet. "Yeah Velveteen is my sire, scarier than all the friggin' horror baddies combined if you ask me. Who're you?"
‹Tameka Vassey› Meka shrugged and swept up the black trash bag and sauntered off to the bedroom. "Don't see why you'd be thinking that... you had ear phones on. I coulda done the damn cha cha and you wouldn'ta heard it...." With her back to him she pulled the sheets out of the bag and threw them into the tall linen closet. Still speaking, figuring he was probably listening... or still watching her suspiciously. "I'm Meka Vassey by the way... raised here in Harper Rock, but originally from Georgia... how about you?" she asked, closing the door and turning around. "Who are you?"
* Zenn scratched his face a little bit and then remembered the headphones, crouching down to pick them up and plug them back in, pausing the cartoon as well. "Zenn Brandt." He had prepared a few excuses about being Vel's long lost brother or something due to him using her surname. "I'm from Montreal..and kinda San Diego. I moved here two years ago." A grin lit up his features and he snapped his fingers eagerly. "YOU'RE THAT CHICK ON CROWNET. I mean I knew your name already and what you looked like because I went snooping, but my brain takes a bit to catch up and ****."
‹Tameka Vassey› Meka grinned at him, cause she was the social sort and she didn't see any reason not to be nice to new vampire. She figured people should be more hospitable anyway. She didn't understand why being a vampire stripped people of some common damn courtesy like a polite word and being nice was all just a bit too damn hard. Sure, maybe you needed to learn to kill a *****, but did that mean you couldn't say please and damn thank you? Meka thought not. And plus, smiling didn't hurt her. "Well, I got me the right dangly bits for a chick.. " Walking over to the couch she sat, crossing her legs easily. "Well, I seen your verbal diarrhoea on crownet too.. what you got? Like ADHD or something?" She asked honestly, giving him a look ... and then staring at the computer behind him. "What you doing?"
* Zenn slumped back down in the chair, his smile turning a little sheepish as he rubbed the back of his neck. "Uh probably. My sister calls me a manchild a lot. Stuck up perfect *****." He groused with affection, dropping his arm so both hands were resting in his lap. "I was watching the Justice League cartoon from 2001. It's on Netflix. I'm taking a break from hacking **** for Vel." Zenn stuck the tip of his tongue through his teeth and made a rather childish face at her. "And I was referring to you being that chick the guy on crownet was looking for. He slapped your picture up there and everything. I told Vel since I'd seen you in her memories."
‹Tameka Vassey› "The what?" She asked, wondering what the hell he was talking about. Meka didn't get out no where, and she aint never met no men who wanted... well, whatever the hell he wanted. "Someone is looking for me?" she asked, her expression tuning to abject curiosity, sitting up she waved a hand at the computer behind him. "Show me!.... is he cute?" she finished, stopping herself from jumping up.
* Zenn swiveled the chair around so that he was facing the screen and minimized the Netflix window, pulling up Crownet with a few keystrokes and finding the thread he was talking about. "Right here. Ignore my comment. Some dude named Day." He neglected to mention what Vel had told him about it.
‹Tameka Vassey› "Day?!" Meka shot off the couch like someone had stuck a poker up her ***, and she was standing next to the male bending over his shoulder and severely invading his personal space. She reached out and tapped the screen with her finger. "Scroll down.. ummm search his IP or some ****... does he have a ... photo or something?"
* Zenn didn't even flinch at the invasion, and scrolled down as asked. He didn't make a move to do anything else, though, just tilted his head a bit to better see her. "Vel said he's your brother. When I told her about it. She seemed pretty freaked that you'd spill the bloodsucker beans."
‹Tameka Vassey› Meka didn't even think about the fact she'd just met this guy five seconds ago, and now she was draped over his shoulder looked at the computer screen. She knew, in her heart that Day, was her Day and the man asking about her... was her brother but she wasn't sure she wanted to believe it, either cause she was scared but also.. dayam, did that mean he 'knew'. "It is..." she breathed quietly "What **** me... What the hell am I supposed to do about that?" She exclaimed. "And I didn't spill no beans, but Day is a clever ******** .... and well, he's ... got ways." Stepping back she stood with her hands on her hips. "Dammit, I should probably talk to Vel yeah?"
* Zenn twisted around in the chair again, shrugging his shoulders as if she weren't actually talking to herself when she asked what to do about it. "Yeah probably. Since she knows." He grinned slyly. "And since she said you like to talk a lot."
‹Tameka Vassey› "Aint nothing wrong with a little conversation. I swear to God, people don't talk near enough to me... but dammit, it's Day." And then she started pacing. "What the hell are you meant to do when your family comes looking for your ***? Vel said it weren't a good idea to get in touch with them, but she didn't give me no 101 on what to do when you when they came searching for you? What would you do?"
* Zenn held his hands up and shook his head. "Since I was seventeen I've only seen my sister twice a year. So if she came looking for me either she's dying or my mom's dead." That was a bit more information than he'd meant to give her. Nobody knew about his mother except Vel. Not that he really knew anyone besides Vel but that wasn't the point. "I dunno man. I've been a vampire for like a week."
‹Tameka Vassey› Throwing herself back on the couch she pursed her lips, staring at him, wondering where that random of his came from. "And I been one for like four months, it isn't like I got a whole lot of experience neither." she responded. "This is one hell of a quandary... I'll be telling you that much. Well, ****... **** and double damn ****. You know, my brother always did have crap timing."
* Zenn grinned and ran a hand through his hair. "Siblings usually do, don't they?" That was at least something they could talk about. He could talk about his sister without talking about his parents, after all. And it was common ground.
‹Tameka Vassey› "Damn right they do." Scrubbing hands across her face she thought maybe she was worrying too damn much. "Well, hell. **** happens right... and Vel knows now so the cat is well and truly out of the bag.. and she can't blame me none, cause he wouldn't be asking for my *** if I'd been the one to spill the beans." She settled back "So... how did Vel get you? You accidentally jump on her fangs"
* Zenn laughed and shrugged his shoulders again, waving his hands. "I was just walking home from work and BAM crazy woman who looks like she walked out of a leather fetish dungeon pounces on me. I asked her later, the first time I actually talked to her, why she did it and she gave me some vague **** about proving a point. What about you?"
‹Tameka Vassey› Meka laughed out loud, relaxing with a shake of her head. "I swear that latex wearing white chick got herself some control issues. She done jumped out at me while I was doing a scan on some woman who... and I **** you not, looked like she was about to give birth to the next alien invasion. And I know now, that was probably a good thing. But I about DIED when I saw that damn thing swimming around that woman's belly. Now, I'm still not entirely sure how that thing gets itself out of a woman, but ... well, anyway, probably a good thing Vel shot her in the head ... and the belly and the head again. But yeah, I was collateral damage, so either dead... or undead, but not a witness."
* Zenn stared at her in disbelief, mouth even hanging open some as he leaned forward on the armrests of the chair. It appeared to be horror, at first, until he let out a sound of glee. "Oh MAN I bet that was cool! I bet it was like a real life Alien!" He tapped his chin. "Do vampires like give birth to facehuggers or something? Vel didn't tell me about the friggin' zombies so it's no wonder she didn't tell me about these..."
‹Tameka Vassey› "Well, by the sounds of things, and if you want to live for any length of time don't be getting your girl knocked up ... it aint the pretty bouncing baby you'd expect. I figure you'll get all this explained to you sooner or later, one week, you're probably just figured out the pointing part of your fang goes in first." She joked, giving him a sly look.
* Zenn stuck his tongue out at her again, grumbling. "I've seen every vampire movie ever made. Probably. I'm not a kid, you know. I just ac like one sometimes." He huffed a little, crossing his arms over his chest. "Americans are weird."
‹Tameka Vassey› "Yeah, can't argue with that. Well, looks like I gotta figure out what to do about my brother... you should come with, we'll talk to Vel together. Maybe she won't try to kill me .... right away."
* Zenn pushed himself out of his chair and started shifting things around to find his shoes. "Why not. It's not like I haven't seen this cartoon a million times before." He grinned over his shoulder and produced a beat up pair of Vans that he slipped on to his feet. "If she gets pissed, I'll start calling her Mama Vee again until she tries to lop my head off instead of yours."
‹Tameka Vassey› Hauling herself off the couch her grin widened. "I think I like you.. I call her my White Momma ... it makes her twitch." Making the door, she turned the handle and waited for him. "Lets see if I can sneak you into the Eyrie..."
‹Tameka Vassey› Tameka hadn't expected to get a place of her own so quickly. In fact, she hadn't even thought about it, not since she'd set up camp in Vel's place (that the woman never used no way). Hardly seemed necessary to figure out a more permanent housing arrangement, so she hadn't. Until it had been sorted for her. But there were a couple things she hated about Vel's place. a) Meka wasn't a goth so all that black just made her *** twitch and b) the sheets on the bed were ridiculous concoctions that made her think the woman had some sort of weird slick sheet fetish (among other things). It's why she'd stripped the bed of it's ugly black sheets and was finally, bringing them back (in a black trash bag she thought they deserved). She had a key, and she used it, pushing through the door.
* Zenn didn't notice her at first, focused as he was on what he was watching on the screen, and with his headphones over his ears he couldn't hear anything, either, even with his newly enhanced senses. It wasn't until he caught movement from the corner of his eye, that he turned his head and saw her standing there. In his surprise, he jerked backwards, toppling the chair and his frame to the floor and jerking the cord out of the jack, letting the dialogue from the superhero cartoon blare into the ambient space. "Ow..what the hell.." He mumbled, rubbing his head before fumbling for his sword and pointing it at her...still in its sheath. "Hey get the hell out of here!"
‹Tameka Vassey› Meka wasn't the jumpy sort. Sure she hadn't expected no one but she wasn't gonna jump out of her skin seeing some skinny white dude playing.. something on the computer. Of course, the dude now lay sprawled out on the floor acting all uppity and ****. She simply stood and stared. "What crawled up your ***?" she asked with an arch look. And then she smiled, flashing a quick hint of teeth. "I'm thinking you know Velveteen cause you'd be out your damn mind to be here and not know her... cause she'd be kicking some ***... you one of her new ones?" She asked. Not cause she was psychic or ****, but it was pretty logical since this.... is obviously where she housed her new childer like it was a new vampire halfway house. Dropping the bag, and putting a hand on her jean clad hip, she waited for him to pick himself off the floor.
* Zenn furrowed his 'brows and pushed himself up off the floor, mumbling to himself about goddamn vampires not telling him the whole story and ****. He picked the chair up as well, careful not to turn his back to her all the way, and kept a grip on the sword, pushing the guard from the sheath so he could draw it quicker if he needed to. Thank you, television. "Well uh you came in here without even ******* knocking or announcing yourself." He snapped, shifting his weight on his bare feet. "Yeah Velveteen is my sire, scarier than all the friggin' horror baddies combined if you ask me. Who're you?"
‹Tameka Vassey› Meka shrugged and swept up the black trash bag and sauntered off to the bedroom. "Don't see why you'd be thinking that... you had ear phones on. I coulda done the damn cha cha and you wouldn'ta heard it...." With her back to him she pulled the sheets out of the bag and threw them into the tall linen closet. Still speaking, figuring he was probably listening... or still watching her suspiciously. "I'm Meka Vassey by the way... raised here in Harper Rock, but originally from Georgia... how about you?" she asked, closing the door and turning around. "Who are you?"
* Zenn scratched his face a little bit and then remembered the headphones, crouching down to pick them up and plug them back in, pausing the cartoon as well. "Zenn Brandt." He had prepared a few excuses about being Vel's long lost brother or something due to him using her surname. "I'm from Montreal..and kinda San Diego. I moved here two years ago." A grin lit up his features and he snapped his fingers eagerly. "YOU'RE THAT CHICK ON CROWNET. I mean I knew your name already and what you looked like because I went snooping, but my brain takes a bit to catch up and ****."
‹Tameka Vassey› Meka grinned at him, cause she was the social sort and she didn't see any reason not to be nice to new vampire. She figured people should be more hospitable anyway. She didn't understand why being a vampire stripped people of some common damn courtesy like a polite word and being nice was all just a bit too damn hard. Sure, maybe you needed to learn to kill a *****, but did that mean you couldn't say please and damn thank you? Meka thought not. And plus, smiling didn't hurt her. "Well, I got me the right dangly bits for a chick.. " Walking over to the couch she sat, crossing her legs easily. "Well, I seen your verbal diarrhoea on crownet too.. what you got? Like ADHD or something?" She asked honestly, giving him a look ... and then staring at the computer behind him. "What you doing?"
* Zenn slumped back down in the chair, his smile turning a little sheepish as he rubbed the back of his neck. "Uh probably. My sister calls me a manchild a lot. Stuck up perfect *****." He groused with affection, dropping his arm so both hands were resting in his lap. "I was watching the Justice League cartoon from 2001. It's on Netflix. I'm taking a break from hacking **** for Vel." Zenn stuck the tip of his tongue through his teeth and made a rather childish face at her. "And I was referring to you being that chick the guy on crownet was looking for. He slapped your picture up there and everything. I told Vel since I'd seen you in her memories."
‹Tameka Vassey› "The what?" She asked, wondering what the hell he was talking about. Meka didn't get out no where, and she aint never met no men who wanted... well, whatever the hell he wanted. "Someone is looking for me?" she asked, her expression tuning to abject curiosity, sitting up she waved a hand at the computer behind him. "Show me!.... is he cute?" she finished, stopping herself from jumping up.
* Zenn swiveled the chair around so that he was facing the screen and minimized the Netflix window, pulling up Crownet with a few keystrokes and finding the thread he was talking about. "Right here. Ignore my comment. Some dude named Day." He neglected to mention what Vel had told him about it.
‹Tameka Vassey› "Day?!" Meka shot off the couch like someone had stuck a poker up her ***, and she was standing next to the male bending over his shoulder and severely invading his personal space. She reached out and tapped the screen with her finger. "Scroll down.. ummm search his IP or some ****... does he have a ... photo or something?"
* Zenn didn't even flinch at the invasion, and scrolled down as asked. He didn't make a move to do anything else, though, just tilted his head a bit to better see her. "Vel said he's your brother. When I told her about it. She seemed pretty freaked that you'd spill the bloodsucker beans."
‹Tameka Vassey› Meka didn't even think about the fact she'd just met this guy five seconds ago, and now she was draped over his shoulder looked at the computer screen. She knew, in her heart that Day, was her Day and the man asking about her... was her brother but she wasn't sure she wanted to believe it, either cause she was scared but also.. dayam, did that mean he 'knew'. "It is..." she breathed quietly "What **** me... What the hell am I supposed to do about that?" She exclaimed. "And I didn't spill no beans, but Day is a clever ******** .... and well, he's ... got ways." Stepping back she stood with her hands on her hips. "Dammit, I should probably talk to Vel yeah?"
* Zenn twisted around in the chair again, shrugging his shoulders as if she weren't actually talking to herself when she asked what to do about it. "Yeah probably. Since she knows." He grinned slyly. "And since she said you like to talk a lot."
‹Tameka Vassey› "Aint nothing wrong with a little conversation. I swear to God, people don't talk near enough to me... but dammit, it's Day." And then she started pacing. "What the hell are you meant to do when your family comes looking for your ***? Vel said it weren't a good idea to get in touch with them, but she didn't give me no 101 on what to do when you when they came searching for you? What would you do?"
* Zenn held his hands up and shook his head. "Since I was seventeen I've only seen my sister twice a year. So if she came looking for me either she's dying or my mom's dead." That was a bit more information than he'd meant to give her. Nobody knew about his mother except Vel. Not that he really knew anyone besides Vel but that wasn't the point. "I dunno man. I've been a vampire for like a week."
‹Tameka Vassey› Throwing herself back on the couch she pursed her lips, staring at him, wondering where that random of his came from. "And I been one for like four months, it isn't like I got a whole lot of experience neither." she responded. "This is one hell of a quandary... I'll be telling you that much. Well, ****... **** and double damn ****. You know, my brother always did have crap timing."
* Zenn grinned and ran a hand through his hair. "Siblings usually do, don't they?" That was at least something they could talk about. He could talk about his sister without talking about his parents, after all. And it was common ground.
‹Tameka Vassey› "Damn right they do." Scrubbing hands across her face she thought maybe she was worrying too damn much. "Well, hell. **** happens right... and Vel knows now so the cat is well and truly out of the bag.. and she can't blame me none, cause he wouldn't be asking for my *** if I'd been the one to spill the beans." She settled back "So... how did Vel get you? You accidentally jump on her fangs"
* Zenn laughed and shrugged his shoulders again, waving his hands. "I was just walking home from work and BAM crazy woman who looks like she walked out of a leather fetish dungeon pounces on me. I asked her later, the first time I actually talked to her, why she did it and she gave me some vague **** about proving a point. What about you?"
‹Tameka Vassey› Meka laughed out loud, relaxing with a shake of her head. "I swear that latex wearing white chick got herself some control issues. She done jumped out at me while I was doing a scan on some woman who... and I **** you not, looked like she was about to give birth to the next alien invasion. And I know now, that was probably a good thing. But I about DIED when I saw that damn thing swimming around that woman's belly. Now, I'm still not entirely sure how that thing gets itself out of a woman, but ... well, anyway, probably a good thing Vel shot her in the head ... and the belly and the head again. But yeah, I was collateral damage, so either dead... or undead, but not a witness."
* Zenn stared at her in disbelief, mouth even hanging open some as he leaned forward on the armrests of the chair. It appeared to be horror, at first, until he let out a sound of glee. "Oh MAN I bet that was cool! I bet it was like a real life Alien!" He tapped his chin. "Do vampires like give birth to facehuggers or something? Vel didn't tell me about the friggin' zombies so it's no wonder she didn't tell me about these..."
‹Tameka Vassey› "Well, by the sounds of things, and if you want to live for any length of time don't be getting your girl knocked up ... it aint the pretty bouncing baby you'd expect. I figure you'll get all this explained to you sooner or later, one week, you're probably just figured out the pointing part of your fang goes in first." She joked, giving him a sly look.
* Zenn stuck his tongue out at her again, grumbling. "I've seen every vampire movie ever made. Probably. I'm not a kid, you know. I just ac like one sometimes." He huffed a little, crossing his arms over his chest. "Americans are weird."
‹Tameka Vassey› "Yeah, can't argue with that. Well, looks like I gotta figure out what to do about my brother... you should come with, we'll talk to Vel together. Maybe she won't try to kill me .... right away."
* Zenn pushed himself out of his chair and started shifting things around to find his shoes. "Why not. It's not like I haven't seen this cartoon a million times before." He grinned over his shoulder and produced a beat up pair of Vans that he slipped on to his feet. "If she gets pissed, I'll start calling her Mama Vee again until she tries to lop my head off instead of yours."
‹Tameka Vassey› Hauling herself off the couch her grin widened. "I think I like you.. I call her my White Momma ... it makes her twitch." Making the door, she turned the handle and waited for him. "Lets see if I can sneak you into the Eyrie..."
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* Aurahad been sitting in her shop for quite awhile wondering over the event of the evening. She fingers toyed with the corners of a picture as she spotted the woman entering her store, "Lock the door please..."
‹Tameka Vassey› Meka got the message on her phone and sighed, staring at the piece of technology she figured she knew what this was going to be about. She'd talked to Zenn, she'd seen the message she'd even had a moment with Velveteen about it and this, she figured was only the first step in her old life rising up to bite her on the ***. With swift fingers she text back. "Be there in 20? Meka." And then she walked, slowly. She could probably have eaten up the distance in five minutes but she needed time to think. Time to figure out what she knew, what she'd been told and what her heart told her she wanted to do. None of her different parts could come to any sort of a blood agreement thought. '
Entering the door she flipped the switch on the door, hearing the telling click and stepped into the place.
"Hey there Aura..." she called, her voice light, even if she knew, really, that this conversation was destined to... not be.
"Wassup?
* Auratossed the picture in her hands towards the woman across the table, "Day was here today in my shop. Does that name ring any bells for you...?" She was curious if the man she had spoken to earlier was who he said he was; or was he just another liar in the city of thieves.
‹Tameka Vassey› Yeah, there it was. The elephant came out to play and dance around the room in a pink tutu doing pliet or pirouettes and **** in the middle of the two women, a phantom unspoken possibility that had risen from her closet of human skeletons. Damn Day any damn way, that man had the nose like a damn bloodhound and she should have known this was never going to last long. She had been living in a dreamworld if she'd thought for a second her brother wouldn't find her black ***. With a sign Meka found a seat and promptly threw herself into it. uninvited. Cause there is some news that required sitting, and this was one of them. "Yeaaaaaah." she drawled slowly, Georgia dripping from the extended vowel sounds like pulled taffy. "I know Day. He's my older brother... how did he look?"
* Auraleaned forward and took her pink polka dot mug and brought it to her lips so she could blow across the surface, “So he didn’t lie, that’s good at least…” She watched her fellow owlet a moment before continuing, “He looked tall, handsome actually. He looked tired, asked for coffee and very worried if you’re asking my honest opinion…. Meka, he has been looking for you and he came to me looking for details of your whereabouts.”
‹Tameka Vassey› She couldn't help herself. Her brother might be something she had to 'deal with' now but she loved him like any little sister would. They'd been raised in a close family and they were as close as siblings could be without getting all Lannister about it (which she thought was ******* gross) and she did want to know how he looked. She wanted to be assured he was fine, that his questions about his missing sister wasn't getting him the wrong kind of attention and she didn't want him to get himself in trouble with beings who felt litle compunction not to kill a ho if they got in their way or knew too much.
When Aura started going on about him being handsome though, the little sister reared its head and rolled her eyes. It didn't matter where that man went, it looked like even immortal girls were gonna fall all over his *** to. She sighed and smiled good naturedly. "Yeaaaah, I heard that a lot growing up..." she replied to the handsome part and then sighed again for the last. "Zenn showed me his mesasge... and I've been talking to Vel about it. " Meka explained, an agitated hand running through her hair. "I gots to figure out a good excuse why the hell I done fell off the grid.. Vel said I should tell him I'm jacked up on Meth or some ****!" Meka growled then, annoyance flashing.
* Aurasmirked at the woman, her lips covering the lip of the mug as she swallowed some of the warm sweetened liquid; Meka was like any sister she knew, herself included when it came to her siblings and how she acted in regards to speaking about them. “he nearly scared the **** out of me. That dude is ******* tall, and I don’t mean tall, oh he’s taller I mean the green giant tall.” She set her mug down on the saucer before continuing, “I didn’t give him any details about you. You are a fellow Ty and I wouldn’t ever risk putting you in harms way in regards to someone I don’t know. So that is why I am speaking to you now, I want to make sure the man is who he says he is. Meka, you fell off the face of the Earth and he’s tracked you here. That alone takes dedication and commitment. He seemed like a reasonable man to me… He seemed to love you very much, I say talk to him but be honest… You might leave out the part of being immortal but explain you’ve been happy here.”
‹Tameka Vassey› Meka got the message on her phone and sighed, staring at the piece of technology she figured she knew what this was going to be about. She'd talked to Zenn, she'd seen the message she'd even had a moment with Velveteen about it and this, she figured was only the first step in her old life rising up to bite her on the ***. With swift fingers she text back. "Be there in 20? Meka." And then she walked, slowly. She could probably have eaten up the distance in five minutes but she needed time to think. Time to figure out what she knew, what she'd been told and what her heart told her she wanted to do. None of her different parts could come to any sort of a blood agreement thought. '
Entering the door she flipped the switch on the door, hearing the telling click and stepped into the place.
"Hey there Aura..." she called, her voice light, even if she knew, really, that this conversation was destined to... not be.
"Wassup?
* Auratossed the picture in her hands towards the woman across the table, "Day was here today in my shop. Does that name ring any bells for you...?" She was curious if the man she had spoken to earlier was who he said he was; or was he just another liar in the city of thieves.
‹Tameka Vassey› Yeah, there it was. The elephant came out to play and dance around the room in a pink tutu doing pliet or pirouettes and **** in the middle of the two women, a phantom unspoken possibility that had risen from her closet of human skeletons. Damn Day any damn way, that man had the nose like a damn bloodhound and she should have known this was never going to last long. She had been living in a dreamworld if she'd thought for a second her brother wouldn't find her black ***. With a sign Meka found a seat and promptly threw herself into it. uninvited. Cause there is some news that required sitting, and this was one of them. "Yeaaaaaah." she drawled slowly, Georgia dripping from the extended vowel sounds like pulled taffy. "I know Day. He's my older brother... how did he look?"
* Auraleaned forward and took her pink polka dot mug and brought it to her lips so she could blow across the surface, “So he didn’t lie, that’s good at least…” She watched her fellow owlet a moment before continuing, “He looked tall, handsome actually. He looked tired, asked for coffee and very worried if you’re asking my honest opinion…. Meka, he has been looking for you and he came to me looking for details of your whereabouts.”
‹Tameka Vassey› She couldn't help herself. Her brother might be something she had to 'deal with' now but she loved him like any little sister would. They'd been raised in a close family and they were as close as siblings could be without getting all Lannister about it (which she thought was ******* gross) and she did want to know how he looked. She wanted to be assured he was fine, that his questions about his missing sister wasn't getting him the wrong kind of attention and she didn't want him to get himself in trouble with beings who felt litle compunction not to kill a ho if they got in their way or knew too much.
When Aura started going on about him being handsome though, the little sister reared its head and rolled her eyes. It didn't matter where that man went, it looked like even immortal girls were gonna fall all over his *** to. She sighed and smiled good naturedly. "Yeaaaah, I heard that a lot growing up..." she replied to the handsome part and then sighed again for the last. "Zenn showed me his mesasge... and I've been talking to Vel about it. " Meka explained, an agitated hand running through her hair. "I gots to figure out a good excuse why the hell I done fell off the grid.. Vel said I should tell him I'm jacked up on Meth or some ****!" Meka growled then, annoyance flashing.
* Aurasmirked at the woman, her lips covering the lip of the mug as she swallowed some of the warm sweetened liquid; Meka was like any sister she knew, herself included when it came to her siblings and how she acted in regards to speaking about them. “he nearly scared the **** out of me. That dude is ******* tall, and I don’t mean tall, oh he’s taller I mean the green giant tall.” She set her mug down on the saucer before continuing, “I didn’t give him any details about you. You are a fellow Ty and I wouldn’t ever risk putting you in harms way in regards to someone I don’t know. So that is why I am speaking to you now, I want to make sure the man is who he says he is. Meka, you fell off the face of the Earth and he’s tracked you here. That alone takes dedication and commitment. He seemed like a reasonable man to me… He seemed to love you very much, I say talk to him but be honest… You might leave out the part of being immortal but explain you’ve been happy here.”
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Re: Comings and Goings [Tytonidae]
‹Tameka Vassey› "He gets that from Mamaw's side, apparently there were some big bastards on that side." Meka looked at Aura like she done grown horns and they were sprouting out the top of her head. "I can't tell him the truth. Velveteen done told me to make some **** up... so I haven't.. I haven't done anything cause for the life of me I can't figure out what the hell I can tell him that wouldn't make him a) throw me into some drug intervention (or rehab - probably both) or b) don't sound like the jacked up lie it would be. So... for now. I aint doing nothing. Did he give you some details and stuff? Where he is at the moment?" she asked. Not because she was going to run out right then and there to call his *** (that might come later) but it was also good to know where he was frequenting so she didnt blithely go walking through the place. Avoidance, was a way of dealing with ****. Not a good way, but still a way.
* Aura stared at the woman as dropped her chin into her palm, “You don’t have to say you got into drug you know. You can say you mingled with the wrong people and got into gambling, one that doesn’t involved you inject or smoking any drugs that can mess with your head. You can say you were stranded, homeless maybe and unable to get home. I’m sure drugs would make him only worry more where if it was gambling… he could understand the lack of funds and methods of communication. As for his location no, I have no information to pass along regarding his whereabouts I merely have his number to contact him…” She wanted the two to reconnect. If she ever had the blessing of siblings she would of wanted to be as close. She wanted the help the best she could, wanted to protect both parties at the same time as well.
‹Tameka Vassey› "I'll take his number then, just in case it changed ... I doubt it. It's not like I forgot the cell phone number he's had for the last... ten years." Meka sighed. "I'll think of something.. I know I will I'm just.. undecided you know? Velveteen didn't really go for my.. 'I'll turn my whole damn family plan'. Apparently having my 80 year old Mamaw as a vampire aint such a good idea." Standing Meka approached the woman. "You got his number.. I swear, I will work it out. Gambling might work.. Hell, I don't know. I gotta work it out in my brain.. something that'll work. Hey, but thanks... for letting me know. For taking the time to mind. I appreciate it. You know, when you're not shooting at eachother with out paintbugs or... fake swords and ****." she finished, making a little funny to lighten the mood. "But I better get that number and get going.. I got some stuff to think about."
* Aura sat back in her chair her legs crossing at the knee as she absentmindedly bobbed her foot to the music playing in the background of her store. She could easily see the frustration in the woman, the conflicting emotions between weighting out the pro and cons of making contact, “I’ll give you the number… But, if you do decide to do the gambling excuse, which I think will work… I can merely tell him I spotted you at the casino, adding to the story hell you could even be sitting at a slot of black jack table… I want this to work out for you, I really do. You’re not only a fun chick to chase around the city but you’re a fellow owlet, a Ty member. A sister to me is you will, I have your back. Keep me posted on the details, I’d love to know the outcome of this adventure.” She reached for a napkin clicking the end of her pen. She wasted no time in scribbling his number down for her and handing over the pink napkin, “Don’t be a stranger Meka… I have some new video games you might enjoy.” [day_potv]
‹Tameka Vassey› "Sounds perfect. Since I haven't decided yet, I might take you up on that offer." It was weird really, not jumping at the chance to see her brother. She missed him like crazy, hell she even missed Malcolm, even if he was sometimes a pain in the ***. But Day, Day under any other circumstance would have been the first person she'd have talked to about all this. He would have been her sounding board and the one person who could help her see a way to make it all work. They had been two against the world. It's why Daddy had made Meka move into the same building as her brother, and why she'd had a key to his place and when he'd been on location (doing whatever the hell it was PI's did) she'd let herself in to steal his **** (usually milk, chips and the odd soft drink). Except, now, now she just didn't know. "You know Aura, when this is all done.. I'm gonna need a night in.. playing some ****.. so maybe later? We can do something? " she offered before taking the number and pocketing it. It hadn't changed, his number and Meka sighed. "I better go... talk soon Aura." She finished distracted, her thoughts far away. Walking to the door she unlocks it, turns and gives the other woman a quick smile. "The **** we get into right?" she joked, lifted her hand and walked out.
* Aura stared at the woman as dropped her chin into her palm, “You don’t have to say you got into drug you know. You can say you mingled with the wrong people and got into gambling, one that doesn’t involved you inject or smoking any drugs that can mess with your head. You can say you were stranded, homeless maybe and unable to get home. I’m sure drugs would make him only worry more where if it was gambling… he could understand the lack of funds and methods of communication. As for his location no, I have no information to pass along regarding his whereabouts I merely have his number to contact him…” She wanted the two to reconnect. If she ever had the blessing of siblings she would of wanted to be as close. She wanted the help the best she could, wanted to protect both parties at the same time as well.
‹Tameka Vassey› "I'll take his number then, just in case it changed ... I doubt it. It's not like I forgot the cell phone number he's had for the last... ten years." Meka sighed. "I'll think of something.. I know I will I'm just.. undecided you know? Velveteen didn't really go for my.. 'I'll turn my whole damn family plan'. Apparently having my 80 year old Mamaw as a vampire aint such a good idea." Standing Meka approached the woman. "You got his number.. I swear, I will work it out. Gambling might work.. Hell, I don't know. I gotta work it out in my brain.. something that'll work. Hey, but thanks... for letting me know. For taking the time to mind. I appreciate it. You know, when you're not shooting at eachother with out paintbugs or... fake swords and ****." she finished, making a little funny to lighten the mood. "But I better get that number and get going.. I got some stuff to think about."
* Aura sat back in her chair her legs crossing at the knee as she absentmindedly bobbed her foot to the music playing in the background of her store. She could easily see the frustration in the woman, the conflicting emotions between weighting out the pro and cons of making contact, “I’ll give you the number… But, if you do decide to do the gambling excuse, which I think will work… I can merely tell him I spotted you at the casino, adding to the story hell you could even be sitting at a slot of black jack table… I want this to work out for you, I really do. You’re not only a fun chick to chase around the city but you’re a fellow owlet, a Ty member. A sister to me is you will, I have your back. Keep me posted on the details, I’d love to know the outcome of this adventure.” She reached for a napkin clicking the end of her pen. She wasted no time in scribbling his number down for her and handing over the pink napkin, “Don’t be a stranger Meka… I have some new video games you might enjoy.” [day_potv]
‹Tameka Vassey› "Sounds perfect. Since I haven't decided yet, I might take you up on that offer." It was weird really, not jumping at the chance to see her brother. She missed him like crazy, hell she even missed Malcolm, even if he was sometimes a pain in the ***. But Day, Day under any other circumstance would have been the first person she'd have talked to about all this. He would have been her sounding board and the one person who could help her see a way to make it all work. They had been two against the world. It's why Daddy had made Meka move into the same building as her brother, and why she'd had a key to his place and when he'd been on location (doing whatever the hell it was PI's did) she'd let herself in to steal his **** (usually milk, chips and the odd soft drink). Except, now, now she just didn't know. "You know Aura, when this is all done.. I'm gonna need a night in.. playing some ****.. so maybe later? We can do something? " she offered before taking the number and pocketing it. It hadn't changed, his number and Meka sighed. "I better go... talk soon Aura." She finished distracted, her thoughts far away. Walking to the door she unlocks it, turns and gives the other woman a quick smile. "The **** we get into right?" she joked, lifted her hand and walked out.
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Re: Comings and Goings [Tytonidae]
Velveteen: Velveteen was still kinda laughing to herself as the elevator door opened. Everything was just nuts. People were nuts and it only seemed to be going downhill a little more each night. She tilted her head as she tried to sense her husband and couldn't. She wondered where he might be and figured he was likely not far as she shrugged off her jacket and and tossed it on the table along with her gun. Her head tilted a little as she stood stock still. She had thought she heard something but shrugged when the sound didn't happen again.
Meka: Meka still felt all loose and floppy like coitus had made her limbs into wobbly things that made her feel a bit disconnected from the rest. Man she loved that feeling. It also meant she was in one hell of a good mood. Despite that good mood though, she did have a few questions, mostly vampire ones and since she figured Axel was ill equipped to answer them being even younger at this whole vampire thing as her, she sought out the only woman who would. Her sire.
She hadn’t been up to this level before but she knew it was here and she knew that Velveteen and Micah made this their ‘space’. When the elevator opened she stepped out and called out, cause, that seemed like the polite thing to do. All she heard was an echo… and silence and looking about it became clear that no one was here, except her, herself and her shadow. Stepping out she peered around the place, moving haltingly at first cause, it felt like she was intruding but becoming more brave as she realized that it wouldn’t have been open to everyone if everyone weren’t allowed to mooch about.
When she found the hot tub it was like nirvana found and it seemed like an open invitation to strip to her black undies and matching bra (she wasn’t brave enough to go all out nude) and jump on in. So she did. Dunking her head into the steaming hot water she sighed deeply, sluicing the water off her forehead before leaning back. She started singing because, it was like being in a bathtub and Meka liked to sing and she liked country and she sang both, badly and country with her head cocked to the side she heard a sound but disregarded it, and kicked back her head pillowed on the edge of the hot tub.
Velveteen: Velveteen's brow furrowed. There was that noise again. She moved in the direction that she thought it was coming from . Confusion contorted her features a little. She was almost certain that it wasn't Micah but...no one else came here. Not uninvited anyway. She looked back at the table where her gun now lay and half regretted leaving it behind though surely if it was a real threat they wouldn't have suddenly burst out into song. Velveteen winced at the god awful noise and narrowed her gaze. That voice sounded familiar. "MEEKKAA!! You better have clothes on woman!" She said loudly enough before appearing in the doorway.
Meka: Meka grinned widely and lifted her hand out of the water "Hey there!" She replied, "Course I aint naked, what the hell kind of girl do you think I am. I aint going to go jumping in no hot tubs with no closes on. Especially when there aint no locks on the door. You know anyone can come on up here? Naked indeed… hell no, I got my panties and bra on… that’s like having a bathing suit… sorta.” Peeking down into the water she checked out the goods, making sure the black material hadn’t decided to become see through after being introduced to water then remembering herself she looks back at her sire. “And.. HEY There! I totally needed to come see you about stuff…. And was.. waiting for you.”
Velveteen: The woman had some sort of verbal affliction. As soon as she opened her mouth words came ou and they went on and on, though granted....tonight didn’t seems as bad as others for whatever reason. The woman appeared to be in a rather good mood and vel couldn't help but wonder what that was about. Most recently it seemed the most she saw of Meka was her middle finger. "Oh? What sort of stuff? " She asked with a crooked grin as she neared the hot top and took a seat on one the wooden steps. "What trouble you got yourself into this time?"
Meka: "Ohhh no trouble.... or GOOD trouble." she replied, coming over to the edge closest to where Vel sat and hung over the edge with her arms crossed and her chin rested on top. “Which actually, is sorta why I needed to talk to you.. I mean, I’m SO glad I’m having sex again and you’re probably right, I’m glad I didn’t hook up with any human dudes, cause I swear I’d probably have broken their backs in a reverse cowgirl… can you imagine, just rocking and rollin’ and SNAP… dude is like paraplegic or some ****..so yeah, that was a good call on your part… now human men, but …. If I AM doing the dirty… I need to know some things like… you know… THINGS?” she finished, giving Vel a long and pregnant look as if the woman would know exactly what the hell Meka needed. Meka assuming of course, Vel being a female would just know exactly what that was.
Velveteen: Her brow shot up. So Meka was *******. Well...good for her though Velveteen failed how to see this was any of her business. She wasn't entirely sure she wanted to know. The last time Meka discussed her sexual hab-.....yep there it was. Yehaaw Snap! Her silver hues narrowed a little and she shook her head. "It seems to me you know all there is to know and then some Meka....what could you possibly want from me?"
Meka: “I don’t need you to tell me how to .. DO IT.” She laughed, kicking her feet out behind her, limited by the nature of the fact it was a hot tub and not really designed for full body lounging. Actually, it was a hell of a lot more complicated than that cause she wasn’t really sure about the rest of it. The logistics of, their powers and what exactly could crop up if ****… happened. And it was this that Meka needed to know cause, she didn’t want to up and get some sort of weird Vampire STD. “I … well, the thing of it is… is he’s got… bugs.” Stopping Meka’s face scrunched up at how that sounded and wondered if there really was any good way of describing exactly what went on below Axel’s skin without it sounding as really horrific as it was.
The dude had maggots, for real, parasitic type beings, crawling around under his skin.“And these bugs, well, when I touch them, they seem to die…. Which I **** you not, freaks me the hell out, which actually, we need to talk about that too, cause… I weren’t a bit greeny type person, but I aint never killed stuff by touching it before… but you know.. his bugs, are they… catchy? You think” she asked, in all seriousness. Meka, really, really really, needed to know.
Velveteen: Velveteen stared open mouthed at the woman and was obviously having a hard time processing what she was hearing. She held up her hands, a silent plea for quiet as she thought it over. "Hang on a minute. You fucked Axel? You can't like....go and barter your wares outside the faction? Damnit Meka...just... that is seriously not a good idea!" That was about as far as she had gotten in all honesty. She couldn't even begin to comprehend the rest just yet.
Meka: To her credit Meka had the presence of mind to look abashed at the fact Vel had caught on to the who, and wasn’t really that surprised she connected the dots, cause really, how many dudes were there running around with parasites under their skin. Not many. If any. And she supposed she could see where Vel was coming from considering he was on the Bridge and all, and bonking the new recruits probably wasn’t the best way to go about it. But in her defense he was pretty cute, in that hot punk rocker, bad *** white guy sort of fashion and she had to admit she felt all bad *** by association just by having a go at it. And since she figured Vel didn’t want to hear either of those rather weak rationalizations she sorta shrugged. “It just… happened.”
She then said, wincing when she realized her words weren’t really helping matters. Lifting her hands out of the water she sorta wiggled them in the direction of the tree branches that were hanging close keeping them there as the leaves on closest to her started to wilt and turn brown. “But LOOK!! I got like.. death juju touch… things just DIE when I touch them… including that stuff he’s got under his skin and we were conducting experiments.. you know, like, how long does it take for them to die.. and well, is it skin to skin and…” her words dribbled off and she gave Vel another helpless shrug as if fate had something to answer for and not her.
"Why is it such a bad idea?" she then asked, being as meek as she could possibly be seeing as she figured, she probably was the one in the wrong here and it didn't hurt to be a little bit humble about it all.
Velveteen: Vel just kinda stared at her, slowly shaking her hhead from side to her side. Her mouth opened and closed a few times which kinda only made her look like a fish out of water. Truth be told, she kinda felt like one right now. "You know...I watched Jesse breath life into some almost dead fungi last night. Looks like you do exactly the opposite. I...dunno what to tell you there. I have never seen that before. But perhaps I should have jesse follow you around and fix all the **** you kill." She chewed at the inside of her cheek for a thoughtful moment and then clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth. "And just because. It's not....cool." She knew she had a reason she just...couldn't think of it right now.
Meka: Meka still felt all loose and floppy like coitus had made her limbs into wobbly things that made her feel a bit disconnected from the rest. Man she loved that feeling. It also meant she was in one hell of a good mood. Despite that good mood though, she did have a few questions, mostly vampire ones and since she figured Axel was ill equipped to answer them being even younger at this whole vampire thing as her, she sought out the only woman who would. Her sire.
She hadn’t been up to this level before but she knew it was here and she knew that Velveteen and Micah made this their ‘space’. When the elevator opened she stepped out and called out, cause, that seemed like the polite thing to do. All she heard was an echo… and silence and looking about it became clear that no one was here, except her, herself and her shadow. Stepping out she peered around the place, moving haltingly at first cause, it felt like she was intruding but becoming more brave as she realized that it wouldn’t have been open to everyone if everyone weren’t allowed to mooch about.
When she found the hot tub it was like nirvana found and it seemed like an open invitation to strip to her black undies and matching bra (she wasn’t brave enough to go all out nude) and jump on in. So she did. Dunking her head into the steaming hot water she sighed deeply, sluicing the water off her forehead before leaning back. She started singing because, it was like being in a bathtub and Meka liked to sing and she liked country and she sang both, badly and country with her head cocked to the side she heard a sound but disregarded it, and kicked back her head pillowed on the edge of the hot tub.
Velveteen: Velveteen's brow furrowed. There was that noise again. She moved in the direction that she thought it was coming from . Confusion contorted her features a little. She was almost certain that it wasn't Micah but...no one else came here. Not uninvited anyway. She looked back at the table where her gun now lay and half regretted leaving it behind though surely if it was a real threat they wouldn't have suddenly burst out into song. Velveteen winced at the god awful noise and narrowed her gaze. That voice sounded familiar. "MEEKKAA!! You better have clothes on woman!" She said loudly enough before appearing in the doorway.
Meka: Meka grinned widely and lifted her hand out of the water "Hey there!" She replied, "Course I aint naked, what the hell kind of girl do you think I am. I aint going to go jumping in no hot tubs with no closes on. Especially when there aint no locks on the door. You know anyone can come on up here? Naked indeed… hell no, I got my panties and bra on… that’s like having a bathing suit… sorta.” Peeking down into the water she checked out the goods, making sure the black material hadn’t decided to become see through after being introduced to water then remembering herself she looks back at her sire. “And.. HEY There! I totally needed to come see you about stuff…. And was.. waiting for you.”
Velveteen: The woman had some sort of verbal affliction. As soon as she opened her mouth words came ou and they went on and on, though granted....tonight didn’t seems as bad as others for whatever reason. The woman appeared to be in a rather good mood and vel couldn't help but wonder what that was about. Most recently it seemed the most she saw of Meka was her middle finger. "Oh? What sort of stuff? " She asked with a crooked grin as she neared the hot top and took a seat on one the wooden steps. "What trouble you got yourself into this time?"
Meka: "Ohhh no trouble.... or GOOD trouble." she replied, coming over to the edge closest to where Vel sat and hung over the edge with her arms crossed and her chin rested on top. “Which actually, is sorta why I needed to talk to you.. I mean, I’m SO glad I’m having sex again and you’re probably right, I’m glad I didn’t hook up with any human dudes, cause I swear I’d probably have broken their backs in a reverse cowgirl… can you imagine, just rocking and rollin’ and SNAP… dude is like paraplegic or some ****..so yeah, that was a good call on your part… now human men, but …. If I AM doing the dirty… I need to know some things like… you know… THINGS?” she finished, giving Vel a long and pregnant look as if the woman would know exactly what the hell Meka needed. Meka assuming of course, Vel being a female would just know exactly what that was.
Velveteen: Her brow shot up. So Meka was *******. Well...good for her though Velveteen failed how to see this was any of her business. She wasn't entirely sure she wanted to know. The last time Meka discussed her sexual hab-.....yep there it was. Yehaaw Snap! Her silver hues narrowed a little and she shook her head. "It seems to me you know all there is to know and then some Meka....what could you possibly want from me?"
Meka: “I don’t need you to tell me how to .. DO IT.” She laughed, kicking her feet out behind her, limited by the nature of the fact it was a hot tub and not really designed for full body lounging. Actually, it was a hell of a lot more complicated than that cause she wasn’t really sure about the rest of it. The logistics of, their powers and what exactly could crop up if ****… happened. And it was this that Meka needed to know cause, she didn’t want to up and get some sort of weird Vampire STD. “I … well, the thing of it is… is he’s got… bugs.” Stopping Meka’s face scrunched up at how that sounded and wondered if there really was any good way of describing exactly what went on below Axel’s skin without it sounding as really horrific as it was.
The dude had maggots, for real, parasitic type beings, crawling around under his skin.“And these bugs, well, when I touch them, they seem to die…. Which I **** you not, freaks me the hell out, which actually, we need to talk about that too, cause… I weren’t a bit greeny type person, but I aint never killed stuff by touching it before… but you know.. his bugs, are they… catchy? You think” she asked, in all seriousness. Meka, really, really really, needed to know.
Velveteen: Velveteen stared open mouthed at the woman and was obviously having a hard time processing what she was hearing. She held up her hands, a silent plea for quiet as she thought it over. "Hang on a minute. You fucked Axel? You can't like....go and barter your wares outside the faction? Damnit Meka...just... that is seriously not a good idea!" That was about as far as she had gotten in all honesty. She couldn't even begin to comprehend the rest just yet.
Meka: To her credit Meka had the presence of mind to look abashed at the fact Vel had caught on to the who, and wasn’t really that surprised she connected the dots, cause really, how many dudes were there running around with parasites under their skin. Not many. If any. And she supposed she could see where Vel was coming from considering he was on the Bridge and all, and bonking the new recruits probably wasn’t the best way to go about it. But in her defense he was pretty cute, in that hot punk rocker, bad *** white guy sort of fashion and she had to admit she felt all bad *** by association just by having a go at it. And since she figured Vel didn’t want to hear either of those rather weak rationalizations she sorta shrugged. “It just… happened.”
She then said, wincing when she realized her words weren’t really helping matters. Lifting her hands out of the water she sorta wiggled them in the direction of the tree branches that were hanging close keeping them there as the leaves on closest to her started to wilt and turn brown. “But LOOK!! I got like.. death juju touch… things just DIE when I touch them… including that stuff he’s got under his skin and we were conducting experiments.. you know, like, how long does it take for them to die.. and well, is it skin to skin and…” her words dribbled off and she gave Vel another helpless shrug as if fate had something to answer for and not her.
"Why is it such a bad idea?" she then asked, being as meek as she could possibly be seeing as she figured, she probably was the one in the wrong here and it didn't hurt to be a little bit humble about it all.
Velveteen: Vel just kinda stared at her, slowly shaking her hhead from side to her side. Her mouth opened and closed a few times which kinda only made her look like a fish out of water. Truth be told, she kinda felt like one right now. "You know...I watched Jesse breath life into some almost dead fungi last night. Looks like you do exactly the opposite. I...dunno what to tell you there. I have never seen that before. But perhaps I should have jesse follow you around and fix all the **** you kill." She chewed at the inside of her cheek for a thoughtful moment and then clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth. "And just because. It's not....cool." She knew she had a reason she just...couldn't think of it right now.
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Re: Comings and Goings [Tytonidae]
Meka: She couldn’t really regret jumping into the sack with Axel. He was a refreshing change from her current pace of kill kill kill, rest, kill kill kill. Now she could, for however long it lasted, insert, screw screw screw into that equation and a girl needed a bit of that sort of spice in her life to keep things interesting. “Well, probably I shoulda waited until he was off the Bridge for reals… but it’s only a bit of fun, it aint like we’re getting married or nothing, we’re just… playing at a little horizontal twister is all. But that bug thing, it got me worried, like, since he’s putting his thing in my thing, it aint gonna infect my *** with some sort of buggy rotovirus is it? Cause… I’m thinking that would… not be so good. No matter how good he is in the sack, and..”
Meka grinned then, her arms refolding themselves on the edge of the tub and her chin returning to prop itself on it. “… and he’s pretty damn good. Maybe I should try out more of these… punk rocker dudes, they got… good hip action. And what do you mean anyway… barter my wares! Did I not ASK you to find me someone… that was like, months ago. How long a dry spell did you think I was gonna have before I just took matters in my own damn hands anyway… ”
Velveteen: "You could have done it elsewhere, not jumped the first initiate to walk through the door." She eyed her curiously. You know...I honestly can't say. Maybe you could end up full of bugs too. Wouldn't that be....fun." Velveteen leaned in closer to look into the other woman's eyes. "Maybe you are already infected. How desperate you gotta be to sleep with a guy whose skin literally crawls anyway? Jesus....you'll be humping zombies and digging up the dead soon."
Meka: Meka narrowed her eyes and gave Velveteen the evil eyeballs, the kind a friend gives another one when they know they’re talking out their *** and then ‘Hurrmph’d” at her with a specific sound of derision. “Well, if you aint gonna be serious, I can go somewhere else to ask.. I’m for reals. I mean, I have to admit, the bugs gave me pause, lots of pauses but…” she didn’t wiggle her fingers at Velveteen again but she paused in her talking long enough to think it, which was sorta the same thing. “.. I got this death to bugs touch thing.. it sorta all worked out.”
“I prefer to think of it as convenience rather than desperation. Now you just saying that so I don’t ride his wild pony no more… or are you being serious… and what about my death touch thing? I swear… it might have been a positive to my current hoochie humping but I don’t know… it feels like I might be one of the signs of the coming apocalypse or something.. touch of death. Good God!”
"Maybe... I could help.. all the initiates." and with that quick change of subject she wiggled her eyebrow at her Sire with a cheeky smile.
Velveteen: Velveteen dropped her head into her hand and pressed at her forehead with the tips of fingers. The topic itself was just....she wasnt even sure what the topic was. Meka's killing things with a touch, her possibly contracting bugs? or her general need to start humping all the fresh meat. She rolled her eyes upward to spy the woman and literally groaned. "I don't even know....what you're asking and no....I;m sure the initiates will do just fine without your brand of...tutelage. Jesus woman. I don;t need to be talking to these people and have images of you doing the reverse cowgirl and going yeehaw on their asses. Just No.”
"Now....as for your death touch thingy, I have no idea whats going on there or how Jesse did what he did. I may know someone who does though. I will get in touch with her and see what I can find out. As for the bugs? I don't know. Maybe a lysol douche might help." She gave her childe a rather perplexed look and lifted her shoulders in an uncertain shrug. "Well...it probably wouldn't hurt? Unless that death touch thing is also active in your...." She waved her hand through the air dismissively. "Hooch?"
Meka: Meka shook her head at how easy it was to make Velveteen blabber on. Sometimes she wondered if the woman was a closet prude. It sure didn’t take much pushing to make the woman swallow her own tongue except her faith was restored when Vel started to speak again and she listened nodding. “You’re right.. I mean, I aint putting no cleaning products up the love tunnel but you gotta good point. If I got me the death touch, sure as hell must mean nothing gonna live on the inside.” Shaking her head Meka threw off the case of heebie jeebies just the thought of it gave her. God knows, she really wasn’t a bug loving person and it would not have bode well for her continued access to orgasm if she found out his bug thing was catchy. With this rather back handed suggestion Velveteen had assured Meka of her inability to catch said bugs and she was happy with that.
“And you know I’m just joking about the initiates… I don’t think you can accuse me of being a lap lizard just cause I did the hoochie waaa laaa with Axel.. one time don’t a ho make. Girl gotta have a bit of fun. But, a girl gotta be smart too and as long as I can’t get myself no fade monster and I can’t catch his.. bugs, then I think we’re all good.” Standing Meka hauled herself out of the tub and walked past her sire in all her dripping and undies wearing glory. “You really don’t want me doing Axel? For reals?” She asked seriously, looking around for a freaking towel.
Velveteen: "You're a grown *** woman. I can't tell who you can and can't be grinding on..as long as it's not my husband." She waved her hand toward the door. "In the bathroom, I think you will find what you are looking for. You are supposed to grab one before you get in." She shook her head and set her focus on the wet footprints that littered the wooden decking. "But if you go making things awkward...You will hear about!"
Meka: Meka had already ducked out of the hot tub room into the bathroom and was rubbing herself down with the towel as Vel spoke and through the door Meka answered. “Well, this grown woman is having a ball grinding on the grown man.” Scrubbing the towel over her face she then wrapped it around her head and piled it on top before heading back to where Vel was, and her clothes. Seeing as she’d need those. Instead of putting them on she just picked them up and slung them over her arm. She was only about 2 minutes from her Hut down the elevator so she saw no good reason to put her dry clothes on over her wet underwear. “It aint gonna be awkward… we’re gonna have fun and when we don’t want to… we’re going to stop. Hey, speaking of which, can we use… the tub.” She asked with an arch look.
Velveteen: She had become lost in her thoughts about the touch thing and wondering what it could mean when Meka commandeered her attention once more and it took a moment for the words to be filtered and processed. Her eyes panned sideways to the heated water and she arched a brow. "Us the tub for what? You aren't having buggy, rotting death sex in there. Jesus....what if Axel turns to maggot soup?"
Meka: Meka answered in the only way a woman could, with blissfully adroit savoir faire, as if being told her current **** buddy could turn into maggot mush in the hot tub was nothing at all. In fact she wholly suspected Velveteen of doing it on purpose to give her more jeebies to pile on the heebies she already had. So with the deepest southern drawl that spoke of a lifetime in the Southern swelter she’d never actually experienced, she answered. “Well, for the sake of experimentation I think it’s my civic duty as a professional medical practitioner to undertake such important studies….. just so we can know for sure, exactly what we are getting ourselves… into.” She finished with a smirk. “Come ON, Hot Tub sex is … GREAT”
"If it'll make you feel better, I'll tell you all about it .... after."
Velveteen: "You are sonographer! Besides, Micah and I fucked in there last week. You really wanna go there?" She grinned then, unable to help herself. "And no..I don't want to hear about it. In fact...I don't even want to think about it. I don;t want to think about you doing...whatever it is you do while I'm in there with my husband." She shook her head. "Nah....you are gonna have to find another hot tub I think sis."
Meka: “Ew.” Meka replied, giving her shoulders a shake. “Don’t be telling me about your sex life. Just EW.” She said with a laugh, balancing her towel on her head and making her way to the door. “If you can get that woman you’re gonna talk to about that.. touch thing, that would be great.” She replied, about as seriously as she ever got. “I’m thinking, I should probably know more about that before I kill off more than just bugs and bits of your tree house.” At the door she held onto the frame and smiled at the woman. “My brother is a vampire now… sired under someone I don’t know… you don’t have to worry about him no more. Maybe later, we can talk about that.. you know, when I’m not wet … in my panties and all.”
Velveteen: She couldn't help but arch a brow. The last time they talked about her brother it didn't go so well. She simply nodded her acknowledgment and figured Meka would tell her in good time. Again she shook her head and laughed. "I don't want to here about your wet panties any more than you wanna heard about my sex life. But if you keep going...I;m so gonna spilling my guts."
Meka: With a smile Meka sailed out, figuring (probably correctly) that there didnt need anymore words said on either of those subjects. She made it to her own Hut unaccosted and no one (she hoped) seeing her trawling through the Eyrie in just her undies like she was doing some walk of shame.
Meka grinned then, her arms refolding themselves on the edge of the tub and her chin returning to prop itself on it. “… and he’s pretty damn good. Maybe I should try out more of these… punk rocker dudes, they got… good hip action. And what do you mean anyway… barter my wares! Did I not ASK you to find me someone… that was like, months ago. How long a dry spell did you think I was gonna have before I just took matters in my own damn hands anyway… ”
Velveteen: "You could have done it elsewhere, not jumped the first initiate to walk through the door." She eyed her curiously. You know...I honestly can't say. Maybe you could end up full of bugs too. Wouldn't that be....fun." Velveteen leaned in closer to look into the other woman's eyes. "Maybe you are already infected. How desperate you gotta be to sleep with a guy whose skin literally crawls anyway? Jesus....you'll be humping zombies and digging up the dead soon."
Meka: Meka narrowed her eyes and gave Velveteen the evil eyeballs, the kind a friend gives another one when they know they’re talking out their *** and then ‘Hurrmph’d” at her with a specific sound of derision. “Well, if you aint gonna be serious, I can go somewhere else to ask.. I’m for reals. I mean, I have to admit, the bugs gave me pause, lots of pauses but…” she didn’t wiggle her fingers at Velveteen again but she paused in her talking long enough to think it, which was sorta the same thing. “.. I got this death to bugs touch thing.. it sorta all worked out.”
“I prefer to think of it as convenience rather than desperation. Now you just saying that so I don’t ride his wild pony no more… or are you being serious… and what about my death touch thing? I swear… it might have been a positive to my current hoochie humping but I don’t know… it feels like I might be one of the signs of the coming apocalypse or something.. touch of death. Good God!”
"Maybe... I could help.. all the initiates." and with that quick change of subject she wiggled her eyebrow at her Sire with a cheeky smile.
Velveteen: Velveteen dropped her head into her hand and pressed at her forehead with the tips of fingers. The topic itself was just....she wasnt even sure what the topic was. Meka's killing things with a touch, her possibly contracting bugs? or her general need to start humping all the fresh meat. She rolled her eyes upward to spy the woman and literally groaned. "I don't even know....what you're asking and no....I;m sure the initiates will do just fine without your brand of...tutelage. Jesus woman. I don;t need to be talking to these people and have images of you doing the reverse cowgirl and going yeehaw on their asses. Just No.”
"Now....as for your death touch thingy, I have no idea whats going on there or how Jesse did what he did. I may know someone who does though. I will get in touch with her and see what I can find out. As for the bugs? I don't know. Maybe a lysol douche might help." She gave her childe a rather perplexed look and lifted her shoulders in an uncertain shrug. "Well...it probably wouldn't hurt? Unless that death touch thing is also active in your...." She waved her hand through the air dismissively. "Hooch?"
Meka: Meka shook her head at how easy it was to make Velveteen blabber on. Sometimes she wondered if the woman was a closet prude. It sure didn’t take much pushing to make the woman swallow her own tongue except her faith was restored when Vel started to speak again and she listened nodding. “You’re right.. I mean, I aint putting no cleaning products up the love tunnel but you gotta good point. If I got me the death touch, sure as hell must mean nothing gonna live on the inside.” Shaking her head Meka threw off the case of heebie jeebies just the thought of it gave her. God knows, she really wasn’t a bug loving person and it would not have bode well for her continued access to orgasm if she found out his bug thing was catchy. With this rather back handed suggestion Velveteen had assured Meka of her inability to catch said bugs and she was happy with that.
“And you know I’m just joking about the initiates… I don’t think you can accuse me of being a lap lizard just cause I did the hoochie waaa laaa with Axel.. one time don’t a ho make. Girl gotta have a bit of fun. But, a girl gotta be smart too and as long as I can’t get myself no fade monster and I can’t catch his.. bugs, then I think we’re all good.” Standing Meka hauled herself out of the tub and walked past her sire in all her dripping and undies wearing glory. “You really don’t want me doing Axel? For reals?” She asked seriously, looking around for a freaking towel.
Velveteen: "You're a grown *** woman. I can't tell who you can and can't be grinding on..as long as it's not my husband." She waved her hand toward the door. "In the bathroom, I think you will find what you are looking for. You are supposed to grab one before you get in." She shook her head and set her focus on the wet footprints that littered the wooden decking. "But if you go making things awkward...You will hear about!"
Meka: Meka had already ducked out of the hot tub room into the bathroom and was rubbing herself down with the towel as Vel spoke and through the door Meka answered. “Well, this grown woman is having a ball grinding on the grown man.” Scrubbing the towel over her face she then wrapped it around her head and piled it on top before heading back to where Vel was, and her clothes. Seeing as she’d need those. Instead of putting them on she just picked them up and slung them over her arm. She was only about 2 minutes from her Hut down the elevator so she saw no good reason to put her dry clothes on over her wet underwear. “It aint gonna be awkward… we’re gonna have fun and when we don’t want to… we’re going to stop. Hey, speaking of which, can we use… the tub.” She asked with an arch look.
Velveteen: She had become lost in her thoughts about the touch thing and wondering what it could mean when Meka commandeered her attention once more and it took a moment for the words to be filtered and processed. Her eyes panned sideways to the heated water and she arched a brow. "Us the tub for what? You aren't having buggy, rotting death sex in there. Jesus....what if Axel turns to maggot soup?"
Meka: Meka answered in the only way a woman could, with blissfully adroit savoir faire, as if being told her current **** buddy could turn into maggot mush in the hot tub was nothing at all. In fact she wholly suspected Velveteen of doing it on purpose to give her more jeebies to pile on the heebies she already had. So with the deepest southern drawl that spoke of a lifetime in the Southern swelter she’d never actually experienced, she answered. “Well, for the sake of experimentation I think it’s my civic duty as a professional medical practitioner to undertake such important studies….. just so we can know for sure, exactly what we are getting ourselves… into.” She finished with a smirk. “Come ON, Hot Tub sex is … GREAT”
"If it'll make you feel better, I'll tell you all about it .... after."
Velveteen: "You are sonographer! Besides, Micah and I fucked in there last week. You really wanna go there?" She grinned then, unable to help herself. "And no..I don't want to hear about it. In fact...I don't even want to think about it. I don;t want to think about you doing...whatever it is you do while I'm in there with my husband." She shook her head. "Nah....you are gonna have to find another hot tub I think sis."
Meka: “Ew.” Meka replied, giving her shoulders a shake. “Don’t be telling me about your sex life. Just EW.” She said with a laugh, balancing her towel on her head and making her way to the door. “If you can get that woman you’re gonna talk to about that.. touch thing, that would be great.” She replied, about as seriously as she ever got. “I’m thinking, I should probably know more about that before I kill off more than just bugs and bits of your tree house.” At the door she held onto the frame and smiled at the woman. “My brother is a vampire now… sired under someone I don’t know… you don’t have to worry about him no more. Maybe later, we can talk about that.. you know, when I’m not wet … in my panties and all.”
Velveteen: She couldn't help but arch a brow. The last time they talked about her brother it didn't go so well. She simply nodded her acknowledgment and figured Meka would tell her in good time. Again she shook her head and laughed. "I don't want to here about your wet panties any more than you wanna heard about my sex life. But if you keep going...I;m so gonna spilling my guts."
Meka: With a smile Meka sailed out, figuring (probably correctly) that there didnt need anymore words said on either of those subjects. She made it to her own Hut unaccosted and no one (she hoped) seeing her trawling through the Eyrie in just her undies like she was doing some walk of shame.
Some people will never like us...
And we will never give a ****.
"Days since last **** was given: 2,276"
And we will never give a ****.
"Days since last **** was given: 2,276"
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Re: Comings and Goings [Tytonidae]
--The following transcript was a live chat roleplay--
<Tameka Vassey> Meka had grown up with two brothers and had that relationship had pretty much dictated her whole life. She was surrounded by their friends, both older and younger and by virtue of being adopted by both groups she had a harder rougher edge to her. Before she figured out they had different dangly bits than her (around the age of 12) she had blithely believed herself an equal of them all, better even. She was comfortable with the ribald behaviour of men who were comfortable with one another and was gave as good as she took. In fact, she made a sport of it.
When she’d finally figured out their dangly bits were fun to play with (that happened around 17 cause she was old enough to fend off her brothers (mostly Day) who would garrotte anyone who sniffed around her) and she’d found her femininity, she used it as a weapon and a tool. Because she hung out with the dudes and the dudes had a blasé outlook on stuff like that so she adopted it. Of course, she kept that bit a secret from her brothers cause a) Day will kill a man and b) Malcolm would nark to their mother. It just meant she had a hard time relating to people who weren’t as comfortable with it and… sadly, meant she tended to rub people the wrong way.
Like tonight, up in the Eyrie. She hadn’t even known there was something going on and walking in on an event she realised she hadn’t been invited to had hurt but then to talk in on them talking about her being blown up like it was a funny anecdote to amuse themselves with had stung too. Once Micah started in on her she couldn’t hold her tongue. Why they think they could treat her that way. Or that others could jump on the same wagon Micah drove and treat her like that and call her names. So she did what she’d always done. She went on the offensive. She watched Velveteen’s face drop but she’d be damned if she’d let herself be bullied first by Micah, then by that new girl Zodiac and followed by the dropped comments of Every only to be accosted by Doc when he walked in. She wasn’t their punching bag and she wouldn’t let them treat her that way.
Except, here she was… alone again. And she really didn’t want to be. Her brothers would understand and they’d support her standing up for herself, but they weren’t there. And as much as she needed to not give in, she felt like if she didn’t, she’d be a pariah in the only group she had to be a part of. That probably meant kissing Micah’s *** some, even when he told stories about blowing her up and treating her like she was retarded. But pride did that and Meka had her fair share of that.
But maybe that had to change too. Cause, her pride wasn’t gonna help her adjust to this world, and it wasn’t going to help her find her place in Tytonidae. With a sigh she walked through the streets of Harper Rock. She’d just left the Eyrie, moping slowly towards the Catacombs her expression pensive. She had some thinking to do and she had some more changing to do too she didn’t doubt and none of it was going to be easy.
* Jesse Fforde || I know I’m subject to having a bit of attitude, sometimes. I know I can infuriate people quite a bit with my knowing smiles and my vague shrugs. Sometimes I put on a bit of an act—but I’ve learned that it’s better to come across as mysterious rather than as an idiot. And if I come across as an idiot, then so be it—I can catch people unaware, catch them off guard, and teach them a thing or two about making wrong assumptions about people that they do not understand.
I’ve grown up being able to take quite a bit. Kids teased me in school. My parents’ concern soon turned into scorn; my father often calling me a dipshit and a fuckwit, because he did not understand how I could have the full faculty of speech one day, only to lose it the next. He knew it was psychological. The few psychiatrists I was forced to see told me it was a coping mechanism – that my father took it upon himself, that he was, in fact, angry at himself because he couldn’t do anything to fix me.
Yeah, okay. Sure. Makes sense when my actual parents are concerned. But I cannot get that conversation with Phoenix out of my head. How she was so adamant that she didn’t, in fact, just see me as a tool in her belt, an extra weapon added to her coterie – a badge to add to her ego and her pride. When all I ever felt from her was a teasing disbelief, because she does not understand that I am, indeed, psychologically fucked. That I cannot just turn it off at will, like she seemingly expected me to do. Or was it that never believed me to begin with, that it’s not something that I can help?
I let it slip, of course. I let her keep at her jabbing and her teasing. It didn’t really do any harm, until she forced me to choose. And now she doesn’t like the outcome? **** her. Seriously. And I should be able to just forget about it and move on. But I haven’t. It continues to irritate me, crawling beneath my skin, poisonous fury stilted and brewing. I’m keeping a straight face for those offering their sympathy, even though all I want to do is bite off their fingers.
Yes, I am prone to my moments of irritation, due to that never-ending bloodlust. That constant and demanding hunger. But this, this goes far beyond anything I’ve ever felt before. It finds me stalking the streets, rather than the sewers or the catacombs. A sly **** of a ******** lures me into a dark corner, offering me money for my blood. I don’t even play with him. I pull out my sword and chop his head clean from his shoulders. I want to scream at him. And I can’t. I drop his head and start kicking at his motionless body—kicking, until I fall to my knees and start pummelling, until the torso begins to resemble pulp.
<Tameka Vassey> She had this vague idea she’d follow Jesse and kiss and make up. Okay, not the kissing part. Why people decided to assume she was a ho just because she had sex was beyond her, but it was the euphemism she embraced after she spotted his stalking self and turned to give passive chase. She’d slowly unpacked her summer clothes, putting them away and opting for light jeans and a sleeved T-Shirt. It was bright blue and had a Smurfette on it. It was loose enough that it hid her gun, the sword she’d left in her hut.
Moving into the alley behind him she’d had this idealistic thought that she could start mending bridges one broken strut at a time. Jesse being the lucky convenient strut she’d spotted right after she’d made that momentous decision. She hadn’t really had much to do with Jesse. Not since that time in the sewers with the blonde girl but she wasn’t stupid, it seemed pretty clear then that he had no time for her altruistic sign language leanings.
<Tameka Vassey> Meka had grown up with two brothers and had that relationship had pretty much dictated her whole life. She was surrounded by their friends, both older and younger and by virtue of being adopted by both groups she had a harder rougher edge to her. Before she figured out they had different dangly bits than her (around the age of 12) she had blithely believed herself an equal of them all, better even. She was comfortable with the ribald behaviour of men who were comfortable with one another and was gave as good as she took. In fact, she made a sport of it.
When she’d finally figured out their dangly bits were fun to play with (that happened around 17 cause she was old enough to fend off her brothers (mostly Day) who would garrotte anyone who sniffed around her) and she’d found her femininity, she used it as a weapon and a tool. Because she hung out with the dudes and the dudes had a blasé outlook on stuff like that so she adopted it. Of course, she kept that bit a secret from her brothers cause a) Day will kill a man and b) Malcolm would nark to their mother. It just meant she had a hard time relating to people who weren’t as comfortable with it and… sadly, meant she tended to rub people the wrong way.
Like tonight, up in the Eyrie. She hadn’t even known there was something going on and walking in on an event she realised she hadn’t been invited to had hurt but then to talk in on them talking about her being blown up like it was a funny anecdote to amuse themselves with had stung too. Once Micah started in on her she couldn’t hold her tongue. Why they think they could treat her that way. Or that others could jump on the same wagon Micah drove and treat her like that and call her names. So she did what she’d always done. She went on the offensive. She watched Velveteen’s face drop but she’d be damned if she’d let herself be bullied first by Micah, then by that new girl Zodiac and followed by the dropped comments of Every only to be accosted by Doc when he walked in. She wasn’t their punching bag and she wouldn’t let them treat her that way.
Except, here she was… alone again. And she really didn’t want to be. Her brothers would understand and they’d support her standing up for herself, but they weren’t there. And as much as she needed to not give in, she felt like if she didn’t, she’d be a pariah in the only group she had to be a part of. That probably meant kissing Micah’s *** some, even when he told stories about blowing her up and treating her like she was retarded. But pride did that and Meka had her fair share of that.
But maybe that had to change too. Cause, her pride wasn’t gonna help her adjust to this world, and it wasn’t going to help her find her place in Tytonidae. With a sigh she walked through the streets of Harper Rock. She’d just left the Eyrie, moping slowly towards the Catacombs her expression pensive. She had some thinking to do and she had some more changing to do too she didn’t doubt and none of it was going to be easy.
* Jesse Fforde || I know I’m subject to having a bit of attitude, sometimes. I know I can infuriate people quite a bit with my knowing smiles and my vague shrugs. Sometimes I put on a bit of an act—but I’ve learned that it’s better to come across as mysterious rather than as an idiot. And if I come across as an idiot, then so be it—I can catch people unaware, catch them off guard, and teach them a thing or two about making wrong assumptions about people that they do not understand.
I’ve grown up being able to take quite a bit. Kids teased me in school. My parents’ concern soon turned into scorn; my father often calling me a dipshit and a fuckwit, because he did not understand how I could have the full faculty of speech one day, only to lose it the next. He knew it was psychological. The few psychiatrists I was forced to see told me it was a coping mechanism – that my father took it upon himself, that he was, in fact, angry at himself because he couldn’t do anything to fix me.
Yeah, okay. Sure. Makes sense when my actual parents are concerned. But I cannot get that conversation with Phoenix out of my head. How she was so adamant that she didn’t, in fact, just see me as a tool in her belt, an extra weapon added to her coterie – a badge to add to her ego and her pride. When all I ever felt from her was a teasing disbelief, because she does not understand that I am, indeed, psychologically fucked. That I cannot just turn it off at will, like she seemingly expected me to do. Or was it that never believed me to begin with, that it’s not something that I can help?
I let it slip, of course. I let her keep at her jabbing and her teasing. It didn’t really do any harm, until she forced me to choose. And now she doesn’t like the outcome? **** her. Seriously. And I should be able to just forget about it and move on. But I haven’t. It continues to irritate me, crawling beneath my skin, poisonous fury stilted and brewing. I’m keeping a straight face for those offering their sympathy, even though all I want to do is bite off their fingers.
Yes, I am prone to my moments of irritation, due to that never-ending bloodlust. That constant and demanding hunger. But this, this goes far beyond anything I’ve ever felt before. It finds me stalking the streets, rather than the sewers or the catacombs. A sly **** of a ******** lures me into a dark corner, offering me money for my blood. I don’t even play with him. I pull out my sword and chop his head clean from his shoulders. I want to scream at him. And I can’t. I drop his head and start kicking at his motionless body—kicking, until I fall to my knees and start pummelling, until the torso begins to resemble pulp.
<Tameka Vassey> She had this vague idea she’d follow Jesse and kiss and make up. Okay, not the kissing part. Why people decided to assume she was a ho just because she had sex was beyond her, but it was the euphemism she embraced after she spotted his stalking self and turned to give passive chase. She’d slowly unpacked her summer clothes, putting them away and opting for light jeans and a sleeved T-Shirt. It was bright blue and had a Smurfette on it. It was loose enough that it hid her gun, the sword she’d left in her hut.
Moving into the alley behind him she’d had this idealistic thought that she could start mending bridges one broken strut at a time. Jesse being the lucky convenient strut she’d spotted right after she’d made that momentous decision. She hadn’t really had much to do with Jesse. Not since that time in the sewers with the blonde girl but she wasn’t stupid, it seemed pretty clear then that he had no time for her altruistic sign language leanings.
FIRE and BLOOD
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Re: Comings and Goings [Tytonidae]
--The following transcript was a live chat roleplay--
<Tameka Vassey> Tonight, she witnessed another side of the tattooed man and stood back watching him kick the living **** out of the poor decapitated ******** who was so very dead but apparently made one hell of a good punching bag. Just watching Jesse made Meka realise that she wasn’t the only one dealing with **** at the moment. Here was a man who had some big *** demons riding his shoulders and it looked like he’d found way to expunge those bastards. Too bad he was making one hell of a damn mess doing it.
Maybe this is what he needed, since he didn’t talk at all. Maybe this was the only way he could seeing as it wasn’t like he could easily do the ‘heart to heart’ stuff to get it out in a healthy way. But what the hell did Meka know anyway. She could talk like a freight train and that wasn’t helping her none at all. In fact her mouth was getting her *** into deeper and deeper poo poo. Velveteen had talked to her so much Meka’s ears felt like they’d bleed. And Meka could do with a damn mute button cause she just couldn’t help herself.
Here she stood at the mouth of an alley watching the mute male kick the living crap out of a decapitated corpse and she realised in that instance that they were sorta the same. In their way. Both caged by their own situation and damned by their affliction. Hers, a mouth that wouldn’t quit and his a mouth that wouldn’t work. What an overwhelming irony that was.
But she couldn’t stand there and say nothing (cause you know, she was Meka and Meka … just couldn’t) but this time she considered her words before she said them. She regulated her tone and carefully chose the sentence structure cause she was trying to adapt and she might fail a lot but that didn’t mean she would stop trying. “I’ll help you hide that body when you’re done… but maybe you should be done soon.. so we can…. Bag it up?” As far as an opening gambit goes, it could probably have been better but she wanted to try for light but.. serious with a dash of.. I don’t hold nothing against you at all, and I want to help.
* Jesse Fforde || There isn’t really anything terribly satisfying, beating this broken body to a pulp. I don’t quite know why I’m doing it, and lack the focus to try to psychoanalyse myself. All I know is that I can’t seem to stop. I don’t want to. And I might have kept going, on and on, thud after squelchy thud, if it weren’t for the light and accommodating voice breaking through the bloody haze. I tense, shoulders straightening as I **** my head to the side. It’s a voice I recognise; and it takes me only a split second to put a face to the voice. Tameka. Of course it would be her, witnessing my little breakdown. I lick my lips—they’re splattered with blood—and slowly stand. I’m sure I’m covered in the stuff, by now. I turn, making sure to adopt a straight face. As if this is entirely normal.
It’s no secret that I’m not exactly fond of the woman. She’s on the complete opposite spectrum of Phoenix. Phoenix treats my affliction like it’s a lie. Scorns it, as if it’s nothing serious. Tameka, on the other hand, must think that I’m some kind of child in need of special education. It was her, wasn’t it, who thought I was both deaf and dumb? That I couldn’t hear her every grating word.
I'm waiting for her to make some kind of wise crack. To push the heat of my irritation to the boiling point—where the innards start bubbling and hissing out of the pot. The St. James Broadsword is sheathed once more, and my fists are still curled into rock-like fists. It’s almost as if I’m challenging her—as if I haven’t heard a word she’s said.
<Tameka Vassey> Well, what did she expect anyway, the dude didn’t speak. Was she really thinking he was going to turn around and reply with some sort of affirmation of her knight in shining armour appearance at the end of the alleyway and praise her for her insightful observation and magnanimous offer to hide said body. Given their awkward situation she tread carefully, maintaining a rather cautious distance even as she stepped forward. She came upon the head first, the thing having rolled closer to the mouth of the alley since Jesse had ignored it had had given the rest of it his dubious attention.
She kicked it, the nudge of her foot placing it closer to the rest of what was left of the man. “I’ll just check the skip for… plastic sheeting or .. something. Then we can wrap it and dump it there.”
Lord but he was a big old mess. Decapitation comes with one hell of a blood splatter and the heart keeps on pumping long after the body hits the ground and proceeds with the dying portion of what was left of its life. And during that whole time Jesse had been pounding at it with his foot. He looked like Carrie, all wild eyed and he had crazy **** dripping down his face. She wondered briefly if it stung when it got in his eyes cause it looked like a fair portion had found its way there.
It wasn’t even that he couldn’t deal with all this himself but damn if the man didn’t look like he needed a friend or a shoulder or .. maybe another punching bad and she wasn’t sure which one she was volunteering for but she’d found someone just as pissed off as she’d been. Actually, he probably took this one and hit it out of the ball park. She really just didn’t know if he needed to ‘talk’ about it and wasn’t even sure how she’d initiate that conversation anyway. Body hiding first. The rest, well, that could come later once he stopped staring at her like he hoped she was a figment of his imagination and would **** off and leave him the hell alone.
* Jesse Fforde || I watch the woman curiously. There’s nothing but an actual, genuine desire to help me to clean up the mess I’ve made. There aren’t any snarky barbs or teasing intentions. I shrug and shake my head. I don’t particularly feel like hanging around. Given my mood, I genuinely want to just leave her there. If she’s so keen to clean up, then she can do it. I half wonder whether it’s an attempt to scold me. Sure, I know it’s not exactly smart to beat a man to a pulp where anyone can walk in on me. Meka has proved that—she’s walked in on me. But **** it all, sometimes we have to exercise a little carelessness. Too much restraint and well… well, this **** happens.
I don’t walk away, like I want to. I’m a mess already, so I don’t care about the added gore as I lift the sloppy corpse up onto my shoulder. Tameka’s already got the skip open, and I heave the body up and over the edge. It’s still missing its head, but that can wait. I haul myself up and over the edge of the bin, too—I lean inside and rummage around until I find something dry and flammable. I land, steady, on my feet, the large piece of frayed cardboard in hand. I dig into my pocket to retrieve a lighter. There’s an added spark to my eye as I flick the switch, and the flame dances along the edge of the cardboard. I wait until the flame climbs and grows before tossing it into the skip.
And then I wait, hoping for the contents within to catch fire, too. Sometimes they don’t. Sometimes the fire exceeds all my wildest expectations.
<Tameka Vassey> Tonight, she witnessed another side of the tattooed man and stood back watching him kick the living **** out of the poor decapitated ******** who was so very dead but apparently made one hell of a good punching bag. Just watching Jesse made Meka realise that she wasn’t the only one dealing with **** at the moment. Here was a man who had some big *** demons riding his shoulders and it looked like he’d found way to expunge those bastards. Too bad he was making one hell of a damn mess doing it.
Maybe this is what he needed, since he didn’t talk at all. Maybe this was the only way he could seeing as it wasn’t like he could easily do the ‘heart to heart’ stuff to get it out in a healthy way. But what the hell did Meka know anyway. She could talk like a freight train and that wasn’t helping her none at all. In fact her mouth was getting her *** into deeper and deeper poo poo. Velveteen had talked to her so much Meka’s ears felt like they’d bleed. And Meka could do with a damn mute button cause she just couldn’t help herself.
Here she stood at the mouth of an alley watching the mute male kick the living crap out of a decapitated corpse and she realised in that instance that they were sorta the same. In their way. Both caged by their own situation and damned by their affliction. Hers, a mouth that wouldn’t quit and his a mouth that wouldn’t work. What an overwhelming irony that was.
But she couldn’t stand there and say nothing (cause you know, she was Meka and Meka … just couldn’t) but this time she considered her words before she said them. She regulated her tone and carefully chose the sentence structure cause she was trying to adapt and she might fail a lot but that didn’t mean she would stop trying. “I’ll help you hide that body when you’re done… but maybe you should be done soon.. so we can…. Bag it up?” As far as an opening gambit goes, it could probably have been better but she wanted to try for light but.. serious with a dash of.. I don’t hold nothing against you at all, and I want to help.
* Jesse Fforde || There isn’t really anything terribly satisfying, beating this broken body to a pulp. I don’t quite know why I’m doing it, and lack the focus to try to psychoanalyse myself. All I know is that I can’t seem to stop. I don’t want to. And I might have kept going, on and on, thud after squelchy thud, if it weren’t for the light and accommodating voice breaking through the bloody haze. I tense, shoulders straightening as I **** my head to the side. It’s a voice I recognise; and it takes me only a split second to put a face to the voice. Tameka. Of course it would be her, witnessing my little breakdown. I lick my lips—they’re splattered with blood—and slowly stand. I’m sure I’m covered in the stuff, by now. I turn, making sure to adopt a straight face. As if this is entirely normal.
It’s no secret that I’m not exactly fond of the woman. She’s on the complete opposite spectrum of Phoenix. Phoenix treats my affliction like it’s a lie. Scorns it, as if it’s nothing serious. Tameka, on the other hand, must think that I’m some kind of child in need of special education. It was her, wasn’t it, who thought I was both deaf and dumb? That I couldn’t hear her every grating word.
I'm waiting for her to make some kind of wise crack. To push the heat of my irritation to the boiling point—where the innards start bubbling and hissing out of the pot. The St. James Broadsword is sheathed once more, and my fists are still curled into rock-like fists. It’s almost as if I’m challenging her—as if I haven’t heard a word she’s said.
<Tameka Vassey> Well, what did she expect anyway, the dude didn’t speak. Was she really thinking he was going to turn around and reply with some sort of affirmation of her knight in shining armour appearance at the end of the alleyway and praise her for her insightful observation and magnanimous offer to hide said body. Given their awkward situation she tread carefully, maintaining a rather cautious distance even as she stepped forward. She came upon the head first, the thing having rolled closer to the mouth of the alley since Jesse had ignored it had had given the rest of it his dubious attention.
She kicked it, the nudge of her foot placing it closer to the rest of what was left of the man. “I’ll just check the skip for… plastic sheeting or .. something. Then we can wrap it and dump it there.”
Lord but he was a big old mess. Decapitation comes with one hell of a blood splatter and the heart keeps on pumping long after the body hits the ground and proceeds with the dying portion of what was left of its life. And during that whole time Jesse had been pounding at it with his foot. He looked like Carrie, all wild eyed and he had crazy **** dripping down his face. She wondered briefly if it stung when it got in his eyes cause it looked like a fair portion had found its way there.
It wasn’t even that he couldn’t deal with all this himself but damn if the man didn’t look like he needed a friend or a shoulder or .. maybe another punching bad and she wasn’t sure which one she was volunteering for but she’d found someone just as pissed off as she’d been. Actually, he probably took this one and hit it out of the ball park. She really just didn’t know if he needed to ‘talk’ about it and wasn’t even sure how she’d initiate that conversation anyway. Body hiding first. The rest, well, that could come later once he stopped staring at her like he hoped she was a figment of his imagination and would **** off and leave him the hell alone.
* Jesse Fforde || I watch the woman curiously. There’s nothing but an actual, genuine desire to help me to clean up the mess I’ve made. There aren’t any snarky barbs or teasing intentions. I shrug and shake my head. I don’t particularly feel like hanging around. Given my mood, I genuinely want to just leave her there. If she’s so keen to clean up, then she can do it. I half wonder whether it’s an attempt to scold me. Sure, I know it’s not exactly smart to beat a man to a pulp where anyone can walk in on me. Meka has proved that—she’s walked in on me. But **** it all, sometimes we have to exercise a little carelessness. Too much restraint and well… well, this **** happens.
I don’t walk away, like I want to. I’m a mess already, so I don’t care about the added gore as I lift the sloppy corpse up onto my shoulder. Tameka’s already got the skip open, and I heave the body up and over the edge. It’s still missing its head, but that can wait. I haul myself up and over the edge of the bin, too—I lean inside and rummage around until I find something dry and flammable. I land, steady, on my feet, the large piece of frayed cardboard in hand. I dig into my pocket to retrieve a lighter. There’s an added spark to my eye as I flick the switch, and the flame dances along the edge of the cardboard. I wait until the flame climbs and grows before tossing it into the skip.
And then I wait, hoping for the contents within to catch fire, too. Sometimes they don’t. Sometimes the fire exceeds all my wildest expectations.