Re: City of the Truly Dead Dead [Open]
Posted: 23 Dec 2013, 11:31
--The following transcript was a live chat roleplay--
<Elliot d’Artois> It didn’t make complete sense, no, but Elliot got the gist. What she meant, he assumed, was that because they were the same, they cancelled each other out. That they might see each other more as who they were before; differently to how others might perceive them. The first half, anyway, was a bit hard for his head to wrap around. The second half, however, had him nodding. “Sure, yeah. I made friends easily enough. You kinda learn to communicate with anyone, anywhere, when you never stay in one place longer than a month. You tend to learn to make friends pretty swiftly,” he said with a laugh. The laugh broadened, got deeper and more self-deprecating as he considered her compliment.
“Good looking?” He glanced down at himself. “I think I look a bit like a stick insect. A stick insect with Hugh Grant’s hair,” he said. He wasn’t fishing for compliments. He didn’t care how he looked—never did and never would. And Pi didn’t seem to care, either. That was what mattered, he supposed. “And hey, you’re not so bad yourself. Even the glasses—they add pizzazz,” he said with a grin.
* CharlotteC nodded as he questioned her complement, then as he mentioned his 'Hugh Grant' hair her eyes lifted to his hair and she snickered a little. It really depends on the movie he was in at the time, she thought. Still she hummed and nodded to his words until he mentioned her looks. Her brow lifted and then she laughed a little glad she could no longer blush, still her head lowered a little. "Thanks, though I'm shocked you haven't asked about them. When I meet other vampires that seems to be their first question."
<Elliot d’Artois> Elliot frowns and shrugs. I taps his nose twice before gesturing at the glasses. His voice is low, conspiratorial, as he leans on the counter. "Let me guess. Just glass, right? No actual lenses? Fool the herd into believing you're one of them?" he asked. It's what he'd guessed, from the beginning. Didn't bother asking. They all did things to fit in. And luckily for the allurists, it just came a little easier to them. Elliot himself gave off an aura--one day, he'd try to fool a vampire into believing he was human. It would be a nice little trick.
* CharlotteC smiled a bit more and nodded "I never realized just how bad my eyes were until I was changed and put my glasses back on" she laughed a little. "I felt like I was tripping on some bad drugs."
<Elliot d’Artois> "That's got to be cool, though," Elliot said. He kind of wished he'd had some kind of defect, so that upon turning he could have started by looking at the silver linings, rather than delving straight into brooding negativity. He was trying his hardest to pull himself out of the rut. And he liked this, this conversation with Charlie. Even though they were talking about non-normal things, it was nice to just talk without a flurry of emotion getting in the way. "I suppose I do like the... heightened senses thing. Makes for better music. Easier to tune the guitar," he said.
* CharlotteC nodded "I bet it does, though I do miss getting high. My kingdom to feel a caffeine buzz or the sweet bliss of purple haze." She said with a laugh. Then she nodded to the liquor "or even that" she added. "Though, and I don't know if you can tell the same thing but, eating food, it's like I can taste not just what I'm eating but everything that goes into it. Even the soil."
<Elliot d’Artois> Elliot shrugged. "I dunno. I avoid eating at all costs. Drinking I got the hang of, but not eating. Probably for that exact same reason. It doesn't taste the same, anyway. Can't indulge in any kind of nostalgia from it, so what's the point?" he said. He remembered the good old days, too - though he was no addict, you don't live mainly in hostels without getting high every now and again.
* CharlotteC frowned a moment but then nodded, it was odd that he didn't eat as well but then, she refused to give up food as well as smoking. And coffee, hell would sooner freeze over. "Well it's the same with drinks to me. How were you with wine when you were human?"
<Elliot d’Artois> "How do you mean, how was I with wine?" he asked. "Did I like it? Sure. I was no conissuer. I could never really afford the expensive stuff. But it was nice to indulge every now and again. It's a good party trick now, though, right? So easy to pick up the 'oakey' taste, right?" he said with a grin.
* CharlotteC smirked "I wouldn't call it so much a party trick, but I can actually get past the 'Oakey' into the heart of the soil now. Same with coffee beans. Do you know the soil in Kona tastes like salt, pineapples and hibiscus?"
<Elliot d’Artois> Elliot perked a brow. "No, I didn't know that," he said. He wasn't so sure it mattered, too much. He shrugged. "I've never really had interest in where coffee came from, or how it tasted. The stuff I usually drank - well it was always pretty bad. I suppose. WIth today's standards. Same goes with wine. It was always the outcome I wanted, rather than the experience of the taste."
* CharlotteC nodded again and then gave a little shrug "I was sort of the same way, so long as it kept me up I didn't really care what I was drinking." She glanced around the bar not that she really needed to take another look at his inventory that she could see because she had it all in perfect snap shots but she didn't want to just sit like a statue because she could. "I guess now I savor the tastes now that I can't get anything else from it."
<Elliot d’Artois> Elliot nodded. He savoured the burn, rather than the taste. At least the burn was the same. And besides, he used to drink to distract himself from the fact tha the had to consume blood to survive. But now that he had a single, constant source of nourishment, that didn't matter so much. "Can I get you anything else? To... taste?" Elliot asked, gesturing to the wall behind him.
* CharlotteC smiled and shook her head, "no thank you, I think I'm good when it comes to the drinking. But how are you at pool?" She asked as she glanced over at the pool tables.
<Elliot d’Artois> Elliot glanced toward the pool tables. He nodded. "I think I'm pretty decent," he said, straightening his shoulders. "Care to take up the challenge?" he asked, flicking the hair from out of his eyes as he gestured toward the pool tables.
* CharlotteC smirked and hopped from her seat, "bring it on!" She said as she headed for the tables, moving to pick out a cue stick that 'fit' her.
<Elliot d’Artois> It didn’t make complete sense, no, but Elliot got the gist. What she meant, he assumed, was that because they were the same, they cancelled each other out. That they might see each other more as who they were before; differently to how others might perceive them. The first half, anyway, was a bit hard for his head to wrap around. The second half, however, had him nodding. “Sure, yeah. I made friends easily enough. You kinda learn to communicate with anyone, anywhere, when you never stay in one place longer than a month. You tend to learn to make friends pretty swiftly,” he said with a laugh. The laugh broadened, got deeper and more self-deprecating as he considered her compliment.
“Good looking?” He glanced down at himself. “I think I look a bit like a stick insect. A stick insect with Hugh Grant’s hair,” he said. He wasn’t fishing for compliments. He didn’t care how he looked—never did and never would. And Pi didn’t seem to care, either. That was what mattered, he supposed. “And hey, you’re not so bad yourself. Even the glasses—they add pizzazz,” he said with a grin.
* CharlotteC nodded as he questioned her complement, then as he mentioned his 'Hugh Grant' hair her eyes lifted to his hair and she snickered a little. It really depends on the movie he was in at the time, she thought. Still she hummed and nodded to his words until he mentioned her looks. Her brow lifted and then she laughed a little glad she could no longer blush, still her head lowered a little. "Thanks, though I'm shocked you haven't asked about them. When I meet other vampires that seems to be their first question."
<Elliot d’Artois> Elliot frowns and shrugs. I taps his nose twice before gesturing at the glasses. His voice is low, conspiratorial, as he leans on the counter. "Let me guess. Just glass, right? No actual lenses? Fool the herd into believing you're one of them?" he asked. It's what he'd guessed, from the beginning. Didn't bother asking. They all did things to fit in. And luckily for the allurists, it just came a little easier to them. Elliot himself gave off an aura--one day, he'd try to fool a vampire into believing he was human. It would be a nice little trick.
* CharlotteC smiled a bit more and nodded "I never realized just how bad my eyes were until I was changed and put my glasses back on" she laughed a little. "I felt like I was tripping on some bad drugs."
<Elliot d’Artois> "That's got to be cool, though," Elliot said. He kind of wished he'd had some kind of defect, so that upon turning he could have started by looking at the silver linings, rather than delving straight into brooding negativity. He was trying his hardest to pull himself out of the rut. And he liked this, this conversation with Charlie. Even though they were talking about non-normal things, it was nice to just talk without a flurry of emotion getting in the way. "I suppose I do like the... heightened senses thing. Makes for better music. Easier to tune the guitar," he said.
* CharlotteC nodded "I bet it does, though I do miss getting high. My kingdom to feel a caffeine buzz or the sweet bliss of purple haze." She said with a laugh. Then she nodded to the liquor "or even that" she added. "Though, and I don't know if you can tell the same thing but, eating food, it's like I can taste not just what I'm eating but everything that goes into it. Even the soil."
<Elliot d’Artois> Elliot shrugged. "I dunno. I avoid eating at all costs. Drinking I got the hang of, but not eating. Probably for that exact same reason. It doesn't taste the same, anyway. Can't indulge in any kind of nostalgia from it, so what's the point?" he said. He remembered the good old days, too - though he was no addict, you don't live mainly in hostels without getting high every now and again.
* CharlotteC frowned a moment but then nodded, it was odd that he didn't eat as well but then, she refused to give up food as well as smoking. And coffee, hell would sooner freeze over. "Well it's the same with drinks to me. How were you with wine when you were human?"
<Elliot d’Artois> "How do you mean, how was I with wine?" he asked. "Did I like it? Sure. I was no conissuer. I could never really afford the expensive stuff. But it was nice to indulge every now and again. It's a good party trick now, though, right? So easy to pick up the 'oakey' taste, right?" he said with a grin.
* CharlotteC smirked "I wouldn't call it so much a party trick, but I can actually get past the 'Oakey' into the heart of the soil now. Same with coffee beans. Do you know the soil in Kona tastes like salt, pineapples and hibiscus?"
<Elliot d’Artois> Elliot perked a brow. "No, I didn't know that," he said. He wasn't so sure it mattered, too much. He shrugged. "I've never really had interest in where coffee came from, or how it tasted. The stuff I usually drank - well it was always pretty bad. I suppose. WIth today's standards. Same goes with wine. It was always the outcome I wanted, rather than the experience of the taste."
* CharlotteC nodded again and then gave a little shrug "I was sort of the same way, so long as it kept me up I didn't really care what I was drinking." She glanced around the bar not that she really needed to take another look at his inventory that she could see because she had it all in perfect snap shots but she didn't want to just sit like a statue because she could. "I guess now I savor the tastes now that I can't get anything else from it."
<Elliot d’Artois> Elliot nodded. He savoured the burn, rather than the taste. At least the burn was the same. And besides, he used to drink to distract himself from the fact tha the had to consume blood to survive. But now that he had a single, constant source of nourishment, that didn't matter so much. "Can I get you anything else? To... taste?" Elliot asked, gesturing to the wall behind him.
* CharlotteC smiled and shook her head, "no thank you, I think I'm good when it comes to the drinking. But how are you at pool?" She asked as she glanced over at the pool tables.
<Elliot d’Artois> Elliot glanced toward the pool tables. He nodded. "I think I'm pretty decent," he said, straightening his shoulders. "Care to take up the challenge?" he asked, flicking the hair from out of his eyes as he gestured toward the pool tables.
* CharlotteC smirked and hopped from her seat, "bring it on!" She said as she headed for the tables, moving to pick out a cue stick that 'fit' her.