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Quick Fix [Francis West]
Posted: 14 Jun 2015, 18:50
by Noel
[Note: The character Noel identifies as a non-binary gender identity (agender)
and therefore the pronouns used in reference to the aforementioned character
are the gender neutral pronouns xe/xym/xyr/xyrs/xemself]
June 11th, 2015
9:00 pm
Harper Rock, Canada
The sky was a lot less clear than it had been since Noel’s arrival to the city. It was a fortnight to a full month after the night of the embrace… turning, if you will, and every night thus far had been ironically… nice. Had it been some kind of a sign of good times ahead? Even now, a little over two weeks later, the curves of Lelantos’ shadowy form were fresh on the mind. She had walked like she owned the city, the world even. Like she was all too comfortable being the predator that she was, the killer that she was. They hadn’t spoken much before or after… or if they had, Noel couldn’t remember much of what had been said by either of them; what the last words exchanged might’ve been before those slivers of ivory tore through warm flesh, slicing through layers of human in order to raise the beast she found within. It was terrifying, the grips of death, and it was painful, unlike any other kind of pain Noel had ever known. But… it had certainly been a clearer night.
Lel was cold and detached, just the way Noel liked it. She kept out of xyr way and xe kept out of hers. She wasn’t dependent on xym. In some ways, xe was reminded of Emer, who despite his humour and light-hearted jabs, had a much darker, much more isolated side. Emer didn’t know Noel had seen it and Noel didn’t care enough to shatter the younger vampire’s illusions. Emer and Lelantos were nothing like Kaj. Kaj, who was loving in his own way. Kaj, who sometimes Noel thought might kill xym and eat parts of xyr flesh; Kaj tiptoed dangerously close to insanity. It all came from a good place, Noel thought. Xe and Kaj were close. Close.
Xe walked the streets until the bright neon lights that said “MOTEL” greeted xym like it did every night, the flickering “vacancy” sign right below it exposing the dismal state the business was in. Who was xe to judge though? It had been Noel’s decision to stay in a subpar corner of the massive city; it was an idea borne of frugality and of remaining under the radar until maybe Kaj had a better grasp on what he had become. What Noel had turned him into. Guilt, guilt, guilt… He had wanted it, Kaj wanted to join xym in immortality, Kaj never wanted to leave xyr side. Still… this was no way to live life, to live without the sun and to prey on those that did.
The bluish glow from the fluorescent lights of the motel room could be seen from under the crack of the door. Kaj was still awake then. Noel reached into xyr pocket and pulled out a key, unlocking the door. It jammed like it always did and it took some effort before xe managed to turn the knob and open the door.
Noel met Kaj’s gaze. It had gotten to a point in their friendship that they no longer had to speak to communicate. Kaj knew xyr and could read xyr like an open book. Similarly, xe knew just from looking at Kaj's face, what he was thinking and thus, what he had done. Xe looked over the male’s bloodied form and xyr brows rose. And without saying anything else, xe tossed the blood packs xe had bought onto the bed and turned around to walk back out to the hazy streets without another word or glance spared.
Re: Quick Fix [Francis West]
Posted: 15 Jun 2015, 01:30
by Francis West (DELETED 6775)
Francis’s plan had been simple and straightforward: break-into the warehouse, stay low till the deal took place, and steal the money. He was still a bit confused on how it all went to rot. The break-in had been clean and he had even found the perfect little dark hiding spot, where all he had to do was wait until the deal was done and everyone had dropped their guard to take the money. It had just been one little briefcase with a **** ton of cash.
He thought he was out clean, but he's never that lucky. So he was running, rather quickly, away from a couple of pretty angry thugs. It doesn't help that they were so trigger happy. Seriously, how much ammunition can these guys afford to waste?
Then Francis felt a burning sensation spread across his back. He watched the briefcase skid off to the side as he tumbled downward, rolling off to the side. He felt frozen on the ground, unable to move, breathing becoming more difficult with each intake. He watched in agony as the thugs took the briefcase and walked off. What ******* jerks. Not enough concern to check if he was dead and not enough mercy to just end him. This whole ordeal was not worth it. Francis felt as though his guts had been ripped apart and pulled out of his body. So not worth it.
He stayed there with his face smashed into the dirt wondering what he had done to deserve this. He was a moderately good person when compared to say a drug lord or a serial killer. He only killed if the people got in his way and he only did drugs when, well, pretty often, but he didn't share his drugs. He probably has a capacity to do good. Maybe one day he could be good. If he lived. Oh god this is such a stupid way to die. Oh god everything hurt so damn bad.
Re: Quick Fix [Francis West]
Posted: 16 Jun 2015, 18:46
by Noel
[Note: The wrong pronouns were listed in the previous post.
My sincere apologies to anyone it may have offended.
The correct pronouns are as follows:
xe, xem, xyr, xyrs, xemself]
June 11th, 2015
10:13 pm
Harper Rock, Canada
The lack of breath was convenient, xe'd found. A month ago, the warmth of xyr breath would've dampened the cloth around xyr mouth and nose. The fabrics Noel had chosen for xyr face were always breathable... but even breathable became unbearable after twelve hours in the worst of Detroit weather. But it was different now. A lot of things were different now. Noel closed xyr eyes as xe paced down the paved street, shoulders hunched and nearly raised up to xyr ears, and xyr hood slouched forward on xyr head. There were times like this where xe might've heard xyr pulse, thrumming away at the drums in xyr ears but that was no longer a worry. Now it was just xem and silence. Xe felt a well of anger, somewhere, deep within xem; it hadn't even been that long since Kaj's turning and already the man was using his newfound gift for evil and not good. His childe, his friend couldn't be held accountable though. Kaj could, literally, get away with murder.
Was it nepotism? Noel couldn't be too sure. Xe had Emer now too. Emer who mostly kept to himself, Emer who was a riveting mystery. His presence was a like a thick, dark cloud masquerading as the brilliance of the sun. You don't fool me for a second. It had been xyr choice to save the man from death, introduce a new sort of hell to him. And boy, were the first few days truly hellish. Emer hadn't said anything. In fact, he had pretty much been at Death's doorstep when Noel collected him. Xe could've let him died (some nights xe thought xe should've let him die) but xe didn't. There was something in Emer's eyes as he clutched onto the last thread before sacrificing it to Atropos' shears that changed xyr mind. Something like humility... or sincerity. Maybe remorse. Noel had seen it before in other men's eyes but xe hadn't been equipped to save before. And so, instead of snapping his neck like xe could've (should've), xe cursed him instead.
Kaj had been furious. There hadn't ever been a time before that he was as livid as he was when he spotted the new fledgling's body in Noel's arms. It was claims of 'how could you?' and 'you're a fledgling yourself!' but Noel knew better. Kaj had meant 'this is supposed to be our thing'. Xe didn't reply (Kaj did enough talking for the both of them) and instead, xe let the other simmer down and once daylight flooded the city, they were all knocked out by torpor anyways.
Xe lingered now at the mouth of an alleyway, hands in xyr pockets as xe watched people from the comforts of the shadows. Xe didn't like being seen and those that wanted to find xyr would know where to look for xem. Tonight seemed to be a slow night though; there had been many-a curious glances but no one had approached xem yet. One, two hours later and still nothing. Xe stood there, side against the brick wall until xyr feet ached and the smells from the alley made xem physically ill to the point where xe could no longer think straight. Noel pulled away from the wall and readied xemself for heading back to the motel when xe noticed a flurry of motion and turned to watch as line of figures pursued one single shadow off in the distance. There was some hesitation on xyr part before curiosity won over and xe was making xyr way over to the lot.
Re: Quick Fix [Francis West]
Posted: 21 Jun 2015, 18:45
by Francis West (DELETED 6775)
This shouldn't be surprising. Pain was never really a surprise for Francis, but normally the pain held an aching victory. Like the time he shot himself in the hand for fifty bucks, the idiots had thought he wouldn't do it, but he did. Hurt like a ***** for the next month (at one point he was pretty sure it had gotten infected, but hospitals where for pussies), but just remembering their faces of horror after he did it was worth it. Plus as a bonus he never saw those morons again, apparently they thought he was a psycho. Such sore losers. It hadn't mattered anyway, if anything that show of brashness served to help Francis get into some of the bigger robberies and raids. Apparently the people who ran that junk thought that sort of reckless behavior was to be rewarded with the chance to be right in the center of danger, and for Francis that had been a heavens send.
It had been those people who had given him the information about deal. Well, in a way they gave it to him. It wasn't quite willingly, hell they thought that Francis would die if he even tried. When Francis said he was going to do it, suddenly during the meeting-ish-thing they had laughed until, they noticed he was serious, then they seemed to get somber if not angry. It hadn't mattered anyway, no matter what they said Francis had been set on getting the score, the adrenaline that ran though his blood at just the idea of going for it had seemed like enough to make it worth it.
Right now he wasn't sure if had been enough. He could see the adrenaline filled blood leak out of him, it was as though he was a broken faucet. This pain held no triumph, only defeat. It was like he lost the damn bet. He wasn't even dying in a way he imagined (excitement flowing though him as he hit the floor, blood gushing everywhere, people around to hear him laugh though his dying breathe), instead his body was frozen on the floor of some putrid smelling place. So entirely dull. Tomorrow the news would talk of a young john doe found dead, hell it probably wouldn't even be tomorrow, most likely they would find him days from now, after the mice had eaten his face and the people wouldn't even be able to tell if he was a young male anymore.
For a minute Francis thought he heard foot steps, he really couldn't be sure, it might of just been the sound of his heart pointlessly pumping blood out of his body, but he felt the need to address them anyway. People couldn't criticize a dying man anyway, after all it wasn't as though he could crane his neck to check (his entire body felt frozen into the ground). So he spoke in a rather charming manner with a weary broken voice, "Hey, you piece of ****," he called out, "You gotta cig?", nicotine might clear the pain a bit, plus only an asshole would deny someone their last request. Well, if anyone was there anyway.