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An Imperfect Solution
Posted: 19 Nov 2017, 22:17
by Magnus (DELETED 9873)
Checking his phone, Magnus gave a shake of his head as he shoved his empty hand into his pocket, thumb sliding across his screen as he opened his web browser again and started tapping through webpage after webpage, looking to kill some time before Forest showed. She was late, and he was still unsure if this was actually like her or not. She was sometimes a difficult book to read, with little things about her tweaking and changing almost at will. Other things never seemed to change. It was a sort of phenomena that he could very well get used to studying closer.
He was told to meet her here, in front of the old diner he was sure had been shut down for years, since it didn’t really look like it’d had an actual customer in nearly a decade. She insisted it had been open the night he’d found her in his house. It suddenly felt weird to be standing outside of the last place she’d probably ever had a hot meal. Real food.
He didn’t doubt she probably missed it already, as much as he had.
He rolled a shoulder and ran his tongue across his teeth as he let his dark gaze flick from one end of the short stretch of abandoned street to the other. She wouldn’t likely be much longer, her text had seemed rather urgent, that she’d had some idea to help them out of the little situation that they had found themselves in. She swore she’d figured it out, and she just needed a little of his help, and if he just heard her out, and didn’t say ‘no,’ right off the bat, that they might be set for life.
He doubted she really understood that “life” for them was forever. There was no guarantee that they would ever be set for life. In any aspect.
He wouldn’t burst that bubble, though. He allowed her to cling to that tiny bit of naïveté, and he’d do what he could to see that she was allowed her feeling as useful as possible, because even if she didn’t comprehend that what she promised was impossible, she’d had the thought that it could be. He couldn’t find it in himself to tear down that little piece of her.
He shook his head and, tapping open the messenger app on his phone, wrote up a text to his… whatever you called them. She wasn’t a kid. He refused to call her that, either.
T E X T
To: Forest
You’re late.
Re: An Imperfect Solution
Posted: 19 Nov 2017, 23:12
by Forest (DELETED 9863)
There was an almost calm to the night, one that she had grown to love. She had always preferred the moon to the sun, had always felt a familiar pull between her and the stars that lit the blackened sky. When she was running from one job to the next, it had been the owls that kept her company and not the hummingbirds. It was a strange kind of comparison, but it was one that had kept her sane when she had been tossed into an eternity of perpetual darkness. Shaking her head, she ran her fingers through her windblown curls as she rounded the corner at a near run, the sound of her boots hitting concrete echoing off the empty brick that lined each side of the nearly empty streets.
When she felt the pulse of her phone against her backside, she quickly freed the device from the snug confines of her pocket, the rubber case only becoming caught on the leather once. When it was finally safely in the palm of her hand, she tapped at the glass, though she needn’t look at the name. There was only one person that contacted her – one that even knew how – and he was, as usual, impatient. Or was it usual? She wasn’t entirely sure, but as she took in the message – and then the time – she rolled her eyes. He had been left on how own for eight minutes longer than she had intended. As the soft laughter whispered past her lips, she tucked an errant curl behind her ear and typed out her response, even as she caught sight of him just ahead of her, his muscular silhouette one that was hard to miss.
To: Magnus
Get used to it.
Once the response was written, she pressed the pad of her thumb to the lock key and hid the phone back into her pocket, even as she stepped to his side, fingers dipping into his pocket to free him of his wallet. She didn’t use any added flare – there was no need for it. She knew the moment that she stepped into his vicinity that he became aware of her – the act of trying was just to toy with him. When her fingers brushed across his pocket, where the leather of his wallet usually resided, she realized her mistake. With a pout of her lips, she gave his shoulder a light shove before stepping back, bright eyes sparkling with that devious delight that she had become well known for among the nightcrawlers that were scattered about the villages in Romania.
“Magnus, my sweet,” the Romanian purred, the words rolling from her tongue like black velvet, “Are you ready for the night of your life?”
Forest Another PC Moderate Stealthy Magnus Steal his wallet Failed
Re: An Imperfect Solution
Posted: 26 Nov 2017, 00:55
by Salvador (DELETED 8639)
WEARING
One drink turned into another, and then another, before suddenly, Salvador was on a Party Bus full of single female ladies celebrating the last night of freedom for their friend who was getting hitched in the morning. It was a beautiful thing; love and they were glad to have him on their bus, once they figured out he was 'safe.' Salvador wasn't going to be going home with any of them tonight, which was fine with him. He had his 'Big Spoon' who was so properly named for so many reasons.
The music in the bus blared while the ladies danced, all of them beautiful in their own way. Ria had legs for miles, and wasn't afraid to show off what they could do, as she danced against the pole and wrapped one of those long legs around it. the life of the party was Christine who never let there be a dull moment and even hit on Salvador a time or two, regardless of knowing where his interests lay. The bride to be was Serena who was a bit on the quiet side, but sharp as a tack. Sal liked her because she could hold a conversation while drinking him under the table. It was impressive for anyone, let alone a woman.
There were others, but that was his main triad of women he stuck to, or they him. Jello shots, regular shots, beer, and Sal was feeling mighty fine. That was, until the party bus made a sharp turn down a street due to bad directions from the GPS and suddenly, Sal wasn't feeling as good as he had been the entire night. "STOP THE BUS!" HE shouted, then ran to the entry point, bolted out and. Well, he tried. He tried really hard not to, but before he could get more then two feet away from some guy and girl that were minding their own business, there he was, vomiting at their feet.
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Re: An Imperfect Solution
Posted: 28 Nov 2017, 03:04
by Magnus (DELETED 9873)
Brushing his knuckles against his jaw, he sighed, glancing at his watch again as his phone went off in his pocket. He pulled the phone free and checked the message, giving a shake of his head and another sigh. He was tempted to text her back, but, he would wait. She would be with him soon enough. He pushed his phone back into his pocket and turned to glance across the street.
It was mostly empty, this little corner of the city already asleep for the night. It was quiet, the only sound the rasp of the wind briskly gusting, pushing along the dead leaves that littered the street. In that quiet, he didn’t so much as hear a toe-tap of Forest’s approach, though he could swear that he could feel her coming. Even if he hadn’t, he knew exactly what she would be trying. It was all a part of why he no longer carried his wallet in the usual places. He felt her hand dip into his pocket and he smirked, his hand reaching out to grasp her wrist.
“So. Having fun back there?” He chuckled, releasing her wrist as she moved to stand with him, then, sliding her hand from his pocket. He pulled his hand free and pushed his fingers through his hair, looking down at her with an arched brow. “With you, dear, every night is the night of my life.” He chuckled, and rolled his shoulder as he opened his mouth to speak again, when the low, rhythmic thump of music suddenly ripped through the silence of the empty street.
Just as soon as the music had arrived, the bus had stopped right on their corner, belching free a man that Magnus was sure he had never seen before. He was about to ask if they could help, when the man spewed the contents of his stomach across their feet, unloading himself on Magnus’s boots. He made a face, grimacing and fighting back his own urge to vomit, and pushed his hand along the back of his neck as he watched the man closely.
“You… you alright there, pal?”
Re: An Imperfect Solution
Posted: 28 Nov 2017, 18:19
by Forest (DELETED 9863)
“Was that your intention when you kept me chained in your basement, my sweet?” To prying ears, the words would seem… strange. In truth, they were. Their meeting had been one for those American Crime shows. A thief choosing the wrong target, only to find herself captured and tossed within the dark, dank basement of a maddened vampire. She had feared him at first and hated him second… then, she had fallen. She hadn’t told him as much, though. No, that was a card she kept close to the vest, even as her hand reached out to brush her fingers along his jaw.
With a quiet smile, the shadow spun on her boot, her arms held open as she surveyed the city. It was brilliant at night. She could never understand why someone would despise what she had become. With a quick shake of her head, she turned her devious gaze back to her creator, words forming on her tongue – words that were never spoken as the quiet of her night was shattered by the bass. At first, the sound had her twitching, and as the headlights of the bus illuminated her form, she hissed in a breath.
Her eyes still hadn’t adjusted to the light – and as more nights passed, she found herself preferring the comfort of the dark. To be assaulted by the headlights left her with a pounding in her skull, and as the man staggered out, his body swaying a split second before his stomach growled in frustration, she pulled herself from the comfort of her maker’s embrace and frowned. She only had a split second to gather her wits, and as the man doubled over, she tried to avoid the bile that spewed from his lips. Instead, she found herself off her game, the color still dancing before her eyes. When she meant to dodge – she was a second too late, and chunks of his thick, vile stomach contents coated a single boot.
“I believe he’s had too much to drink,” she purred, her voice almost lyrical as she arched a brow. “I believe I have some water in my pack. Would you like it?”
Re: An Imperfect Solution
Posted: 19 Dec 2017, 21:55
by Salvador (DELETED 8639)
Sal had been so sure he had enough time and clearance to get past the two people that had been standing together. But, he had short changed himself significantly. "I'm so sorry." He said after exhaling a large breath of alcohol infused air from his lungs. He looked between the two of them before looking down at the damage he did, then made eye contact with the female. "Girl, those shoes are-were adorable as hell. Sorry." he cringed a little, as Sal teetered back and forth.
"Here, I've got...." Salvador pulled out the last of his bills and gave her two colorful five dollar bills. "This." He looked at her, believing that whatever he was hanging her, was enough to cover the cost of the damage he did to her footwear. "Just water?" He asked, as if suddenly hearing what was asked a few seconds ago. "If you wouldn't mind..." He trailed off, pushing the sum of ten dollars at the woman whose shoes he ruined.
