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Dyadic Existances; The time of awakening has come... Are you ready?
Topic Started: November 20, 2010, 10:13 pm (2,427 Views)
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~Vincent~
There was one inch forward and what Vincent guestimated to be around 2000 feet down between himself and his grave, that is, if he could die here. He stood on the very edge of the ivory stone of the tower, it's material pure white and flawless in every way. He felt power surging from the tower up through his feet and into the center of his torso. It was like a mix between being electrocuted and the feeling of an adrenaline rush. It made him feel great and invincible. Hell, if he didn't have a level head he probably would have believed that he could have leaped from his precipice and touched down on the ground as easily as superman.

He looked to the clear blue sky and scanned it for life. No birds flew within his vision and he saw absolutely no movement from the jungle like forest below, nor was there a single sound. Silence dominated everything. The air was slightly humid and it felt like it was around 80 degrees where he stood. This caused him to remove his hoody and wrap it around his waist. Wearing black today? bad idea. He'd have been better off running around in a red speedo. As the thought crossed his mind he could suddenly feel a breeze that wasn't there before. Looking down he blinked, several times. Now he was sure he did not own a pair of red speedos, which were the only thing keeping him from being completely in the nude all of a sudden, the little thing tightly clinging to his white flesh. Yeah, I didn't even say "Could this get any worse?" and this happens He thought to himself.

He looked around for a moment, which was totally redundant for it's purpose. He wanted to make sure no one could see him, but of course no one was there. "Hmm...why the hell not? This is a one time only exception..." He mumbled to himself, suddenly posing. He started flexing his small but toned muscles like he was being photographed. Hell, why not? It wasn't like he was ever going to end up in a speedo again. When his legs started spreading apart for each pose he stopped, drawing the line before he got too crazy with it. He layed down on the stone in the middle of the tower, which had a radius or about 20 feet. He closed his eyes and started willing clothes back onto himself. His mind went wild and started going from outfit to outfit. He finally opened his eyes and looked down, hoping to see something good. He was back in the exact same clothes as before. "Damn it! How did that happen anyway?" He said, not believing that all his crazy imagination could give him was what he was just wearing.

He flipped off his back and onto his feet like a ninja, making no sound but a small scuffling noise. Hells yeah, stuck it. He decided it was time to stop messing around and time to get the hell out of here before all the magic pumping into him made him explode. He scanned the top of the tower. The whole thing was plush and there were no discernible exits or anything that wasn't conformed to the rest of the tower's top. He walked the entire edge, looking down the sides to see if he could find anything unusual. His efforts were, once again, in vain. "Damn tower..." He said, starting to get a bit ticked off. "Give me something to work with!" He shouted, his voice taking on a commanding edge, a slight echo accompanying it. It sounded just like the mysterious man's voice. The tower responded.

Writing made from the tower pushed up from the flat surface in front of Vincent. He Had no idea what language it was in nor what it could possibly mean. Some of it wasn't even in lettering, but rather runic symbols. Well, he couldn't just sit there and not try. If the whole episode with the speedo had taught him anything, it was that his mind could make things happen here. In his head he thought about himself reading the writing, and his voice suddenly took on a life of its own. It read what was written in a monotonous manner, one that was totally void of emotion. What it read sounded like this: "Mando vobis et tu turris antiquis patere hinc exire ubi conveniunt"

A bright white energy shot up from the center of the tower in the form of a beam. The beam became focused and formed into a single floating glob. The glob spread out into a shining doorway that was freestanding, its entryway too bright for mortal eyes to peer into. What the hell, was he going into the twilight zone? Or maybe he was already in it...oh screw that, the twilight zone wasn't even that scary or cool. Now if he went through there and ended up in Dora the explorer land, THAT would be scary.

He grinned at these thoughts as he took an unfaltering step towards the door. As he passed through it, his eyes screwed shut from the light, he saw an image of the robed man in his head. The man nodded to him and the words "Good, you pass. Next time we meet, your true awakening shall begin..."

Vincent came awake with a start, his crouched frame jumping up like a spring. He looked around, quickly taking in the situation. He saw that the hooded guy got away, James was being dragged away, his horns gone. He went to help with that, thinking a dead-weight insomniac who spontaneously head butted things with horns that he randomly sprouted might be a bit much for one person to deal with.
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lol, homophobes. I love gay people.
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"I... im... im sorry. I didnt mean to be rude. It's just im embarassed about my work is all" Her eyes showed the shame of what she had just did but her stomach betrayed her. A low rumble came from her stomach and her cheecks flushed a bright red. "Haha it would seem im hungry as well." She tried laughing it off to get her cheeks to unflush. Truth be told she had not eaten since the morning before so she was quite famished and she needed food. "My offer to pay is still up for grabs if yall want." She noticed the little girl glance passed her and turned to see what she was looking at. As she turned she noticed a young boy run face first into a vending machine and fall to the ground. Putting away her skecthbook she ran over to the boy and helped him up. "Oh are you ok? Did you hurt your self? Im sure you must be hungry would you like to come get some breakfast with us. I can cover your breakfast if you dont have any money." She absolutely loved kids and you could tell that by the look on her face. It was a mix of concern and loving.
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Freddy froze as the woman approached him. His mother always told him to steer clear of strangers, but she never mentioned lady strangers. On the news they were always men who were the bad strangers, but this person was a girl! Maniacs and psychopaths couldn't be girls, this girl didn't seem like a maniac or a psychopath! But there was no way Freddy was going with a stranger nonetheless, he had already taken a cautious mini-step away.

"Freddy!" shouted a panicked voice from further up in the hall, he looked around to see Hank by the entrance, looking around quickly. He didn't want to go with Hank yet! He still had to meet the girl! Freddy took a large step back to the woman, almost pressing his head into her neck. He rooted around for a moment in his pocket and took out the dollar Hank gave him, it wasn't stealing if the person gave you the money. He gave the dollar a little wave in front of the woman and said, his voice barely audible. "I would like breakfast very much thank you." His mother had always taught him to have good manners and he guessed he should be well-mannered in front of strangers. He peeked over the woman's shoulder. She definitely came from the group didn't she? If she did then she would have already tried to kidnap the girl, it really was safe!

Freddy carefully snaked his hand into the woman's, staring up at her expectantly. "My name's Frederick, but my friends call me Freddy" He said, almost inaudible again, with a slight little smile on his face.
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Maggie was admittedly rather surprised when Eilhsa snapped out of it. Most people didn't come to grips that quickly with things like what they were seeing. Of course, James' horns were going away, so her psyche could have simply been telling her she was imagining things. Even more surprising was when Vincent joined them, though he didn't say anything. Well... two people would certainly make moving James much easier. She glanced between the two of them. Neither of them appeared to have car keys on them when they entered, which made her sigh. They needed to get James out of the shop... the back room wasn't the ideal place, just the only place she'd been able to think of to hide him where she stood a chance of getting him to quickly.

"I guess neither of you have a car?" she asked between short pants as she and Eilhsa carried James' limp body. When they both shook their head, she let out a frustrated sigh. "Alright, look... we're gonna carry him through the back to the back door. My car is parked in the employee lot behind the building. You get him in the car and drive him to my place. I'll give you the address. And when you get there, you have to all three stay there, understand? I can explain what's going on with all of you, but you have to wait for me to get there. I need to call my boss... the cops... get all this stuff sorted out, but I promise I'll get to you as soon as I can, okay?"

She manuevered them through the break rooms and storage area to a back entrance marked "Employees only" from the outside, where they would find a small silver Chevrolet Aveo sitting there. After unlocking the door and helping them get James in to the back seat, she handed Vincent her keys and wrote her address down on a peice of paper from her pocket.. probably a sales receipt or something of that nature. "No one else is home, so just let yourselves in and get him settled on the couch. His head will heal, don't worry about it too much, okay?"

The sound of sirens could be heard off in the distance and she cursed softly. "Just go! I'll be there as soon as I can. Whatever you do, DONT speed. Don't call attention to yourself."

She sighed and stepped back at that, turning to hurry back in to the shop, praying they weren't going to take off with her car and disappear. Slipping back in to the shop, she went to the book shelf where the blood was, pulling her phone out and texting a friend as she did so.

She was just finishing wiping up the blood that was on the shelf itself and had begun working on the floor when the cops arrived.

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I will provide C.R.s to Eilhsa and Vincent once I know what they intend to do. Please post your plans in the OOC thread. Ryan may post now as well, and Bonnie(Ceasing) should expect a PM from me in a few moments.
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Adrianna had been so distracted by the dance Reia was doing, she didn't notice the boy running in to the machine until the other girl ran over to him. Seeming slightly surprised, Adriana turned and watched them, only to hear the panicked voice of a man calling out "Freddy!" over the crowds. She frowned some and made her way over to where the boy was, in time to hear him introduce himself.

"Freddy, huh?" she asked with a kind smile as she glanced up at where the security guard seemed to be searching frantically, still calling out the boy's name over and over again. "Well Freddy, it would appear someone's looking for you. He seems pretty worried. Maybe you should let him know you're okay, and then if he says it's fine, you can come get some food with us."

She glanced back at Reia, waving her over.
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~Vincent~
Vincent helped carry James, letting Maggie guide them as he and Eli kept his legs up. When she asked about him having a car, he shook his head. The only transportation he had besides his feet was some roller blades and a 10 street bike. The bike was for when he needed to get somewhere far away fast, and the roller blades were just for fun. He handed the address to Eli and took the keys. "Good, I'm looking forward to our chat later on. Good luck" He said to Maggie, pocketing the keys and slinging James over his shoulder. The guy was taller than he was, but that didn't mean he weighed anymore. "Hey Eli, mind getting the door?" He asked the girl he had so recently met.

When she opened the door he tried to put James in carefully, but bumped his head on the doorway as he put him in. Oh well, not like the dude would feel it over the head butts he had given that bookshelf. He secured him with a seat belt after setting him down gently. He hopped in the driver seat afterward, taking his hood down to reveal his long hair. He didn't need to drive with his field of vision narrowed.

"Alright kiddies, buckle up your safety belts. We might experience some turbulence during liftoff." He said, talking like the pilot of a large airline jet, even adding in the occasional "Uhhh" between sentences. He started the Chevrolet up and threw her in reverse. He floored the gas, causing the tires to go loose for a moment. They finally stuck and the car lurched backwards. Vincent let off the gas, turning the wheel to the left sharply and pulling the E-brake. They jackknifed around and Vincent put the E-brake back down, hitting the gas more gently this time. "Wow, never tried that before. Glad it worked." He said, laughing. They pulled out of the parking lot and into the light traffic. Why was the traffic light? Like hell he knew, he didn't do traffic.

"So Eli, think you can direct us to the address? I'm more of a wonder aimlessly to learn the area type of guy, and we're pretty far from my stomping grounds." He asked her, keeping his eyes on the road. He had learned to drive, and even had a drivers license. He didn't happen to have it with him at the moment though. He didn't realize it, but he had a huge smile on his face, excited from all the crazy stuff that was happening.
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lol, homophobes. I love gay people.
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Helping to carry the one man to the car, Eilhsa calmed a bit more, and just focused on the task at hand. She let her mind wander to completely different things, and to just almost zone out. That is until she heard the thunk of the mans head on the car as Vincent set him in. She scowled at him and pushed him out of the way, climbing into the car and setting up the bloodied man. Gently touching his head, she flinched away slightly at the sensation of the blood, but continued anyways, looking for any traces of horns, but there were none. She felt calmed and much better from that. It was reassuring and she put the thought of horns from her head, telling herself she had only imagined it. Seating herself into the car, she buckled up, and made a small surprised sound, as Vincent threw the car into a jerking maneuverer.

Grabbing the man next to her, she stopped him from bashing his head onto the window, and pulled him instead into her lap, ignoring the blood. It would look natural if someone where to somehow look into the car, a boyfriend asleep on his girlfriend, so it was most likely safer this way. A passed out guy in the back of a car, bloody, and smacking into windows, would defiantly draw attention. Sighing, she looked up at Vincent as he talked to her about the directions.

"Sure, as long as you NEVER do that thing you just did again with me in the car, ever." She put her right hand over her heart, where she usually had a necklace, or at the least her headphones. When she clutched at empty air she just sighed, and put her left hand up to Vincent. "Gimme the directions and I'll see if I can navigate our way there, please." Her right hand went down to her lap, meeting with the mans soaked hair. She shuddered a little bit, but got over it quickly. He needed their help, not her freaking out because of a head wound. She looked down at him, and smiled bitterly to herself. To think the first guy to have his head in her lap, and he wasn't even awake, and even better, he was covered in blood. Greaaat . . .Lez would be ribbing me SO hard right now. . . I hope this guy is going to be alright though . . .

Stroking his hair gently, she pulled it out of his face, and then rubbed his neck and should, like she did for Lez if he was stressed out or bummed. It seemed to calm most people, though she didn't really know if it worked when they weren't awake to feel it, but it was a habit by now. It was like how she got around anyone else that was sick, or children. Her maternal instincts liked to kick in like that at random times, this being one of them apparently. "And Vinny . . .What is this guys name?" She couldn't go one calling his the bloody man, or unconscious guy forever, a name would help her out just a tiny bit.

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Ryan’s lead pipe slammed the cash register open and in i the saw his prize. He quickly grabbed the small bills and placed them in his pocket. He estimated 50 bucks. He didn’t really want more. He wasn’t the greedy type. He was the pragmatic type. He always stole less than 50 bucks, just enough to be considered a crime, and not enough to warrant being the country’s most wanted criminal. He does get hunted down by the police, but he can easily out manoeuvre and outrun them. The police won’t bother too much after he gets away. He always makes sure his face is covered. He always changes his clothes regularly, such as… after this heist. He’s going to get rid of his dark hoodie and sunglasses and disappear in the crowd, but first he’ll have to be a safe distance away. He has no permanent residency. He never keeps anyone close to him.

He dashed for the exit; not even looking back at the injured for a second. The cops were on their way, and he needed to get out. He quickly looked around, and walked down the sidewalk with a heightened pace. He looked around for a possible place to lay low. He kept himself in the ground. The crowd was safe. He wasn’t particularly tall and he didn’t stand out. His stomach grumbled as his nose picked up the scent of food. He looked around, and his eyes narrowed as he spotted the Campus. There were lots of students, and he spotted several people willingly wearing the same type of clothes as him. Loose baggy clothes, hoodies… He could hide in there. He looks like a student, and wasn’t too old… The smell was mesmerizing and coming form that general direction. His mouth was watering as he looked left and right before crossing the street. He nearly got run over by a car driven by a madman, but he didn’t think much of it as with a quick steady pace he headed for the campus, following his nose.

This was his life in a nutshell; stealing, running and eating, followed by stealing running and sleeping. Then he’ll settle down from crime and just make due with whatever amount of money he has left. He might stalk and prey on other criminals and act as a vigilante, only he doesn’t give back their loot and uses it for himself. Most city hold underground fighting cage matches; highly illegal but hidden. He’ll try and sniff it out to participate in them. There was something deep inside of him that truly enjoyed doing such things. Hunting for your keep; taking down one on one a foe and eating without waiting for someone else to finish their food. He was hungry… so hungry…
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Challenge ratings:

James Mental Capacity to wake up and Defense to determine how bad his headache will be if he does wake up.
Challenge Rating: (Mental Capacity)2/10
(Defense)4/10

Vincent Discipline to keep from speeding and attracting too much attention, Mental Capacity to determine how well he manages to follow directions given to him.
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(Mental Capacity): 2/10
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Without taking his eyes off the road he handed Eilhsa the address and directions, stretching a bit to do so. "His name is James. Poor dude, reminds me of my Aunt Melly. She has insomnia, Schizophrenia, OCD, and the occasional random sonic diarrhea. She's always loopy and out of it, though I'm fairly certain that she's never sprouted head ornaments before." He said, chuckling.

He continued to drive, staying cool and collected. He hadn't done this in so long, but luckily for him it was riding a bike. "So, how about those directions?" He asked, itching to turn the radio on but knowing he'd need to listen to what his companion told him. They came to a red light behind two other cars. He slowed and came to a stop, waiting on the light and Eil.
Edited by Kyoichi, January 10, 2011, 1:03 am.
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lol, homophobes. I love gay people.
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The lecture became exceedingly dull when she already knew its contents, and as such, Bonnie-Rose's mind began to wander. Sometimes it would glance over meaningless thoughts, such as what she might eat for dinner, or whether or not to enter that photography competition. Most of the time, though, she was focussed on her dreams. Perhaps it was foolish to wonder why, all of a sudden, she was having these vivid, violent dreams. It was likely that it was not quite so fool as she might imagine.

She was still trying to to get her head around why she hadn't recognised herself in the mirror. Mirrors, in her opinion, were very superstition-based things. In fact, she believed many superstitions about them - the foremost of which was that, if one were to sleep with a mirror reflecting their face, spirits would be released through the mirror and gain control of the sleeper's body.

That sounded far more malevolent, now she thought about it. What if the thing inside her was doing it on purpose?
The thing? Jeez, was this like in Alien? There was nothing inside her!

Reaching for her phone with the intention of seeing what the time was, she was taken aback to notice she had a message from Maggie. A frown furrowed her brows briefly, and she whizzed off another in reply before carefully packing her bags. The instant her lecturer's back was turned, she almost flew out the door, back down through the marble-tiled maze, and out onto the campus. Where was the bookstore again?

Ah, yes, now she remembered.

Setting off in that direction, her pace was as brisk as when she'd been haring through the twisted corridors of the University. Many might turn to stare at the girl with that strange black streak in her hair, but her proud almond eyes were fixed on the goal ahead. If people sniggered, she didn't hear it.

Perhaps it was five minutes, or maybe it was fifty - she didn't have a clue how long it took for her to reach the store. However long it was, she reached it just as a car jolted violently into a light stream of traffic. Slowing down sufficient that she could catch her breath, she brushed a hand through her curled hair and frowned, contemplating the vehicle with concern before realising that Maggie was watching it leave.

"What's the problem?" she asked, walking up beside her. "I didn't just miss it, did I?"
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James groaned to awareness cramped and feeling like he had just had a bad death metal band randomly blaring notes with their blown out amps on maximum volume. He let out a deep growl and reached his long arm over the shoulder of the driver's seat and poked his middle finger into Vincent's ear while giving him the bird in the rear view mirror. "Screw you, my hair is not an ornament." He poked a couple times before squinting his eyes open, wondering why the car had a blue denim ceiling with the stitching of a pants crotch and a zipper to open the convertible. Whoa, wait a moment there. "Wait...why the hell are you yelling about my hair? Just 'cause it likes to dance doesn't mean you've gotta bash it." He shifted his body, it was oddly contorted being length ways in a car: His hips were laying flat, his left leg was jammed against the back passenger door, the right leg was jammed nearly under the passenger seat, and his chest was trying to press against the seat. His head was the only thing that was currently comfortable.

He groaned and raised a hand to his head, or thought he did, he was so out of it at the moment that he had no idea where his head WAS. He got a hand full of something soft, had a bit of firmness to it and the texture of cloth. Had his brain finally oozed out his ear?! He turned his head slightly and squinted, looking at his hand resting on Eilhsa's breast. "Aw, man! That thing always gets the better pillows...oh..." He concentrated a little harder through the still playing band of suck and looked into the girl's eyes hard, narrowing them to the point where he looked on the verge of raging. "You. You know you have breasts right?" Any witty comment he would have made without the headache was long gone, especially since the band of epic sucking had taken to throwing their amps and instruments against his temples. He removed his hand from her breast, actually able to find his head from his ass this time thanks to the pain. The warm feeling of blood met his fingers and he sat about bolt upright, wobbling and nearly doing a faceplant right back onto the lap pillow. "Shit...how much blood have I lost?" He quickly took off his thick thermal shirt and wiped at his head and face, fighting through the screaming headache at each touch to his head. "And stop yelling. I'm sitting right here." Wait, had anyone even said anything yet? Didn't matter. He gently scrubbed his shirt against his face, his slightly toned body showing in full to anyone who looked. He inverted his shirt so the blood on the outside was now inside and turned the long sleeve into a sort of bag before he dropped it to the floor. He wanted to bawl his eyes out until they rolled back in his head and shot out his ears, each touch to his head hurt so bad but he had to continue. A normal human could only lose so much blood before hitting the point of danger. Danger Will Robenson Danger! Wait, this isn't the Hallmark Channel!

James gently probed the tender flesh where his horns had made their appearance from and equated them to about splintering the side of the shelf. "Dayum...thanks mom for the thick skull, else I wouldn't be able to bully the inanimate objects so well." He coughed and looked from driving Vincent to Eilhsa with a frown, he needed one of them to donate clothing to the cause of keeping his head together, with how it was pounding he thought rather literally. "I need a piece of clothing, and I swear by what ever 'god' is out there Vince, if you hand me boxers I'll beat you with your own leg." Don't mess with crazy.

The mainly noticeable things about him at this point were his skin tone, it had become more of a burnished color as if he'd spent some time in the deep summer sun. His eyes didn't have the circles beneath them, but that was likely due to the loss of blood especially with his face looking rather pale compared to the rest of his skin. And finally his voice, it had gone from the nutty insomniac squeak to that kind of Samuel L. Jackson kind of deep. He noticed none of- GROOOOOOOWL.

James looked from Vincent to Eilhsa beside him with that face between "Awesome" and "Oops". Once he'd looked between them a couple times he turned his attention to his stomach that had made the loud protest. "Silence! Ah'll keel you! If I want your opinion...I'll give it to you!" He cleared his throat and rubbed the bridge of his nose, did he mention that his shenanigans hurt his head? Even his hair was screaming for him to get off the stage. "Of all the times to be hungry enough to eat a Bowing 747..." Oh, hey, wait a minute now...was that the right saying?
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Reia giggledas the boy ran into the vending machine. She didn't stop dancing to the music of her mind until she was waved over. Her dancing slowed, but did not stop, as she moved over. "Hi." She said to the boy before looking to Adrianna and patting her stomach "hungry."

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Reia giggled as she saw the boy run into the vending machine. The woman who didn't seem to like her drawings looked at went over to check on him. Adriana also moving over.
The girl didnt stop dancing to the music in her head until she was waved over, and even then she only slowed her motions as she moved. "Hi." She giggled as she gave a sort of wave to the boy. Her swaying shifted some as she turned and danced around Adriana moving to where she could be seen by the woman, she then patted her stomach and stated 'Hungry!' Inorder to remind her of what they were going to do.

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He walked with his head low and with a quick step as he walked in the crowd of the school campus. He didn’t look back; he just walked forward, his head low as he headed for the entrance of the school. His hands were firmly in his pants pocket, as he kept his hands on the amount of money he had just taken, while the other clutched the lead pipe hidden by his baggy pants. He could smell the food, but first he had to change. He quickly walked down the halls of the school, avoiding bumping into students as he shifted in the men’s bathroom.

Good, it was empty. He headed for the sinks and looked at himself in the mirror. He took out his sunglasses and threw them on the counter. He removed his hoodie, and jammed it in the trashcan. There, a normal guy wearing a Metallica t-shirt with baggy pants. He grabbed his sunglasses and put them on the collar of his shirt. If he played it right, then nobody had seen his face; now to finally get his just reward and get some food.

He walked out of the bathroom, and casually walked over to the cafeteria. A combination of his hunger making his sense of smell particularly sensitive to food, and glancing at a campus map helped greatly. His calm casual pace quickly reverted back to a quick pace as he walked through the crowd, looking straight forward as he avoided people without a second glance. His eyes were fixed in front of him as he seemed to know exactly where he was going. He walked past a group of four students; one small boy, one small girl and two young women. As he walked past, he had a shiver go down his spine and cleared his throat.

When he arrived in the cafeteria, he saw the long line and growled as he took a place in it. He crossed his arms, his stomach rumbling and growling.
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Maggie watched as the car was swung recklessly out of the parking lot. Her nerves were already on edge, and now she had to watch some mad man in her car while praying he didn't wreck it. She had told him not to draw attention to himself, hadn't she? She could only pray he listened... She didn't need them pulled over and linked to what had happened at the store as more than customers caught in the middle of a sloppy robbery. She had just given a soft sigh, her shoulder slumping some as the stress of the situation began to set in and was about to head inside when Bonnie walked up, in a hurry as she generally seemed to be.

For a moment Maggie was obviously confused by what her friend was doing there, but then it dawned on her and her eyes widened some as her mind caught up with the situation. "Well actually, the problem itself is mostly over. Some dick robbed the shop, and another guy freaked out and hit his head. I was kind of hoping you could help me clean up some, the cops will be here any minute. Once my boss shows up, I'm gonna ask to go home early... You should come hang at my place. I could use the company."

Her smile was strained and tired, the exhaustion she was beginning to feel showing on her face as she turned and lead the way back inside through the employee entrance with Bonnie following behind. "We should get the blood cleaned up first, I guess..." she mumbled as she pulled out her cell phone and dialed her boss. After a brief question and answer period, her side of which went. "I don't know how much. No sir... yes, I'm fine, a little shaken but it wasn't that bad. The customers left, yeah... I'm locking the door now. The cops were called. Yeah, okay, see you soon."

She had just flipped the sign from "open" to "closed" and handed Bonnie a roll of paper towels and cleaning spray and gloves from the first aid kit when her temples started to throb. Once again, the smell of blood hit her nose and despite the fact that Khalida was normally dormant during the daylight hours. Maggie could feel her stomach clenching in hunger and she had to hold back a groan as she made her way over to where the blood was all over the shelves and floor. The cleaning spray had bleach in it, which would basically make any DNA evidence null and void, which was part of the point.

Shooting Bonnie another apologetic smile, she knelt and began to spray down the shelf and wipe it down, removing ruined books as she went. "I'm sorry for dragging you out here... I just don't want to be alone, you know?"

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Eilhsa: To give correct directions while handling James' antics:

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For a moment, Bonnie was stunned by the news. Who said nothing happened at book stores? Seemed like the world was going insane - though perhaps that was just her.

"Sure," she replied, in reply to both parts of Maggie's comments pertaining to her. Cleaning up should take her mind off her nightmares and sleepwalking incidents, and she might as well be there for Maggie, considering she had nothing better to do with herself except photography and contemplation - neither of which she was particularly geared up for at the moment.

Though Maggie might have been clearly read by anyone else, Bonnie hardly registered the tiredness on her face before her friend turned around. All she could do was hurry after her like the hasty person she was through the employee entrance, bracing herself for mess. Misplaced books weren't the only cause of mess, however, and for the second time that day Bonnie smelt blood. Jesus Christ. Whatever had happened in here, she could see why Maggie might have wanted someone around.

While Maggie rang her boss, Bonnie peered around at the shelves carefully. It was a mess, but they could probably clean it up quickly between the two of them - rather, Bonnie would whirlwind through it, leaving a half-job as per usual, and Maggie would probably clean up what she had missed. Saying that, she might be able to slow down a little. While she glanced around, fidgeting a little, Maggie finished up on the phone and handed her some useful cleaning gear.

It was then that they got started, and Bonnie thanked herself that she couldn't taste it as well. Pulling on the gloves, she began to spray the bleach, wrinkling her nose a little at the smell of the cleaning agents, and feeling a little grossed out by the way that blood seeped into the paper towels. Still, she had nothing better to do.

"Hey, it's okay," Bonnie replied, continuing with her brisk cleaning. "That guy must have had one serious freak-out," she added, scrubbing at the already congealing blood with a faint look of distaste on her face.
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"James . . .alright, so at least I know his name, and yeah, one second. Just let me re-" Eilhsa stopped dead in her tracks while speaking, to look down at the man, James, who was moving, and even speaking. Eyes wide, she listened to him as he made a quick retort to the head ornaments comment. She smiled, glad that he was awake, only to have her smile wiped clean off her face when she felt a hand touch her breast. She Sat up straight in her seat, back cracking as she did so. The look on her face was of complete and utter surprise, and almost like a deer caught in head-lights. "Y-y . . Yes. I am well aware that I have breast, get your hand off of them." After the initial shock, she was back into boss woman mode, flailing her hand at his hand, while he sat himself up. She watched as he went from still partially sleepy, to wide awake, exclaiming about his bleeding. Wincing she watched as he drew back the hand of blood. Her eyes widened even farther as he took of his shirt, and she felt a soft blush go across her cheeks.

She waited until his antics were over, and when he asked for a piece of clothing, she realized that she was going to have to be the one to do it, it would cause huge suspicion for Vincent to just climb out of the car or even just strip where he was at the moment, and she needed him to keep driving. The light turned green and cars were moving forward once more. Giving Vincent the first few directions, she turned back to James and turned even redder thinking about what she was about to do.

Zipping up her hoodie to the neck, she pulled her arms in and took of her long sleeve shirt from underneath. It was a thicker shirt, she usually only wore it on very chilly days, but waking up at the time she did, she thought it was best for her morning walk, and she had no other clean clothes at her apartment at that moment. After stripping off the long sleeve shirt, she handed it to James, the other hand keeping her zipper up as far as possible, it was just her lucky to wear her favorite hoodie, with the zipper that liked to slip down and unzip itself on a day that she would not have anything other then her bra underneath . . . what had she gotten herself into walking into that book store?

Sighing she motioned for him to take it from her."I promise I'm not mad about the random groppage, just take care of your head alright? We'll get to Maggie's place soon enough, and then I can help you wash your head with some water, maybe even find something to bandage it up . . .and a disinfectant, going to need to get that too . . ."

She giggled slightly to herself when she heard his stomach growl, and dug into her pants pocket, fishing out a stick of gum from Lez. Holding the small package out to him, she smiled sheepishly. "Until Vincent gets us to Maggie's, this is all you're going to be able to get, pulling over into a drive through isn't an option with your state, and we really really need to get you all fixed up. You lost a lot of blood you know . . .

Realizing at that moment that he was shirtless, had the faint outline of dried blood on his neck and upper shoulders, and looked like hell with his hair sticking in all directions, people in cars next to and behind them, were looking at his curiously. "Shit . . .Put you head back in my lap! People can see you, and you look just the tiniest amount of weird to them. Police are at the book store, and I would really rather not have a nice chat with them because people thought you look funny, so please, put your head back down and just lie low, literally, until we get to where we're going." She sighed as she looked at the paper with the directions again. It would be less then twenty minutes. She smiled glad that it wasn't too far away, and looked over at James, wondering if he would just do as she had asked or not.
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Vincent at first didn't even notice James was awake, he was too busy sticking the directions in his head. He turned right at the light, keeping the speed limit and staying in his lane. When James started mouthing off he looked back a for a sec, but spun his head back to keep an eye on the road. The car had drifted just a bit in that one instant that he had looked away. Luckily traffic had spread out some since they had left the light, otherwise they would have traded paint with someone. Once again, he didn't need to get a bill for car damages.

"Morning, sleeping umm...not so much beauty..." He said, trying to come up with some clever joke, but failing since all his attention was on the road. "Hey man, keep your leaking head juice off the furnishing, I don't need a bill from Maggie just cause I'm driving. But uh, yeah, get some pressure on that, we don't need you dying on us." Vincent said, his voice serious and concerned. He swerved when he heard the comment about Eil's boobs, but managed to pass it off as changing lanes. He couldn't help but laugh at Eil's retort. "Careful dude, Your wound isn't gonna keep her from smacking you for much longer if you keep that up" he snickered, taking another right after throwing on his turn signal.

Traffic was starting to thicken up again as they got on a major road. They would need to turn off onto a side road to get to Maggie's house soon. Vincent sped up, going the speed limit and staying conformed to the flow of traffic. 10 minutes of this and they would reach their destination.

He raised an eyebrow at James' now deep voice. "Dude, you just WISH you could get something out of my pants. Not gonna fly." Vincent said, slowing down. He put his turn signal on once more and turned onto the side road he had been looking for. They road down the street slowly, vincent scanning the many apartment buildings and homes. The address was around here.

"Ok um...oh! there it is!" He said, pulling into the driveway. He slowed the Chevrolet down and put her in park, twisting the key and sighing as the engine stopped rumbling. "I ever mention how much I hate driving?" he asked, getting out of the car. He opened the back door on Eil's side. "Alright, let's get him inside quick" Vincent, said, grinning as he grabbed Jame's arms. "You get the feet, I don't think those have grabbing tendencies" He said, chuckling, looking James in the eye and giving him a wink that said "Nice one bro"

(I'm not sure what kind of House Maggie should have, so I'm) just gonna leave that in the dark till Irish says otherwise about it.
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The battered young man frowned at the shirt slightly with a quirked eyebrow and looked at the young woman that had handed it to him. "You know, as a young woman with such nice features I had the feeling that you were familiar with hair dye and what happens when it's applied incorrectly." He waggled his eyebrows with a smirk and took a moment to stuff his arms through the sleeves before pulling the collar open as wide as possible before glowering and trying to think through the fail rave that was stomping around in his head to polka music. One way or another he had to get the shirt over his head, so, may as well deal with a bit of pain.

He set his teeth, his features sharpening and hardening with determination as he fought off his splitting headache, ducking his head down as he pulled the shirt on, doing odd neck contortions to keep the material from touching his head, thinking more of her shirt than his aching head. Flesh heals, fabric...not so much...

He grumped and groused, swore and cursed and finally pouted. SURE the shirt covered him enough, it was wide enough to take care of the chest needs. "Oh...that's just cruel." His stomach from the bottom of his ribs to his pants waistband showed fully and the sleeves hardly reached half way on his forearms, he looked like a kid that had been fed miracle grow and watered too much. It was better than nothing even if it would embarrass the hell out of him.

Despite his headache and the want to spray all the dancers in his head with a fire extinguisher he felt much better, as if most of the tension that had mounted over the last year had evaporated. James took a deep breath and let it out in a rumbling sigh, slowly rolling his shoulders back as he rolled his neck. The tension in them let go with soft cracks and crunches as his bones settled into place where they should have been anyway. Damn things need to be given a moving violation or something.

He looked between them as they pulled up to the house and smirked, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Well, you wouldn't know that now would you. Maybe I have monkey toes." He chuckled and opened his door, damn determined to move on his own just to spite them. If they were seen carrying a six foot and some change person into a house that was dripping red liquid from his head...The Midgets Strike Back! The latest of George Lucas films!

The blood in his wounds had slowed enough to start to congeal and clot. He walked around the car and stood beside the door looking as healthy and hale as if he hadn't cracked his head against a bookshelf and had horns bust their groove out of his head. "'S go already..." Despite looking nonchalant and bored, he was putting on airs so they didn't have to stress over him anymore than they had. He needed water and he needed to clean his head off and make sure it wasn't going to get infected. What none of them really knew is that new flesh had actually already been replaced at this point, as if the horns had never existed to begin with let alone sprouted. He wouldn't believe them even if they told him it had happened, who the hell sprouts horns? In any case he needed a shower, some Alieve, and a good nap.
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Ryan stepped forward as the line slowly moved forward. There were many indecisive students in front of him. They hesitated; they slowed the line much to his frustration and to everyone waiting behind him. He couldn’t stand it anymore…. He just couldn’t stand the wait. The beast within him wanted nourishment and a pale weakling was in his way! It wasn’t just any weakling: an obvious lisp, a tugged in stripped shirt, pocket protector, big rimmed glasses with a piece of white tape in-between to hold it together, tight brown slacks and an unnecessary belt. Ryan could easily grab him by the back of his collar and throw him down on the ground, out of the line and out of his way. Ryan wasn’t good at hiding his emotions, and his increased breathing, his scowl and a glare that could make a tiny bird explode were all the warning signs of a very angry, very impatient young man.

His hand clasped the tray with such might, it was shaking against the railing, and the students behind him took one step back. They could sense it. Their student senses were tingling. His left hand let go of the tray, feeling it would collapse under the pressure, and he reached for the back of his collar, but he moved out of his way.

What was that? He moved forward?! The nerd had made his choice, it was given to him and he moved on, excellent. Ryan stepped forward and assumed the position. There was a wide selection of food, noodles, pizza, and soup. He filled up his tray, literally, with one of everything. No control over his hunger; he actually had to take a second tray for all the food he was taking. He left some displeased students behind, but ah well. He just ignored them. All that was in his mind was him eating the food. He paid for the food, which was roughly all of the money he stole. He managed to take a peek of the school cafeteria’s cash register.

Oh wow! He spotted so many bills. No shame or trouble in planning his next heist, right? Though, first he was going to eat, then he was going to digest, then he was going to leave.

He looked around the cafeteria. It was crowded. He scanned the horizon as he spotted an empty table. Actually, from the glance he had, it was the only empty table. He moved over, sat down and started devouring the food. Utensils? What were utensils? He was so caught up in his hunger, he forgot about the existence of his useless white plastic utensils. One thing is for sure, he’ll need a lot of napkins in order to clean up after will be said and done.
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Freddy's face turned a deep crimson as the two other girls moved over. 'Oh... They can all see me!' He thought to himself, his heart beat quickening as Reia approached. He winced as one of the girls mentioned Hank. Freddy could still hear his voice loud and clear behind him. 'He's getting clooooser' Echoed the voice in his head. "I know I know I know!" Freddy said to himself under his breath, glancing over his shoulder. Just as he did so Hank emerged from the crowd, his face flooding with relief. "There you are Freddy!" Said Hank, quickly approaching him. "You had me worried there slugger." He said. Hank had no idea why Freddy would take so long getting a chocolate bar, but his questions were answered as he noticed the little girl standing near him.

He recognised the girl, one of the daughters of the professors. Freddy may have been a cute little kid, but he had no idea what subtlety was. Whenever Hank was minding Freddy and the girl passed, Freddy immediately became quiet, even quieter than he usually is, and just stared. It didn't take a genius to make the connection.

"You headin' to lunch then, little guy?" He asked, kneeling down and ruffling Freddy's hair. He'd keep a close eye on the little group, but he needed to give the kid some freedom, it couldn't be fun hanging around with a security guard for the day, the kid deserved to have a few minutes of up-close admiration on his little crushette. He recognized one of the girls, he was supposed to try and learn pupils names, and her face did go with a name... Something like Adrienne. Well, he knew she was a student anyway. He reached into his pocket, taking out another dollar, he leaned over and whispered to her.

"Hey, I'm fine with Freddy goin' with you guys, here's a dollar, by him the red jello. He loves that stuff..."
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Adriana laughed softly at Reia's antics and insistance that it was time to eat. When Hank, the security guard came over, she finally recognized him. Well of course she recognized him... she wasn't a fan of males, let alone authority figures, but her reasons for not liking them made her careful to take note of who they were. When he came over, she stood terribly still and watched him carefully, almost nervously, like an animal trying to keep from drawing attention.

It was thus that when Hank leaned in and handed her an extra dollar, she flinched just slightly, but her trembling hand lifted and took the money regardless. "Y-yes, red jello... we can do that," her eyes went to Freddy as she tried to calm herself, forcing a small, kind smile to her young face. "Shall we then? I think Reia is going to go on her own if we don't hurry up."
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When they pull in to the drive, they find themselves infront of a townhouse in a fairly nice neighborhood. It's not high-end or gated, but it's not in the worst part of the city either. All in all, the lawn is well kept and the place seems clean from the outside. Inside the house is the same. The furniture has all the essentials, but it's not overdone. White walls, beige carpets, very much a rental. Stepping in the front door, one finds themselves on a landing with stairs heading down to what looks like a basement door, and up to a mid-level floor. Across from the stairs leading up is the kitchen and to the right is the living room. To the left is a half bath and around a corner is another set of stairs leading up to what can be assumed to be the bedrooms and full baths.

The top floor has two doors, though one is locked. The other is unlocked and connected to it is a full bath. The bedroom itself is slightly cluttered, and has spare papers and books scattered around... typical of a college student, but otherwise is clean and fairly orderly. The bathroom is pristine, as if Maggie was perhaps slightly OCD about the cleanliness of most of her house.



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Maggie had her own gloves on as she worked, and she was focusing hard on the task at hand. Not at the blood itself... but getting rid of it. She had to make it go away... both for James's sake and her own. The harder it was to track James down, the better... and the sooner the blood was gone, the sooner she could stop thinking about it. She had a deep, hankering need for a raw steak. The thought made her stomach clench again and she had to close her eyes for a moment and take a deep breath to keep her cool.

"Yeah... yeah, it wasn't pretty. Hit his head really hard. Lots of blood... wonder if he's anemic, as heavily as he bled..." it was more a passing comment than a real thought... better to try to explain where all the blood had come from that way.

Sirens were heard in the distance then and Maggie was quick to pass the pray over all the remaining blood, even if they hadn't gotten to it yet, before standing and going to open the door for the police who were climbing out of their cars, parked outfront of the shop. Her boss showed up shortly thereafter and while she was recounting what had happened and denying questions about needing to go to the hospital after being hit with the spray and such, she could only hope her friend would continue to clean up.

Naturally, the cops questioned all the blood, but Maggie explained that a customer had fallen and hit his head during it all, and had already left. Her boss gathered up the tapes from the security camera and handed them over and once the police were done taking her statement, Maggie's boss looked at her tired, shaken face and told her to go ahead and go home. She was quick to say she'd do so as soon as things were cleaned up, and returned to Bonnie.

"Thank you again..." she said, as she went about straightening things behind her friend. Soon enough, the ruined books were in a box for her boss to handle and with the exception of the blood stains in the carpet, the place was clean. When all was said and done, she turned back to Bonnie. "I owe you... did you want to come over? We'd have to walk, but it's not far and I could make you dinner or something as a thank you..."
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Walking around to James, she sneaked up a bit onto Vincent, and took the keys from his hands. Beckoning to James, she took him by the hand, not trusting him to be able to stand up right by himself with how pained he looked, and lead him to the front door, unlocking it with the first key she stuck in the door. Lucky her it was the right key. The inside of the house was very neutral, all off whites and beige, in all reality it sort of got on Eilhsa's nerves, color was what made her happy with houses, but she needed to focus on James first. Leaving him in the door way for a moment, where he could lean on the wall if he wanted to, she looked up the stairs quickly, turned to her right and peeked into the area, a living room. Huffing her breath, she turned a 180 and headed to the left instead, and found a bathroom, only a half, but that's all she really needed to find anyways.

Going back to James, she motioned for him to come with her. She walked over to the living room. "Just lie down on the couch or sit in a chair or something okay? I found the bathroom already, and I'm going to look for some things to clean you off with, a towel would be nice, and maybe if I'm lucky some Alieve or Tylenol, okay? Just stay here please? You've been through hell already, don't need to put yourself through anymore then you need to."

Giving him a quick sweet smile, she hurried over to the bathroom, and started looking through the drawers near the sink and in the medicine cabinet. When she first glanced into the mirror on the cabinet door, she gasped softly. Her face was slightly tinted with the hand prints of blood she had painted onto her face on accident in the store. Shivering, she took some water into her hands and rubbed at her face, drying off with some toilet paper. Once she was cleaned, she looked for some towels, she found only small hand towels, but grabbed about four of them, wetting two, and in the cabinet, she found some generic aspirin. Taking the bottle with her, she carried the towels over to him in the living room.

She giggled a bit seeing him in the mid-riff baring shirt, but held back her laughter, she figured it would only make him embarrassed. Going over to him, she handed him the towels, and then two of the pills. It said an adult could take two every four hours. She sighed, and looked around for a moment. "You defiantly look a lot better then you did in the store . . .You sure you're feeling alright? Do you want me to find you a blanket or something? You could take off the shirt and snuggle up, take a nap or something while I look around for some clothes for you. I could even possibly call my friend Lez. Lez could most defiantly find you some clothes to use, and wouldn't ask any questions." She flashed him another smile, and stuck her hand in her hoodie pocket, touching her MP4 player which set it off into a song.

~All I ever wanted, all I ever wanted, Was an in between to escape this desperate scene~
Edited by Reaxeons, January 21, 2011, 2:41 am.
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James looked around for a moment, his eyes sliding over most everything when the door opened. He was focused on only getting to a shower stall, frig, he'd even go so far as to give himself a swirly if he had to but he needed to get the blood out of his hair before it REALLY soaked in.

He strode easily up the stairs and looked around slightly, turning to look at the small young woman with concerned intensity. Why the hell was she so spaztastic over him? She didn't even know him aside from the wacked out head banger she met in a store. "I'm fine, thanks." He shifted into a bit of a defensive posture as he slunk away, finding the kitchen and smiled at the sink. Works~!

He stepped over and set the towels to the side, along with the pills. Priorities, he needed to literally clear his head of the blood before anything. He pulled his arms inside the small shirt and after having a straight jacket moment he managed to get it back off his head with minimal stains, leaving him half naked yet again. "Hey, get my other shirt out of Maggie's car before it soaks through." He just remembered it and that was pretty important, he didn't want to feel rude by leaving a mark in her car. He'd be tempted to claim his territory, well, he might do that later after a date or something. F-O-C-U-S.

After removing his head from his pants he turned on the faucet, leveling it to be tepid so that he wouldn't turn his head into an ice block but also wouldn't open up the scabs if there were any. He arched down in the opposite sink and smirked, the damn thing was spotless. He had a feeling that Maggie had the same cleaning tendency he had, OCD-like in a way. "WABALOOO!" the rich rumble of his voice came out odd and whimsically distorted as he sung into the drain, pulling the faucet head around so that it was spraying his head. Singing in the shower~! Oh..well..not exactly huh?

He had to say that even though the water was tepid and as close to room temperature as possible.."Ack! Fuck! SssssssS!" That'sssssssssss a nice everything in that drain! Maggie had a miniature galaxy, or so the battered young man could see, in her pipes! All screwing off aside he gingerly dragged his fingers through his hair, no long just a dark auburn either, he had waited too long, his hair becoming stained a deep crimson color despite his efforts. He kept his fingers moving though, watching the blood dribble and trickle into the drain until nothing but pure water and a few strands of hair slid down into the starry darkness. "Ugh....might as well have dunked my head in acid." His head was throbbing worse at this point, the combination of hunching down, having water running over his head, and the gyrating room of screaming window lickers inside his head was a little much. He fondled the water knobs blindly until the nozzle turned off and pushed it aside. Don't look directly into...The Nozzle.

Once he gave himself a moment to concentrate, the battered young man plucked the pills from the counter and popped them into his mouth, giving them a quick chew while he fumbled for the small towels, confident that the blood was gone and he wouldn't mess up the cute whiteness. Though he wobbled a bit still he managed to stand up straight with the hand towel draped over his naked shoulder, his medium length hair splayed around his head in wet curls, glistening like dark blood. Crimson. He didn't know why the name pulled at him so hard, to the point where his heart skipped a beat and slammed against his rib cage, it was that voice...the voice of the golden walking cheese grater. What the hell do you want? All that answered him was silence and his own breathing thankfully enough. Now that he'd been hosed with pepper spray, knocked around, battered, bled, bothered, bonked, stuffed, likely almost cuffed all that was left was to do the Macarena. AY!

He needed to lay off what ever he was smoking.

James cracked an eye open and turned his head slightly, looking through the veil of dark crimson stained hair at the young woman that was so insistent on helping, trying to lull him into relaxing so she could SUCK HIS BLOOD! He'd seen this movie before! "No, I'd rather stick to not snooping around...it'll make me sick to my stomach to do any more invading than I already have." He stood up straight, stretching his arms above his head and slowly rising up onto his toes in a massive stretch that made his whole body ripple and force his ribs to push out against the skin and muscle. "Besides that, before I lay down to sleep anywhere I need a shower, and I have a feeling Maggie wouldn't like to come home to a strange naked man in her shower." The realization suddenly struck him, how did he know this was Maggie's place? He stepped up before Eilhsa and leaned down, sniffing a couple times before going to the couch in the other room and sniffing the air above it. "The...hell?" He couldn't figure it out, the scent in the car he recognized, despite there being two other people in with him, he knew was Maggie's just from having met her. His headache returned double time as the window lickers went nuts and started stomping the yard tard style. Raver Dave! Rated the best epileptic rave dancer of the year! His shoulders stiffened up and he gripped the back of the couch with his eyes squeezed shut tight, afraid they'd shoot out of the sockets like miniature cannon balls. He really didn't feel so good anymore.
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