Post by marlowe wiedmer on Dec 26, 2012 22:46:04 GMT -5
“No, man. You needa get some rest. You’ve never seen you go as hard as you did tonight. Sleep tight, Marlowe, you crazy motherfucker.”
Steadying himself on the walls, the student waved and turned to face his next challenge. First, it was the monthly night of sin he treated himself with. Now, it was this flight of steps that looked ever so menacing. He found himself skipping steps and salvaging two close calls. Somehow, the normally sensible teen made it to the gray outdoors of Greenwich. Loeb wasn’t too far from his friends’ apartment. Liquid courage assured him that walking home was an easy task. Marlowe felt like a candle in his chest kept him moving. It burned furiously, moving him to the sidewalk where he struggled to walk straight. His body felt dangerously light, as if he was to fall down any second. 2 in the morning, the new school student blinked at the street sign and hiccupped. Was he going in the right direction?
Post by sophia rosenberg on Dec 26, 2012 23:07:48 GMT -5
Several yards away, Sophia is taunted by her own demons. Among vampires, the demons of hunger affect a woman as much as they do for any man.
She really needs to stop doing this to herself - waiting until the last minute. She can't overdo it either, though. Unlike the others, Sophia is not blessed with the natural powers of memory manipulation, which makes hunting that much riskier. Finding food is probably harder than her night job, truth be told. That is, if she plans to keep her prey alive. Who is she trying to fool, though? If she had counted herself human, then she wouldn't have spent three decades as a landless fugitive.
Still, the sight of the intoxicated boy who is wandering in her direction offers her some hope. She is emboldened by the whiff of alcohol in his blood. Sophia hurries to his side and steadies him by the shoulders.
Post by marlowe wiedmer on Dec 26, 2012 23:20:09 GMT -5
His stomach was pestering for a falafel, but his mind couldn’t recall where the closest halal cart was. His hunger problems were much different. Instead of a lack of memory manipulation, he had a lack of memory totally. Licking his lips, Marlowe promised himself that he made the right turn. Drunken self-confidence was strong with this one.
Hm? By chance, the boy was leaning on a blonde. The student didn’t really know what balance was at that point. Furthermore, he didn’t feel like moving; this leaning thing was pretty comfortable. Who was this chick though, and why did she allow him to…He wondered if he met her before.
“Oh, hey there. Were you at that part-?” He swung his body to point behind them. He overestimated that movement too, though. Marlowe secured his footing and ended up turning 180 degrees in the process. Tonight was not his night. The kid was too giddy to feel bad though. He cleared his throat (or attempted to), and moved directly in front of her to get a better look. In stopping, he kept balance by INVOLUNTARILY putting a hand on her waist. Getting a good grip, he half-smiled, half-gaped.
Post by sophia rosenberg on Dec 27, 2012 0:20:24 GMT -5
Sophia had only meant to support him for as long as it took her to assess her prey and chow down. It seems that he has other ideas.
Sometimes, she can't help but wonder why she wanted to be human in the first place. Maybe Goliath knew a thing or two about the indignities of the race. Sophia has to remind herself that alcoholism is common in vampries too, but it's a little more difficult to be indiscriminant when the boy displays the grace of a baboon. Sophia contemplates breaking his wrist before realizing that her head is beginning to throb.
Human boy. Animal. Blood.
Right.
Sophia attempts to push him against the wall as she leans into him. Best to make this quick. She focuses all her strength into keeping him immobile. She would rather feed without accidentally tearing off an ear in the process.
Post by marlowe wiedmer on Dec 27, 2012 0:38:27 GMT -5
Marlowe’s perception was a bit off, but from what he picked up, this girl was a total mute. The upperclassman shifted downwards, INSTINCTIVELY, to perceive both a developing bust and…Oh shit! He recoiled his hand and slid the devilish thing into his pocket. His head felt like a boat enduring a tumultuous tide. His chest, lips, fingers, and eyes felt burning hot. It wasn’t a shock that he dumbly withstood her approach without any sign of intelligent thought. Then and there, in his right eye, a flash of nature went off like a firework.
Human girl. Hot. Libido.
Right.
Not quite understanding what was going on here, Marlowe reached out with evil pocket hand and pulled her in close with drunken baboon strength. With his back up against some nondescript row home, he felt exposed but dived headfirst into this vulnerability. What he did next was almost muscle memory. With a dumb smirk on his face, Marlowe moved in for her neck. Kissing dat neck was always his first move. Girls love that shit.
Post by sophia rosenberg on Dec 27, 2012 2:54:51 GMT -5
At least he has the decency to take his hand away from where it doesn't belong, Sophia amends. The homicidal instinct dies down, but the hunger doesn't.
All of a sudden, she's pulled in, and Sophia takes a moment to appreciate how counterproductive alcohol is to one's survival instinct. It's one of the few reasons why she's always so sober, actually.
There is a smidge of suspicion when Sophia realizes how convienient all of this is, but she's too hungry to care for now. The morphine in her canines only take a second to start flowing, and she wastes no time in sinking them into her prey, tongue lapping at the blood. At this angle, anyone who might be watching would only see two young lovers engaged in...what young people do blood-drinking from the neck, obviously.
Post by marlowe wiedmer on Dec 27, 2012 12:34:55 GMT -5
Nearby, in a different plane of existence of course, Marlowe’s ghostly familiar watched on with a lawn chair and binoculars. He sat atop one of the not-so-distant rooftops and looked on at his buddy got lucky. Seeing things like this almost made him ambitious. He’s seen other ghosts possess things. Oh how he wanted to seize one of these pale ass college students and have a great ni…Wait, what the hell was going on there. The ghost adjusted his field glasses and got a better look at what she was doing to his favorite NYC citizen. Unwitting, he simply cackled at how this zany freak saw foreplay. Pfft, skank must be onnathem hot topics I see walking round…Wait, she’s actually. FUCK. The ghost dropped his binoculars and apparated down to street level.
“You pickled fuck. Vam-pie-er.” Lupin sighed and gave up on his living brethren right there. Dammit, looks like I’ll hafta find another kiddo to creep on. Let’s try Columbia this time! With a contented smirk, the ghost zoomed out of there like nobody’s business. Time was money.
Marlowe didn’t need a message. His neck was being sucked. And not in the good way :C. He pushed her forward mid-drink but felt rather frail. The combo of depressants and blood loss didn’t do him good. Luckily, his means of beating people down didn’t require good health. He just needed to point, think, shoot. But first, answers. Marlowe grabbed her and now pushed her up against the wall, switching places.
“Which, uh, damn. What is this? ” His eyes blinked furiously trying to fight back fatigue. “Which coven. Or-do or V. Speaking felt so heavy and uninteresting. He also found it hard to swallow. Marlowe’s frame waddled a bit as he was drunk, both figuratively and literally. All he really wanted to do was go home and wank. Why did the surreal limbs of magical NYC keep pulling him in. He pointed his index and middle finger to her neck and breathed heavily. TONIGHT WAS NOT HIS NIGHT.
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