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10:03am May 8 2019 (last edited on 10:04am May 8 2019)
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1x1 with Avo and CH.
I'm roleplaying to play around with certain ideas for Heather so this is subject to change... But not rn, I'mma just roll with what I have.
Heather Jones
21 | Female | Human | Her Vibe
Likes: The color yellow and tacos Dislikes: Confrontation, needles, elevator music
About: Heather Jones seems selfless and easy going. With any decision she has, she is overly aware of every rule and opinion along the way. By being so easily swayed, she never really expresses an opinion to call her own. She isn't impulsive in her decisions and sees passed what she wants to what is necessary for all involved. She is rational, weighing all possible outcomes. This inherent need to just want to please others causes her to have trouble communicating what she is feeling, which leads to holding everything in until she handles it in unhealthy ways (dark slumps, randomly disconnecting, cutting off others, etc).
Sometimes, she doesn’t feel real. Sometimes, she feels like there is no Heather Jones, like she is the physical entity of what anyone wants her to be in that moment. She gets into dark slumps, where she finds herself lost and discontent. She gets socially exhausted easily and it’s probably her own fault for working so hard to make everyone happy with her. There is a certain level of approval she is searching for, from an insecurity and backstory with her parents that isn't fleshed out enough to explain. She just wants to be liked and wanted, basically.
Her ultimate dream is to live simply and be a mother. She is incredibly friendly and kind to children. The easy presence of a child near is like a breath of fresh air. There is a innocence and ignorance in them that she holds within herself and she is attracted to their warmth. She knows that, inherently, they won’t hurt her, and that is the root of why she is so comfortable with them. They are a safe presence she craves in her life, with the freedom to be utterly herself.
Favorite moment: From a scene in a novel I am writing, where her friend Brandon bought her her first dress and she sees herself in it for the first time. “The dress fell to mid-thigh, showing her thick thighs, the yellow stripes of her dress accentuating the width of her pear hips. She'd never felt more pretty. She put on non-slip flats, awkward looking compared to her dress. These were the only type of shoes she had. Good support and tan. She admired what she saw. A woman. Herself, all her, with the yellow bright against her brown skin and the dress falling over her curves without accentuating a piece of them. This was her, thankfully, uncontrollably, freely her."
Other details for this roleplay: Currently waitressing while pursuing college. She is in reality/not believing in the supernatural.
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My friend character isn't made yet so I have no bio. I'll just make them as they go since I have a general plan for their personality. Maybe I'll make the friend a guy? I need to make a guy character anyway.
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10:23am May 8 2019 (last edited on 10:27am May 8 2019)
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Character Sheet - Adrian Blood
Full name ≡ ŀ Adrian Blood Preferred name ≡ ŀ Adrian Nickname(s) ≡ ŀ Boss
Gender ≡ ŀ Male Age ≡ ŀ 277, looks 26 Birthdate ≡ ŀ 6th of February, 1742
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Imagine him with dark black hair though. His eyes become a deep red and his canines become sharper when he changes into his vampire form. Height ≡ ŀ 6’2 Weight ≡ ŀ 187 pounds
Base form ≡ ŀ Human Supernatural ≡ ŀ Yes, pure vampire Abilities ≡ ŀ Superhuman abilities Personality ≡ ŀ Adrian is kind-hearted and battle-hardened. He is a pacifist and dislikes the idea of murdering humans to quench bloodthirst. He only drinks from those who have given their consent, and immediately heals the bite mark. He is patient and not easily angered. He is also very protective over his clan and his friends. Other qualities to describe him is intelligent, optimistic, charitable and remorseful.
Backstory ≡ ŀ Adrian was one of the first vampires around, which made him a pure vampire. He had a human wife and child who died in an unfortunate accident, so he has never been in love since then. He was involved in the wars and after that became a pacifist.
Home ≡ ŀ New York penthouse Occupation ≡ ŀ Adrian is the CEO of a small business that is quickly becoming well known.
Family ≡ ŀ n/a Close friends ≡ ŀ Fang, Blayze, Blade, Angelique, Violet, Fawn Clan ≡ ŀ Blood Clan
Likes ≡ ŀ Exploring and adventuring, hiking, being outdoors, McDonald's Dislikes ≡ ŀ War, violence, murder
Other notes ≡ ŀ There are 4 clans: (Adrian) Blood, (Sylvia) Blackbourne, (Belladonna) Coyne and (Jax Dark) The Outcasts.
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12:32pm May 8 2019 (last edited on 12:38pm May 8 2019)
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“You off?” Brandon’s voice echoed through the backroom. I knew it was him before seeing his face peaking round the corner. I nodded my head and kept my head down as I unwrapped my apron and put it in my purse. He walked closer, though with the sounds of the crowding customers up front, he probably shouldn’t be taking the moment to talk. “I’m exhausted.” I whispered, freeing my hair from a hair wrap and massaging my scalp. Brandon took out the money in his apron, counting his tips. “You do good today?” “Probably. Haven’t counted yet.” I walked passed him and heard the crowd of people outside. “You should get back out there.” “Yeah I should. And you should stay for a drink.” Brandon wrapped a loose arm around her shoulders and walked out with her. “I have a paper due And I work a double tomorrow. And I still have to meet with my group to talk about the Hamlet project. And-” “And, to survive throughout all of this, you need to put time for yourself too. And for your friends, seeing as half of them out there is for the celebration of my existence.” We walked by ‘Happy Birthday’ balloons and banners, and streamers wrapped around every pole. A girl stopped to give sweet eyes to Brandon and wish him a happy birthday. I stopped, reluctantly considering to stay. All around the bar, familiar, and unfamiliar, faces lifted drinks to their mouths, leaned against each other, personal space swallowed up by the drunken air. This was the last place I wanted to be, when there was my dog and my bed and my Netflix at home. I looked back up at him. “Do you really want me to stay?” Brandon smiled and directed her to a bar stool. “I’ll make you a drink.”
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“There was… then that time… Eheh…” I sipped and coughed as the drink burned its way down my throat. I laughed into my hand as though the story was already told. “I wish… I could talk like this.” I set down the drink and traced the rim with my finger. “I wish I talked. Like that time, just now, when I…You remember? That was nice.” “You are right now.” A rough, impatient voice replied back to me. I never really looked at the face. I could just see the outline swaying back and forth, three or four heads with the same blurry silhouette looking back at me. The eyes are dark holes. Or maybe I just wasn’t wearing my glasses. I lifted a finger to press the glasses up my nose, if they were even there, and poked my eye instead. The giggle fits came back, as I leaned over the bar and laid my head into my elbows. “Yo… Where’d my glasses go?” I then laughed into my arms, remembering that I never wore glasses. A hand felt it’s way down my shoulder, loosening my arms that were hugging my head, and grabbed my hand. “I’m tired of this. Let’s go.” They tugged, less gently then they first felt.
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The bar’s exit door shut quietly behind me. I walked backwards to face my new friend, with a newfound rage that I started to spit out. They walked towards me, but their eyes stared straight ahead, not giving me the time of day. “You know, I never told Brandon... Like, I mean… Yeah. I could always go down there, ya know… Do the damn thing… Tell him how it feels, ya know… Like. Hey! Your feet stink and I’m tired of being your doormat! You know...What I mean- Whoa!” I tripped to the ground, falling backwards. I turned to my stomach and leaned my forehead on the dirt as I tried to get up. My hands gripped the ground, ripping out grass, and I giggled in that position, forgetting the person staring at me bored from behind. An arm wrapped around me tightly and threw me up on my feet again. They mumbled something, and I said in a tone attempting to be aggressive, “If you got somethin… To say… Say it to my face.” I pointed out a finger in the general direction I assumed my new friend was standing in. A tap on my shoulder made me turn to face my blurry acquaintance. “Well, looks like someone doesn’t know how to handle their liquor.” A second body appeared from the shadows, this voice was smoother, lighter, more gentle. I laughed and swayed from side to side. I couldn’t catch what was going on, too busy looking at that cloud that looked like my pet bunny from elementary school. “Hey Booboo.” I whispered, smiling up at the sky. “How you doin’, old friend?” “Will she work?” They asked. The rough voice matched the rough arm grabbing my body to hold me still. I leaned my head on their shoulder, a rested smile on my face. “She hasn’t touched magic a day in her life. Trust me.”
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“It should have worked by now. Where is he?” Someone with their arms crossed paced back and forth above me. I blinked a couple times, my mouth tasting gross and dry. Something was warm in my hands, but my head was spinning too much to actually look. It felt good, like the heat of a bonfire. “There a fire goin’?” I mumbled. My old friend that I met at the bar was sitting cross legged on the ground beside me. “Heeeeeey.” I reached out an arm, with the intent of holding their hand. I opened my hand and rubbed their leg a little, trying to find their hand. They didn’t move. I blinked a couple more times. Their eyes were red, and they parted their lips enough to reveal their teeth. I gave a gross ex
pression, before looking at them more gently. “That’s…Ew. Somethin goin’ on, bro? You need a doctor?” The friend rolled their eyes, the intent of scaring me failing, and looked up at the pacing stranger. “When can I kill her?” We sat in wait. I didn’t really notice. I watched the sky. After a long beat of silence, the warmth in whatever was in my hands getting hotter, I whispered, “I could really go for a whopper right about now…” The last thing I heard before falling asleep was from the eager voice above me. They sounded excited, and I smiled on instinct upon hearing it. I’m so happy for them and their new excitement. “Wait. Listen. Did you hear that? It’s him. It’s got to be him.”
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I’ll just play from Brandon’s point of view from here, since Heather is pointless for this part of the scene xD
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1:36pm May 8 2019
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Adrian smiled as he paged through an old book that had begun to fade and turn yellow. It was in bad condition as he often read it. The book was ancient, back from when he was very young. His father had given it to him and told him to protect it with his life.
The book held all the secrets to the vampire world and could cause a lot of harm and mass destruction if it got into the wrong hands. It had the secrets that could wipe out the entire vampire race.
He picked up a pen and began to write in one of the few empty pages. It was his duty to carry on adding new information to the book for future generations. He started with the date, the first entry for the twentieth century, and dove straight into it.
He wrote about The Outcasts, their leader and everything he knew so far about it. He made a new heading for each important point of information. How it had begun, how the leader selected, what happened to them and what the plan was to stop them.
The small house in the forest had always been his favourite place to go when he needed space to think or to write a new entry. No one, except him, knew where this place was so he was always alone. He had built the house long ago with his wife to start a family. Therefore, this house was the best place to hide a book filled with information.
Adrian got the laptop that was on the floor next to him and began to type the entry he had just written into a word document. He had put all contents of the book into a word document with a password so he could read up about anything at any time. He knew it was risky, but it would be more suspicious if he kept disappearing for hours at a time often.
After a while, he placed the laptop onto the floor and the book onto the side table next to him, took off his glasses that were balancing on his nose and rubbed a hand over his tired eyes.
He got out of his chair and stretched when his phone rang across the room. He walked over to it lazily, taking his time and rolled his eyes when he saw it was Violet calling. He paused, thinking. Eventually, he swiped his finger across the screen to accept the call and raised the phone to his ear. "Hello, Violet?"
"Where the hell have you been? I've been trying to get ahold of you for days!" she screeched into the phone. Adrian moved the phone from his ear and waited for her to stop before putting his phone onto speaker mode.
"I'm pretty sure the whole of New York heard you, I hope you aren't at the reception desk scaring everyone away," he replied with a sarcastic tone.
He moved back to his seat and sat down, "Oh haha, real funny Adrian! The clan has been wondering where you are, you missed the meeting! They've even come to the office, asking where you are."
He rolled his eyes and opened his mouth to be cut off by Violet going on about something. "Violet, I'm sorry," he began, "I needed to find some information for Project Z." He explained to her, a lie easily coming out.
"I know you better than anyone Adrian, I know when you're lying. Just get back here, okay? And quickly!" she huffed back and ended the call.
"I'll be back before you know it," he muttered under his breath. He picked up the book and used his thumb to turn the page while he put his glasses back onto his face.
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It was late at night and Adrian was still paging through the book by candlelight when the atmosphere began to change. The air felt electric and Adrian looked around him quizzically.
"Christ's sake," Adrian muttered under his breath as he leapt out of his chair. He flung the book onto the seat behind him and grabbed his laptop, hugging it to his chest with a death grip. "I'll be back soon," he whispered to the portrait of his family with a soft smile.
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It felt like an eternity had passed while Adrian was being summoned. Eventually, a portal of some kind opened and Adrian fell to the ground where he lay crumpled for a few seconds in the dirt. He groaned, got up and looked over the two men in front of him. They were members of the Blackbourne clan, he could tell by their ridiculous tattoos.
"What do you want, boys?" he asked with a growl at the two strangers. He finally noticed the girl passed out on the floor. "Really?" he asked with a frown, rolling up the sleeves of his collared shirt. "Is she still alive?" he asked with a grimace.
"Of course she is, idiot." The taller one snapped at him. "Sylvia wants to talk to you." He added and crossed his arms.
"She could just send an email," Adrian muttered and tried to pat the dirt off of him. The two vampires laughed, everyone knew Sylvia would never use technology. Instead, she sends her clan members around to deliver messages.
The two men watched Adrian with hatred in their eyes. "Well, we can do this the easy way or the hard way," the other one said. Adrian let out a growl and let his eyes turn a dark red that would glow in the dark. He licked his lips and felt his canines change into their sharp form.
He flexed his muscles and watched the two strangers remain in their human form. Adrian let the red glow leave his eyes and turned around to see a man come out from a door. "Damn mortals, messing everything up."
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9:07am May 10 2019 (last edited on 9:10am May 10 2019)
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Brandon slid over a drink to the redhead smiling at him on the bar stool. He put his towel over his shoulder and leaned over the bar, the celebrating crowd making it more difficult for his flirtatiousness to be heard. “So, if you haven’t noticed, I’m the reason the bar is this hoppin’ on a Monday night.” He lifted a finger to the banner above him that said ‘Happy Birthday’, a big smile on his face that begged for attention. Kyle, another bartender, watched the interaction, hoping to God Brandon would keep it at that and maybe not embarrass himself yet again. Brandon, unfortunately, did exactly that. I guess he never knew when to stop. “So, I’m open to gifts, of any kind, in any fashion, in any way you wish to celebrate me.” Kyle winced, holding back his laughter. Happy with her free drink, the redhead gave him an unamused smile and left her seat. “I guess you’ve lost your touch, man.” Kyle came around to his side. “Or at least go for the women a little more in your league.” Brandon rolled his eyes, but the rejection didn’t phase him. He was already glancing around the bar, looking to try again. “Hey, before I go grab some popcorn and watch another fiasco, you mind taking out the trash? It’s your turn.” “It’s my birthday and you’re going to make me take out the trash?” Kyle patted his shoulder and went to a guy on the other end of the bar who was lifting his hand to order.
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Whistling to the tune of the dance song playing inside the bar, Brandon opened the back exit door. He hung the trash bag over his shoulder before throwing it into the big dumpster. As he was turning to grab another trash bag, the group watching him caught his attention. He gave a head nod, assuming they were drunk customers about to head home. He squinted, the body lying down giving him pause. The big curly hair and the bar uniform made him step back on instinct to run away, and then walk forward with rage. “Heather? Is that you?” His attention went to the nearest person standing, fists tightening. He spat out a curse and said, “What’s going on over here?" He wouldn't know what they'd do if they actually fought back. He wasn't much of a fighter. The only time he could really be intimidating, was to people who knew him. He is always happy and ready for fun, so any negative emotion can seem off putting on a face always smiling. But to actually fight is a whole other story. His husky frame and 5'7 height wasn't fit to fight, and he was very aware of that in this moment, still before them with as much intimidation as he could muster. All he could think of was that his best friend was on the ground, passed out it seems, and three strangers surrounded her. He blinked in hesitation over his rage, but then stepped forward to attempt pushing the stranger out of the way to get to Heather.
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12:01pm May 10 2019
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Adrian grabbed onto the stranger's arm with a deathly strong grip before he could even come near to pushing him. "Take it easy," he hissed out. He let go of the stranger's arm and glanced back to the woman still lying on the floor. "I could ask them the same question," he growled out to the two men.
"Well, isn't this a nice little reunion?" the taller one of the two spat out. Adrian just crossed his arms and frowned in response. "Get him," the taller one spoke again.
Ducking out the way of the fist aimed at his face, Adrian growled and the deep red glow returned to his eyes. His muscles flexed as he clenched his hands into fists and punched the shorter one in his cheek. He cried out and Adrian shook out his face before returning to his fighting stance.
The two men went back and forth, both so filled with fury that they often misjudged and aimed for the air surrounding them. Adrian paused, aiming and punched the man with all his force before turning to the man behind him.
"Come at me," Adrian spat out and beckoned him to come closer with his hands. "If you could just watch the other one for me, that would be great," he called out to the man who was friends with the woman.
Returning to his fighting stance again, he sized up the taller man in front him. He would have to readjust his aim. He turned his head, spat out some blood onto the floor and glanced behind him to see the shorter one going for the friend.
He turned back to face the other man just in time to catch his arm a few centimetres away from his nose. He twisted his arm resulting in a yelp and punched him hard. The man stumbled back while Adrian shooked out his fist again.
Eventually, they scurried off and Adrian glanced at the man left with the woman. He looked over the man to see a wound and swore. "Come on, let's go before they come back." Adrian relaxed and changed back, picked up the young woman and threw her over his shoulder and beckoned the man to follow him to the nearest public area which turned out to be McDonald's.
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1:32pm May 10 2019 (last edited on 1:33pm May 10 2019)
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Brandon Brandon wanted to blame it on the alcohol. He wished he would have had that 4th birthday shot and a lot less water with every drink. If he had drank more, then he could laugh. He could be out like a light, like Heather, with an easy explanation for what just happened. He wouldn’t have to face much of anything. The red glowing eyes, the incredible strength, the intensity and static of the air he couldn’t quite put a name on, all of it would dissipate to a far fetched dream. Another part of him wanted to speak out and fight this stranger. So many questions, so much worry for Heather, was going unspoken as he clutched his wound and followed the stranger quietly through the street. The McDonald’s was adjacent to the bar, but the walk was still a journey in itself. He wanted to fight and scream at the stranger the whole way there, but all he could get out was groans and cries with every step. There wasn’t any reason to trust the man before him. But he couldn’t leave. He was hurt and could be attacked again if they came back. Heather was captive, and Brandon wasn’t about to leave her alone with this monstrous stranger. The only solution right now was to follow blindly into the McDonald’s entrance long enough to bring Heather with him. Luckily, it was a slow night. No customers were present. The cashier was texting on her phone, her face hidden underneath her uniform hat. Brandon kept a hand on the wound, wincing and hurriedly getting to a booth. As he sat down, he looked fearfully back up at the stranger holding Heather. “I don’t understand.” His lip trembled. He wished he was drunk. God, to be drunk and far away from here. “Is she okay? Is she…” For a second, the fear of his wound, the fear of what he just witnessed, was nothing compared to the fear for why Heather was surrounded, on the ground, alone, by those group of men. How long was she there? What was done to her? Brandon’s eyes darkened, staring at the stranger. “What did you do to her?” His voice dropped an octave in a way he had never heard himself speak before. This question, with the blood dripping down his arm and an incredible pain stealing his breath, was his only priority.
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1:22pm May 12 2019
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Adrian blinked as he entered the McDonald's building, it was bright inside and he struggled to adjust to it. He dropped the woman off of him lightly into the booth towards the back of the building.
"I can explain," he muttered out, rubbing a hand down his face. Adrian paused, thinking what lie he could come up with that would sound convincing. "First, food. Hang on," he stumbled over his words, deep in thought.
He hurried over to the cashier and pulled out some cash, "Can we get some nuggets, three burgers please. Make one of those a dreadful veggie burger. Oh, make them medium meals and let's just have water with them thanks," he rattled off as he looked over the menu.
Leaning against the counter, he waited for the food and began to think again. What lie could he possibly come up with that would convince them? The man had a wound, most probably from one of the members which means he would have to be turned else he would turn into a feral. Damn, he would have to tell the truth and pray that they believe him.
"Thank you darling," Adrian smiled sweetly as the cashier tossed the bag of food onto the counter with the waters. He rolled his eyes and marched off to the booth, dropping the bag onto the table. Pulling a chair from a nearby table, he grimaced at it before sitting.
"I'll explain everything soon. Dig in, I'm famished."
Adrian went back into a state of deep thought, ignoring any protests that may have been said as he chewed. How on earth am I going to get these mortals to believe that I'm a leader of a vampire clan? First off, how am I going to tell them I am a vampire? Stopping mid-chew, he noticed movement out the corner of his eye. It was the woman. He swallowed and smiled at her, "Well, good evening Sleeping Beauty! You've had an exciting night, haven't you? Drink up, you've had a lot to drink tonight."
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7:41pm May 12 2019
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Brandon The stranger left to the cashier before Brandon could say anything else. He got up with the intention of going to Heather’s side of the booth, but winced at the pain and stayed in his seat. With cautious eyes, he watched the stranger order the food and wait. Fists clenched, he was ready for any sort of fight this man was about to offer. Nothing about him felt right to Brandon. If he was actually able to stand up and talk without crying, he’d already be over there right now, demanding more answers. The stranger sat back down, pleaded again that he could explain, and then went to town on the food he bought… without explaining. Brandon held his shoulder, the pain aching into his muscles. He assumed it was the pain getting worse, but it felt like more than that too. Something deeper trickling into his muscles and blood. He didn’t touch the food. “No! No, I want to know-” He stopped speaking, the pain reeling his head back. He slapped the table hard as he waited for the wave to pass but it lasted longer than the others. He laid his head back on the booth and clenched his eyes closed. Heather
Heather rubbed her eyes and turned in the booth, expecting her pillows and blanket to cover her up. Feeling the leather of the booth, she realized she wasn't in the comfort of her own bed. She quickly sat up, and held her forehead as the room spun around her. She stayed still a moment to keep the nausea at bay. “Oh. Wow. Okay.” She squinted and rubbed her eyes. She moved curls away from her face and looked at Brandon, who was still waiting for the pain to pass. “Brandon?” She looked at the stranger eating beside her. “Who are you?” In desperate need of a drink, she took the water without a second of polite hesitation. After a couple of sips, she looked back up at Brandon and saw the wound at his neck. She gasped, coughed on her water, and stumbled as best she could to Brandon on the other side of the booth. “Okay, what the hell! What happened!” Brandon pushed her hands away as she tried to open up his shirt to see the wound more clearly. The fast movements made her dizzy and she winced, holding her stomach, and stayed very still. “I’d love to know!” Brandon’s voice says, angrily staring at Adrian. “Shut up! Just. Don’t talk. Both of you...” Heather leaned back, mimicking Brandon’s position in her own pain. She willed the room to stop spinning, waiting for the sickness to pass. Finally, in a sort of somber acceptance that it was time, she got her mane out of her face with a ponytail, stood up, and ran out the exit doors. Brandon tried to get up to run out with her to help in any way he could, but winced and went back to his seat. Brandon waited for Heather to leave the room before leaning over the table, leveling with the stranger. “What the hell is happening to me?” He hoped to sound aggressive, but what came out was a whimper, fearing for his life, desperate for help. Ooc; Would the wound have any physical differences as he is becoming feral? Different colors or textures etc, so I know for future replies? Any symptoms? Or would he just start dying, and that’s when Adrian turns him? Like what are the physical changes/reactions that happen so I can know for those upcoming scenes. :D I need Heather to not be around when Brandon is turned. So I just sent her outside, lol. My idea was that Adrian could explain and warn Brandon that he is about to die at McD’s while Heather is outside throwing up lol but Brandon doesn’t believe him. Brandon could call him crazy, ditch the place to take Heather home, and come running back when he realizes the symptoms Adrian warned him of were happening? That’s why I need to know some symptoms to look for, so I know what drives him to come looking for Adrian at McD’s. How does that sound?
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Adrian noticed that the bite mark was not looking good. It usually took longer than this, but he could already smell how foul it was. He wrinkled his nose in disgust and tried to think, but all he could hear was the man's blood rushing through his veins in panic. Adrian opened his mouth to speak, but paused briefly and looked over the man again.
"You look like a smart man," he began, "I'm going to sound crazy and you probably won't believe me." He grabbed a bottle of water and took a quick sip. "I'll do a short summary before your friend comes back so here we go," he glanced back to make sure the woman was getting rid of everything in her system before he looked back at the man in front of him.
"I'm a vampire, a pure vampire actually, and you'll soon realise it. I know you saw my eyes glow," he began. The glow appeared in his eyes and he grinned as his canines sharpened, "And you know I have some superhuman qualities. You might ignore all the signs at first, but you'll accept it soon enough." Adrian leaned back in his seat.
"Basically, you got a nasty bite from a vampire that is not a leader of a clan which means you're going to turn into a feral vampire. You will slowly lose control of yourself and turn into a-" he paused as he tried the find the right word, "basically a monster. You won't know what you're doing, but you will hurt and possibly kill other people" Adrian looked at the woman who was still occupied, "And I'm sure you don't want to hurt your pretty lady friend."
The red glow left his eyes again and he picked up one of the fries in front of him, frowning as it was cold. He tossed the fry away and rubbed his hands together. "I'm Adrian Blood, the leader of the Blood Clan. I'm quite happy to save your life and turn you into a vampire if you wish, else you can turn into a feral vampire and we'll get rid of you before you hurt anyone."
Ooc;Maybe he turns pale and his veins around the wound start to show as a purple colour? I didn't have anything specific in mind so feel free to describe it yourself :D
Sounds good. Maybe Adrian will give him an address in case Brandon changes his mind because turning him in the McD bathroom doesn't sound fun xD Symptoms could be he feels hot and itchy on the inside? I really didn't have anything specific in mind.
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Ooc; Just wanted to apologize for taking too long. My work schedule lately has been exhausting. I will edit this post with my reply very soon! ;-;
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Ooc; No problem! :D I have exams now so I’m going to be quite busy but will reply when I find the chance :) Thank you for letting me know though <3
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8:22pm May 20 2019 (last edited on 8:23pm May 20 2019)
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Ooc; Okay sounds good, just wanted to make sure :’) I’m fine with a different address too, that makes more sense haha. Bic; Brandon
Brandon blinked. He slowly reached for his soda, took a long sip and stared at the table. The ache was pulsating down his arm and he rolled his shoulder forward and backward. There was so much information given in just a small span of time, and the words were wrapping around his head but not entirely attaching. He saw the red eyes, he saw the teeth, there was a small part of him that understood this was really real and really happening. But the part was too small within him to believe. It was enough to scare him off, or make him highly amused. “Clan? Feral?” He paused, and then whispered, “Vampire?” He laughed. “Listen man, I drank a little bit, my arm hurts like hell, and my friend needs to get home.” He scooted out of the booth, wincing with any movement required of his arm. “Thanks for the food.” He snatched up a bag that had a whopper in it for Heather to have later. The entrance door opened and Brandon looked up, assuming it was Heather. Instead, it was a young couple, standing closely side by side, now staring at the menu screens. The young girl played with her girlfriend’s hair, moving it to one side. She whispered something and they both giggled. Brandon stood up with the intent to head towards the door, but he found himself drawn towards one of the girls instead, with her baseball cap worn backwards and her hand tracing up and down her partner’s back. He stepped closer, her neck exposed and inviting. With a sudden urge, he wanted to run to the girl, to snap her neck, to make her girlfriend watch. He could see himself do just that. His wound ached and he fantasized the blood that’d hit the floor and the cries from her girl. He snapped out of the intrusive thought. His fingers had poked holes in the whopper bag from gripping too hard. He looked down to fix his grip and saw the wound stretching like veins, turning purple against his pale skin. “I gotta go.” He backed away into the door, and went outside to find Heather.
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7:47am Jun 21 2019
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Ooc; Holy moly! I'm so sorry for being gone longer than I said I was going to be, lots of things are happening and I really haven't had any time to sit down long enough to type out something.
Adrian;
Adrian watched the interesting interaction between the man and the couple. He sensed the man's pulse quicken before he hurried out the door to his friend and frowned, the turning was happening quicker than he had seen before. He cursed, jumped up from the booth and hurried out the door to follow the man. He placed a hand on the man's shoulder with some extra force, "Wait!" he spoke out.
He stuck a hand into his now dirty pants and searched around before grabbing a piece of thick paper. "Take my card," he said before leaning in so only the man would hear him, "Come to this address."
Forcing the business card into the man's hand, he turned around and hurried off in the opposite direction the two were going. He patted around his pockets searching for his phone and slid it out one of the many pockets before sitting down onto a bench on a quiet road.
He unlocked the phone with a quick passcode and opened the Uber app to request a ride back to his office building. He was quickly paired with someone who was fairly close.
A few minutes later a car pulled off to the side and Adrian smiled as he climbed into the car. "Bit chilly out there tonight, yeah?" the driver asked. Adrian nodded in response, not really in the mood for talking. "Rough night?" the driver asked again, glancing in his mirror to look back at Adrian who was fairly dirty and had a few bruises that had already started to heal. He just nodded again in response.
"Thanks," Adrian called out when they arrive at the office. He climbed out and pushed open the large glass door into the main reception area. It was empty, thankfully, so Adrian could quickly enter the elevator while no one was around. He clicked the level 5 button and waited patiently for the elevator to arrive at his company's floor.
"Adrian! What happened?" Violet called out as he stepped out the elevator.
"Nothing much," he shrugged in response. Violet raised an eyebrow and crossed her arms. "Just get Blade and Blayze into the meeting room please, I'll explain it there." He rubbed a hand over his face and walked to the bathroom to clean himself up.
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6:38am Jun 26 2019 (last edited on 6:40am Jun 26 2019)
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Heather I passed out right when Brandon took me to my room. I hadn’t showered yet, I hadn’t eaten, but at least I was in the comfort of my own bed. After watching the strange man walk off, the one who was technically the enemy but who also helped us get food, Brandon had taken me back to my place. I’ve long since sobered up but that didn’t stop the headache creeping up, right on my forehead, between the eyes. “How are you?” Brandon asked, more curtly than his usual chipper self. My back was toward him as I slept on my side, and I’d forgotten he was even there. I rubbed my eyes, taking my time to answer. I could hear him huffing and shifting in the seat by my bed, like he couldn’t find a comfortable position. “Better. I’m going back to sleep.” Brandon didn’t reply. Brandon “How are you?” The words came out of Brandon’s mouth instinctually once seeing her wake from her drunken stupor. Truthfully, he couldn’t care less how she felt. His mind was on the searing pain that had now made it from the wound to his neck and entire arm. He cradled his wounded arm and turned this way and that, trying to find a position that caused less pressure on his nerves. Everything was overwhelming. He could hear the ticking of the clock that was in the kitchen and it was off beat with the watch on Heather’s wrist. He had dimmed the lights ‘for Heather’, but really his eyes were burning. “Better. I’m going back to sleep.” He rolled his shoulders. He thought of that girl with the baseball hat, her pale neck lifted high and elegant as she stared at the McDonald’s menu screen. The way her skinny finger trailed up and down her girlfriend’s back. He was scaring himself but thinking about her was the tempting comfort that made everything worse. Heather shifted in her bed, turning to the side. She was wearing a white cami with thin straps and he watched the rise and fall of her chest, the brown, smooth skin of her collar bone, her arm lying to her side without an ounce of definition or tone. The girl had tried weight lifting with him a long time ago and after one try, she went to the sauna and had waited for him to be done. He smiled at the memory. A more safe comfort to think on. But then it wasn’t safe anymore. He fantasized about leaving the weights, running into the sauna, taking over her in the middle of the hot and foggy room. Her skin stained red. Her blood would cover the floor. It would be hot, cooked, just how I’d like it. He cringed and tried to bl
ink away the intrusive thoughts. The images wouldn’t go away. Now he was devouring her on the bed, or where she lay in the grass when she was drunk. With the stranger. He looked at the address on his business card. The idea that this man was right was impossible. The words he used weren’t close to real. Feral… Clan… “Vampire.” Brandon whispered to himself as his teeth started to ache, the wound snaking down his arm like purple and blue veins. He stood up and all he wanted to do was go to Heather. But not to comfort her or console her or help her drink her water. He ran from the room, terrified of the images he conjured up just by watching her frail, helpless body sleep in complete trust of her friend in the room. ~ Brandon stared from the card to the front door in front of him. The pain had expanded to his whole face by this point. He was so weak he leaned against the door, his face squishing against it. He banged on the door, with a force he didn’t realize he had. “Adrian…” He said with all the energy he had. With another wave of pain, he banged harder, enough to crack the glass (ooc; or dent the wood/whatever it is). “ADRIAN!” A pedestrian crossed the street and he watched the guy walk along. Probably the same age as Brandon, with headphones in, head down and unaware, staring at his phone. No one would miss the guy. Brandon wasn’t so surprised by the intrusive thought this time. Actually, it made sense. It sounded pretty reasonable. Brandon left the door and went toward the man, teeth itching to sink into him. He got to the man much faster than he expected to, but was too focused to realize his supernatural speed.
Ooc; No problem. I get in busy times where I can’t come on here all the time. Hope your finals went okay!
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3:33pm Jun 29 2019
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Ooc; Hiya! I'm on holiday at the moment which means I'm nowhere near my computer at the moment. I've been tyring to type out a reply on my phone but it isn't working too well for me. I'm back on the 6th so I'll have something up then <3
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9:36am Jul 9 2019
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Ooc; No problem! Take your time. Have fun on holiday. c:
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11:20am Jul 11 2019
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Ooc; Just noticed I used 'at the moment' twice, whoops!
-Adrian-
Adrian had already picked up that the wounded man was near. He walked out of the bathroom, strode to the elevator and ignored Violet's questions. As the elevator doors closed he saw Violet cross her arms, a thunderous ex
pression settled on her face. He offered a half smile in apology before the elevator doors closed and it began to move down to the ground floor.
He closed his eyes as he travelled down to concentrate on locating the soon to be feral. Adrian knew he would have to act fast. He heard his name being called and the sound of glass being broken. He cursed under his breath and willed the elevator to go quicker. Finally, the doors opened and immediately he recognised the two faces in front of him, "Adrian-" was all Blade could get out before he grabbed onto both Blade and Blayze's arms and dragged them out the broken glass door.
He looked up and down the street before spotting the man walking towards a man. Super speed let him move quickly to the man and grabbed the collar of a shirt. If the man fought back Adrian wouldn't know, his strength of an old pure vampire easily overpowered the man turning feral or vampire.
"Adrian, what is going on?" Blayze asked. He sucked a deep breath in and shooked his head in response. "Come on, Adrian, you gotta tell us why you're dragging a feral into your office!" Blayze spoke up again, raising his voice. He stepped into Adrian's path and Blayze placed his hands onto Adrian's shoulders to stop him from carrying on.
"Blayze, I'll explain just now, okay? Can we get out the street and treat him first?" Adrian shouted out in response, frustration settling in. He was becoming stressed, he had no idea how much time was left before the man would turn into a feral. He ducked under Blayze's arms and walked quickly to the elevator again.
Once he had stepped into the elevator, still holding onto the man's collar with a death grip, he sighed as he saw Blade and Blayze lagging behind. "Hurry up, please boys," He spoke through gritted teeth and they shuffled quickly to join him.
"You're going to turn him, aren't you?" Blade asked, a mean look in his eyes. Adrian nodded in response. "Does the council know?" Adrian had always known Blade was smart and picked up on things quickly, but he didn't appreciate Blade asking questions of such importance at this very moment. Actually, Adrian didn't want to answer the questions being asked because he didn't know how to answer them.
The doors opened and Adrian immediately hurried to his office with Violet jumping out the way with a gasp of surprise. "Adrian, you're making a big mistake. You can't go behind the clan's back like this-" Blade had shouted after him before Adrian slammed the door to his office before Blade could carry on, or before Adrian could change his mind.
He heard the muffled voices coming from the hallway as Blayze and Blade filled Violet in on what was happening. Adrian tossed the man onto a chair near his desk while his eyes started to glow a deep red. "First, name?" Adrian asked as he began to inspect the foul smelling wound that looked much worse than before. "Second, I'm going to give you the options while you still have some sense within you. One, I can take the pain away but you will turn into a vampire. Two, I can leave you in pain and you will turn into a feral and you will have to be killed." Adrian knew this wasn't easy and was probably confusing the man, but he didn't have much time until the man wouldn't be able to make a decision. "Or rather simply, live as a vampire or die."
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10:59pm Jul 15 2019
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Brandon First, it was like his body had no control, being pushed into the direction of an innocent bystander crossing the street. Then, the same lack of control happened but it was Adrian and he was pulling Brandon in the opposite direction, back into the building he was first trying to get into. He pulled and pulled, trying to be released from Adrian’s grip but all he received was the occasional sound of tearing in the fabric of his shirt. He found his sense of self again, vaguely, like a fading light, when he was released into the room that looked like an office. Possibly Adrian’s. He looked back at Adrian, fear for this strange, inhuman strength that had taken hold of him before. He was going to ask what had happened when the pain in his wound came back. It was spreading, like it was inching its way throughout his whole body, swallowing him up and eating him whole. Adrian’s eyes were red and he was talking about vampires and feral and… “... or die.” The idea of death amidst this lack of control forced a sob to escape from his mouth. He felt crippled in the chair, slinking back in a desperate plea to make it all go away. “I don’t want to die.” He cried, shaking his head in his agony. Nothing made sense but he knew this one fact. He did not want to die.
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1:34pm Jul 19 2019
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-Adrian-
His eyes softened as the man sobbed in front of him. He had been so tense about the situation without even thinking what the poor man must be going through. An ordinary day and suddenly he has to choose between becoming a supernatural that he doesn't understand or dying, even though he is in so much pain he probably can't think properly.
Adrian reached up and grabbed onto his hair as he paced the room. He's going to get into a lot of trouble with the council, he knew that, so is this worth it? He looked over the sobbing man once again.
Before he could change his mind, Adrian strode over to the man. He moved the man's head so that his neck was exposed to Adrian. Slowly, so not to startle the man, he moved to the neck and sunk his fangs in. He hissed and used his strength to steady the man as he moved away.
Awhile later, Adrian stepped out his office into the hallway. The three waiting raised their heads as he wiped his mouth on the back of his hand. "Help me carry him please,"
"You did it?" Blade exclaimed in shock. Adrian nodded his head in response while Blade turned on his heel and into the meeting room.
Adrian turned to Blayze who nodded and followed him back into the office. They picked the sleeping man up and carried him over to another door further down the hallway. He quickly put his finger onto the fingerprint scanner and shuffled in as the door opened.
They set the man down gently into an open coffin. Adrian grabbed a few bottles filled with liquids and carried out an ancient ritual, hoping it would be enough. After all that, they covered the coffin and exited the room. "Now what?" Blayze asked curiously.
"Now, we wait," Adrian responded as he walked towards the meeting room. He entered and ignored Blade's glares. "Coffee anyone?" Adrian asked as he started to make his own to calm himself down.
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