Spitfire: Adrians body was dragged
inside the house, much like he was out of the park, like a friend that was
drunk, once inside he is dumped on the couch as Spitfire looks down on him.
Teri Jensen: *She licks her bottom lip
again, looking him over*
Adrian [last Tuesday night]: Beat to hell,
dried blood caking from where it ran out of his nostrils.
Teri Jensen: Who gets him?
Spitfire: "He's a ghoul, but who's..." He
half closes his eyes "Considering how he acted." He looks to Teri "What do you
think?"
Spitfire: "We should both give him a
taste, get him back on his fucking feet."
Adrian [last Tuesday night]: Breathing
steadily despite the beating. Tough mother.
Teri Jensen: I don't know. I've never seen
him before. We should feed him. Create some sort of tie.... *Looking up at
Spitfire in question*
Teri Jensen: Both? *Head tilted a little*
Spitfire: "I want some answers and there
not going to happen like this." He raises his fist to his mouth his fangs bite
into there as he moves it over Adrians mouth, his other hand cupping his chin,
tilting his neck backwards and forcing his jaw open as he starts his heart, a
low growl, he was getting hungry now.
Teri Jensen: Let me. You're already low.
*Hand circling his wrist*
Spitfire: He drops some blood into his
mouth, letting it run down his throat ((1 BP)) as he lets her pull him away his
wrist quickly coming to his mouth to seal the wound and save precious vitae.
Adrian [last Tuesday night]: A shudder,
though he remains unconscious.
Teri Jensen: Maybe it's been a while...
*Heart speeding up just a bit to let the blood flow faster*
Spitfire: He nods to her, he hoped the kid
was pragmatic, he didn't beat him once, no point trying again so soon.
Adrian [last Tuesday night]: The beast
within him stirs, glowing and growing. Sweetest ambrosia...lingering memories of
searing pain, agony, his body torn apart, only to be put back together, stitched
like Humpty Dumpty but with blood. The relentless pain and the exquisite taste.
It's been decades....his eyes *SNAP* open, the beast seen in their cold depths.
Spitfire: "Stay the fuck down and calm
the shit up." He growls, like an alpha now, he dominated him once, he will do it
again.
Teri Jensen: *She smirks slightly, heart
slowing just a touch when his eyes open, just barely pulling her wrist away
before she speaks in a low, sultry, taunting tone* Do you want some more?
Adrian [last Tuesday night]: The eyes lock
onto Spitfire, piercing and inhuman. His teeth clamp down harder on Teri's
wrist, but he doesn't push it, wanting...needing...the flow from it.
Adrian [last Tuesday night]: A rumbling in
his throat as the wrist is pulled away, his eyes furtively watching Teri now.
Punished...no, *tortured* too often for craving the lifeforce within these
beings, he dares not go after her.
Spitfire: "My, my, all this time, you
were a ghoul, no wonder you look so fucking good for your age."
Teri Jensen: *She offers it again, though
her heart is slowed to the point that he'll have to work to get the blood out of
her* Were a ghoul, or is a ghoul? You seem terribly hungry. *The toying smirk
back, just for a moment*
Adrian [last Tuesday night]: His eyes
narrow. They are not the ones from before. His lips peel back in a smirk and he
sits upright abruptly, grabbing the female's wrist that is offered once more,
his grip like steel. The signs of frenzy are eminent and he's not trying to stop
it.
Teri Jensen: *She hits him with it again,
trying to calm him into submission* ((passion, dampen))
Teri Jensen:
d10: emp, cha: 2,6,8,5,9,5,
Spitfire: "You lose it and..you...won't
wake up again." Said with a wicked and serious undertone.
Adrian [last Tuesday night]:
d10: self control : 4,
Ravyn: ((Here
if needed, for the record, guys.))
Spitfire: ((*bows to the Rav* HEy bud!
*s*))
Adrian [last Tuesday night]: He barely
pulls back, his entire body trembling with the strain. He snarls at Spitfire,
more bestial than human.
Adrian [last Tuesday night]: He fully
expects to be strung up and injured to the point of death. He waits for it.
Spitfire: He meets his eyes, and Adrian
can see a hungry beast in Spitfire, one he is more than willing to unleash on
Adrian if he doesn't behave. Fangs glide down from his mouth, a snarl the mans
way.
Teri Jensen: How long has it been? *Tone
softer now, almost caring. She starts her heart again, letting drops of thick,
dark blood well to the surface of her skin*
Ravyn: ((For
the record, Teri, how much blood did you give to Adrian?))
Teri Jensen: ((one point, so far, with
another intended if he wants it))
Adrian [last Tuesday night]: He snarls
back, too beyond to give the fangs a thought. Though he knows what these
monsters are capable of. His reptilian eyes slither over to Teri. His tongue
lashes at his bloodstained lips. "Over fifty," he whispers hoarsely.
Adrian [last Tuesday night]:
d10: self control: 1,
Ravyn:
((Okay, cool. Make sure you specify in the future with an OOC comment...with
several posts of blood-giving shown, it seemed to me to be more like 3 or 4.
Carry one. *S*))
Adrian [last Tuesday night]: The blood on
her wrist is too much, and the beast unleashes as he *leaps* upon her, trying to
bite and chew.
Adrian [last Tuesday night]: ((That's what
I thought, too. *L*))
Spitfire: ((Innit))
Adrian [last Tuesday night]:
d10: init: 9,
Spitfire -> Ravyn:
((Question is this classed as a new scene? Would
Spitfires stats still be increased?))
Adrian [last Tuesday night]: ((14))
Ravyn: ((This
will be classified as a new scene, for the record, yes. To get from Battery to
Brooklyn takes a significant amount of time, so the previous blood expenditures
on stats are gone.))
Teri Jensen: ((gotcha :) ))
Spitfire:
d10: Initiative: 1,
Spitfire: ((A nice 6 *s*))
Adrian [last Tuesday night]: ((*LOL* And
why couldn't I have rolled the 9 on my self control?!))
Teri Jensen:
d10: init: 9,
Teri Jensen: ((whee. 14 ))
Ravyn:
((Declaration order is Spitfire, then Adrian & Teri similtaneously. Everyone, PM
me (because I don't know) your current Blood Pool and levels of damage.))
Adrian [last Tuesday night] -> Ravyn:
((If she healed him to the bare minimum, he's at
crippled. Five BP.))
Spitfire -> Ravyn:
((My Blood is currently 6. Damage none.))
Spitfire: He goes to pull Adrian off Teri
((What should I roll?))
Ravyn: ((Strength+Brawl))
Adrian [last Tuesday night]: ((Should I
roll straight strength as contested?))
Teri Jensen -> Ravyn:
((blood pool 10, down one health level))
Ravyn:
((You're actually acting before Spit, Adrian, though he's declaring first.
You'll get your action this round...if Spit succeeds, then you'll roll contested
Str+Brawls next round.))
Adrian [last Tuesday night]: ((Okies, I
remember now.)) *BITE*
Spitfire:
d10: Stre & Brawl: 5,8,3,3,6,6,9,
Adrian [last Tuesday night]:
d10: dex brawl: 8,1,3,2,10,8,
Teri Jensen -> Ravyn:
((blood pool 10, down one health level))
Teri Jensen: ((sorry. *erases the double
PM*))
Teri Jensen: *She pins her eyes on his, hers
narrowed just a bit, the single word spit out like a command one would give an
ill behaved dog* Sit! (command)
Teri Jensen:
d10: manip, int: 2,3,9,5,1,3,
Teri Jensen: ((*whimpers* ouch...))
Adrian [last Tuesday night]:
d10: dmg + auto sux: 10,4,4,7,3,6,
Ravyn: RECAP:
Adrian bites down, and Teri tries to dominate. One of them succeeds ((Soak 4,
Teri...since he's tring to feet, he also manages to get one blood point. Three
can be taken in a round, but he didn't have a full round between biting and
being pulled at)) Spitifre grabs Adrian and yanks him back.
Teri Jensen:
d10: soak: 9,1,3,3,
Adrian [last Tuesday night]: ((oh
dear...he'll be trying to come out of frenzy this round, sorry Bunny!))
Ravyn: ((4
Bash, halved to 2. Luckily, then ghouls don't have fangs, so no lethal or Agg.
*S*))
Ravyn: ((then
= them))
Spitfire: ((Self control coming up, diff 7
for loved one in danger.))
Spitfire:
d10: Self Control: 3,9,10,4,
Adrian [last Tuesday night]:
d10: self control : 4,
Spitfire: He growls fiercly the beast
thundering within his chest as he goes to hurl Adrian from Teri.
Adrian [last Tuesday night]: It's
enough...barely. He screams a scream of primal blood lust, going with Spitfire's
pull and trying to roll himself to the side, tearing himself *away* from both
ambrosia vessels.
Spitfire:
d10: Stre & Brawl: 2,4,2,8,6,9,8,
Teri Jensen: *One more failure. One more
thing she's not as good at. There's a quiet yelp, half surprise half panic,
knocked back when she's sprung at*
Adrian [last Tuesday night]: ((He's not
resisting, going *with* the hurling away. ~S~))
Spitfire:
d10: Damage: 4,4,8,6,9,8,
Adrian [last Tuesday night] -> Ravyn:
((Bloodpool now 6.))
Ravyn:
((Teri, assuming that is your action?))
Adrian [last Tuesday night]: ((He's trying
to roll with it and avoid slamming into a wall. Anything dex related I should
for that? Athletics?))
Ravyn: ((Dex+Athletics
to roll with it.))
Adrian [last Tuesday night]: ((Um, but
he's down 5 dice. That's his entire pool to roll with.))
Teri Jensen: ((yes))
Ravyn: ((Oh.
Ummm...then he can't. *S*))
Adrian [last Tuesday night]:
d10: soak: 4,1,6,
Adrian [last Tuesday night]: He tries to
roll away - it was obvious he was desperately trying to come out of frenzy and
just succeeded - but his body is too banged up and he hits the wall with a loud
thud.
Teri Jensen: Don't hurt him! *Scrambling up
and heading over*
Ravyn: RECAP:
Teri falls backward, stunned, and Spitfire flings Adrian away. The ex-con goes
with it, and rolls with the throw, flung far across the room. ((4 damage, which
means he's at Injured in Lethal, the rest Bruised.))
Spitfire: He crouches where he is, voice
still a low growl "Shut the fuck up, he just tried to fucking eat you ass and
you say don't hurt HIM!"
Adrian [last Tuesday night]: ~He must have
enough blood in him by now, but he's all banged up to hell and unconscious
again.~
Teri Jensen: We need him. We're fucked if he
disappears now.
Adrian [last Tuesday night]: ((Er, any
chance he'll regain consciousness? SO he can answer questions?*LOL*))
Spitfire: He stares at the back of Teri's
head, thats what he gets eh, thats all he gets "I don't give a fuck, he tries to
hurt you i put him down, maybe next time I leave the room and let him eat you."
He paces like a caged animal.
Spitfire: ((sorry Raven, he paniced.))
Ravyn: ((Yes,
you can spend blood, even unconscious, to heal.))
Adrian [last Tuesday night]: ((Oh no
worries at all! *L* Adrian is flippin' dangerous. *G* Spitfire did the right
thing.)) Slowly, slowly comes to. Hungry still for more of it, and resenting it,
too.
Adrian [last Tuesday night]: He lies
still, focusing on breathing through the pain. Why are they back in his life?
Why? He hates it, he loves it. WHY?! He groans heavily.
Teri Jensen: Baby don't be like that.
*Crouching down next to Adrian* We can tie him up. Pin a fucking note to his
chest and drop him on his parole officer's door. *Giving Adrian a chilling
smile* I know a whore that would let Spitfire beat the fuck out of her and
scream rape as loud as she goddamned could for less than a hundred bucks. Don't
fuck with me, Adrian. You won't win.
Spitfire: Spitfire eyes lock onto Adrian
as he -stops- his pacing staring his eyes into the man, a few strides forward
towards him, he will kill him if he frenzies on her again. "Listen up and listen
up good, you are not king of this hill, you are not the one in the postion,
frenzy again and I will kill you...slowly, do you understand fucker."
Adrian [last Tuesday night]: "Fuck you
both," he croaks out, heavily in pain, but he still hasn't lost the attitude.
Teri Jensen: *She pats him on the head, the
smile taking a condecending edge* That's the spirit. Who did you belong to?
Spitfire: He blinks and laughs at the man,
hell had to, he wants to die with defience on his lips, got to respect that.
Adrian [last Tuesday night]: "No one.
Everyone." He laughs coldly, ending in a cough of pain. "Bought and sold. Fifty
years ago."
Adrian [last Tuesday night]: He touches
the tip of his tongue to his lips. He can still taste her. His lips curl into a
parody of a smile. The woman...he can *smell* her even if she isn't exactly a
woman any more.
Spitfire: He shakes his head, there is
defience then just pushing and pushing "You look starving fucker, how long is it
since you fed last?"
Teri Jensen: And you miss it, don't you?
*Sweeping up a fingerfull of blood from her wrist before sealing the wound,
smearing the dark, thick liquid across his lips* Belonging to someone. Being
safe.
Adrian [last Tuesday night]: "I told you,"
he says through a harsh rattle of breath. "Over fifty years. My uncle in
Switzerland...sold me to the beast in L.A." He laughs briefly. "Then I left."
Spitfire: Fifty years...I thought Vitae
addiction went way before that...he frenzied...? "Over 50 years, but you
frenzied twice?"
Adrian [last Tuesday night]: His reptilian
eyes fall on Teri, his upper lip curling back. "Fuck safe. Safety isn't part of
the deal. And I don't want to be 'safe'." Spitting out the word like it's
poisoned. "Who the fuck wants to live a 'safe' life?"
Adrian [last Tuesday night]: "Long
time. Was low," he answers curtly. "When they offer it on a plate, how the fuck
I gonna say no?"
Teri Jensen: Then what do you want? What's
your particular itch that I can scratch? *Looking amuzed, glancing up at
Spitfire*
Spitfire: This guy was older than him, he
was born in the fifties. He gets a gleam in his eye, a look about his face, that
wild abandon coming through as he just stres at Adrian as if trying to way up
his worth.
Spitfire: ((stres=stares))
Adrian [last Tuesday night]: "I don't want
to be a slave to another," he says in a low, menacing rumble. "And I'm too
dangerous for you to keep."
Adrian [last Tuesday night]: He dares to
use another, precious drop of life to heal a bit more, but he has to stop. He
dares not risk using any more. Not now. Not so close to the sweet scent of the
vampires.
Spitfire: That leaves his options quite
limited, he looks to Teri, he didn't like this idea anymore, best just kill him
and be done with it perhaps, he has no worth and if anything is now a liability.
Teri Jensen: *She laughs quietly* Too
dangerous. You don't scare me, little boy.
Adrian [last Tuesday night]: He gathers
his strength, breathing hard through his blood-crusted nostrils.
Adrian [last Tuesday night]: Sitting up,
but slowly so they won't think he's going to frenzy again. He could. Oh yes, he
could.
Spitfire: He moves over by Adrian next to
Teri, arms crossed looking at the man waiting maybe for a reason he should'nt be
killed right there and then
Adrian [last Tuesday night]: "Been
with...your lot since I was 12. I know what you do to your slaves. I know the
price of the vitae."
Teri Jensen: You've met one of mine. She's
perfectly cared for. Isn't she baby? *Reaching over, hand resting on Spitfire's
arm* I can give you what you want, Adrian... *The caressing tone lavished on his
name again* I can make that horrible little man look the other way, and you can
dispose of everyone that gets in my way.
Adrian [last Tuesday night]: He shudders.
Adrian [last Tuesday night]: "What...are
you?" He asks that with some effort. "Faction."
Spitfire: "You first"
Adrian [last Tuesday night]: He laughs,
shaking his head. "None." Smirks up at Spitfire. "I'm just a lowly ghoul, how
can *I* have a faction?"
Spitfire: He smirks and shrugs, he has
nothing to hide "Am Anarch."
Adrian [last Tuesday night]: "Anarch." He
seems to relax at that, just a tiny bit. Not pathetic and not monstrous. In
between. He almost laughs again, but refrains.
Teri Jensen: He leads the Anarchs.
*Glancing at Spitfire with a half smirk before she looks back at Adrian* Our
turn again. Your cousin. What is she?
Adrian [last Tuesday night]: "Human. I
don't know. Fuck if I know." He shifts restlessly where he's sitting. "She
doesn't know what I am either."
Teri Jensen: She's not human. *Looking him
over* Who is she to you?
Adrian [last Tuesday night]: "My cousin.
If she ain't human, what is she? What's she been hiding from me all this time?"
Teri Jensen: *She leans forward slowly,
sniffing at his neck*
Spitfire: "Your over 50 years old, if she
is your cousin she has to be the same, so either she is like you or she really
ain't your cousin."
Adrian [last Tuesday night]: "She's
17," he bites out with a glare. "She's my cousin now. Don't give a fuck what she
was before. A piece of meat, I guess."
Adrian [last Tuesday night]: "And for the
record, I was born in the late 30s." Snorts.
Teri Jensen: Such a shame. *Shifting her
weight a little, bracing against him, lips brushing his neck as she speaks*
Seventeen is so young to die... *Biting quickly, fangs resting in the wound*
Spitfire: He nods and grins at the man
aggitation "So you adopted her, or she you, doesn't really fucking matter I
guess" He says with a snort.
Adrian [last Tuesday night]: His entire
body shudders and he tries to say something to respond, his hands coming up as
if to push Teri away, but the Kiss is upon him and his eyes roll back in his
head as coherent thought leaves him.
Teri Jensen: *She drinks slowly, fangs
teasing the bite over and over, leaving it to continue to seep blood as her
stained lips move to his ear, leaving trails of red with her whisper* You'll
call her. You'll tell her that you're fine, and that you'll return in a few
days. Won't you, Adrian? *Mouth covering the bite completely to suckle up the
pooling blood before she drags the very tip of her tongue all the way up his
neck, sealing it on the way. She sits back, eyes alight, reaching up to put a
fingertip on his lips* My Adrian.
Spitfire: He moves over to the wall,
leaning against it, watching, face unreadable.
Adrian [last Tuesday night]: Relinquishing
any control to a mere woman is galling, but he can't fight it right now. "Work,"
he mumbles. "Have to call work."
Teri Jensen: After you call Alice.
*Fingertip withdrawn enough to be bitten, heart racing to pool blood on it,
which is wiped across his lips again* Right?
Spitfire: Why should ge give a fuck
really, this is what she was right. Hell he had even gone futher afield, she
will always be like this, best get use to it.
Adrian [last Tuesday night]: His eyes
flare coldly. "Yeah."
Adrian [last Tuesday night]: Reaching
for his cell phone in his jacket, seeing if it's busted.
Teri Jensen: Baby, give me your phone.
Adrian [last Tuesday night]: He stops
fumbling for his and waits for a phone.
Spitfire: "Use his if it's good to go or
your own." He is not about to be all submissive in front of him, fuck that.
Adrian [last Tuesday night]: "Where's my
knife?" he mutters.
Adrian [last Tuesday night]: He glares at
Spitfire. "You hit like a fucking freight train."
Teri Jensen: *She digs hers out, giving him
an expectant smile* What's her number? *Ignoring the knife question*
Spitfire: "I got your knife and you'll get
it back when am happy." He grunts then nods his head slowly to the second
comment "I'am the Spitfire!" He gives that manic laugh
Teri Jensen: *She laughs too, almost a
giggle as she leans away from Adrian, hand held back to Spitfire* Goddamned
skippy, baby.
Adrian [last Tuesday night]: He rattles
off Alice's number. "I gotta call work, tell him it's a family emergency or
something."
Spitfire: He stalks forward taking
Teris hand and pulling her up to him
Teri Jensen: *She blocks her number and
dials, making sure that it's Alice that answers before handing him the phone
with a sweet smile, whispering* Don't fuck this up.
Teri Jensen: *Pulled up, leaning back into
Spitfire as she watches Adrian*
Adrian [last Tuesday night]: He snorts at
her and takes the phone. ((Is the player actually taking this call or is it
V-mail? She was rushing the dog to emergency.)) "Alice, it's Adrian.
Everything's cool, we're having a laugh over the whole thing at this bar uptown.
Look, I'm taking off for a few days, so just chill and be careful. I'll be
back."
Teri Jensen: ((might be easier if we make it
a voice mail? which do you think?))
Adrian [last Tuesday night]: ((I think so.
I'll send her the post now.))
Adrian [last Tuesday night]: He
switches it off and dials someone else.
Teri Jensen: Block my number and call work.
*Showing at least some small measure of trust when she lets him dial...or giving
him the chance to hang himself*
Spitfire: He just stands there watching,
listening and waiting.
Adrian [last Tuesday night]: He sighs,
clears it, blocks the number, and dials.
Adrian [last Tuesday night]: Voice mail at
this hour of course. "Doc, it's Adrian. Family emergency came up, I gotta go
upstate for a few days, up around Luddington. I'll call with a number where I
can be reached, soon as I get to the hotel." Clicks it off and hands it to Teri.
Adrian [last Tuesday night]: He slowly
stands up. "Where do I sleep? Don't have my old apartment no more."
Teri Jensen: *Leaning away from Spitfire
enough to take it, then back into him as she watches Adrian* You weren't with
the Anarchs before. Not then. Who was it?
Adrian [last Tuesday night]: "I was born a
ghoul," he says wearily. "Where do I sleep?" Looks around for somewhere softer
than the floor to sit. "I've been in prison since 1963. There's been no one
since the arrest."
Spitfire: "Born a ghoul?" He raises an
eyebrow, this was news to him.
Teri Jensen: *She gestures to the couch,
expression almost pained for a moment*
Adrian [last Tuesday night]: "It happens,"
he growls.
Adrian [last Tuesday night]: He stalks to
the couch and stretches out on it, kicking off his boots.
Teri Jensen: I'll get you a blanket... *Head
leaned back to kiss Spitfire's jaw before she heads upstairs*
Spitfire: He shrugs and snorts cracking
his neck "Your pretty tough for a ghoul."
Teri Jensen: *Called as she gets to the
top of the stairs* Make sure he can't up and fucking leave, baby. I want his ass
here when we get up. I want to fucking ~get~ up.
Adrian [last Tuesday night]: "I had to
be," he grunts. "I was king of the garbage heap in prison, a devil. Don't get
that way by bending over and taking it up the ass."
Spitfire: He looks to the stairs and Teris
call then back to Adrian. "You gave a good fight." He nods quite serious
Adrian [last Tuesday night]: "Why
bother fighting now?" He sighs. "I'll have a good deal going here. It works. I
do guard duty, I get fed."
Spitfire: "As long as everyone keeps quiet
about all our 'special' needs I don't see no fucking problem."
Adrian [last Tuesday night]: He laughs.
"Since 1963, not one word did I say about vampires to the other convicts. I
think I can keep a secret."
Spitfire: He smirks "So do you know of
any other ghouls?" He knows who but does Adrian?
Adrian [last Tuesday night]: "No. Well,
unless Thomas counts. My partner in crime. He's in San Quentin."
Teri Jensen: *Back down with a blanket
and a pillow, just listening*
Spitfire: He shakes his head and grins
with an ironic short of grin "You know a cammie ghoul very close to you you can
almost smell it." He winks and taps his nose
Spitfire: ((short=sort))
Adrian [last Tuesday night]: ((Store down
the road closes in half an hour. If I leave now, I can be back in less than 10
minutes? Ok with everyone?))
Teri Jensen: ((fine with me))
Adrian [last Tuesday night]: He shudders.
"Must be a pathetic wretch."
Spitfire: ((I'll be off to bed in half an
hour, am pretty tired, you guys can cont without me *s*))
Teri Jensen: ((still gives us a few... going
to switch to the laptop and get comfy quick while you go then.))
Spitfire: ((Cool, maybe able to extend it
to 45, will see))
Adrian [last Tuesday night]: (back)
Spitfire: ((Cool))
Spitfire: He just grins giving away
nothing else, well that means -they- have not been in contact, interesting.
Teri Jensen: Where were you living? *Handing
him the things*
Adrian [last Tuesday night]: "With
Alice, of course. She pays the rent." Plumping up the pillow.
Teri Jensen: What will you tell her?
*Sliding an arm around Spitfire*
Adrian [last Tuesday night]: He shakes his
head as he lies down. "Strange. I have not met a single vampire in decades. Now
there are two."
Adrian [last Tuesday night]: "Tell her?
Just what I said on the phone. Misunderstanding, had a great laugh over the
whole thing, sorry you got scared, they're really fun people. You know.
Bullshit."
Teri Jensen: You haven't been looking hard
enough. Or they've missed what an absolute treat you are.
Spitfire: He puts his arm over Teri's
shoulder "Well you know what they say Adrian, where like buses when your not
looking two of the fuckers turn up at once." He laughs finding that quite funny
apparently
Teri Jensen: *Chuckling at Spitfire, leaning
in to nip at his neck*
Adrian [last Tuesday night]: "They tend
not to get thrown into prison," he says wryly. "I don't suppose there is food if
I decide to make myself breakfast?"
Teri Jensen: There's food. There should
be. She hasn't been dead that long.
Adrian [last Tuesday night]: "Fine. It's
nearly dawn, so I should get some sleep now if I'm going to be on guard duty. I
assume that's what you want me to do."
Teri Jensen: For now. I'll go see your
parole officer tomorrow night.
Adrian [last Tuesday night]: "You really
think you can get him to ignore a serial killer and rapist?" he asks bluntly.
Spitfire: He nips at Teri's neck, not that
bothered by Adrian now, not really anyway, he still had a few tricks if he
proved to be as crafty as he thought he was capable of.
Teri Jensen: I got you to play nice...
*Head tilted away for Spitfire* And he's just a silly little mortal isn't he?
Adrian [last Tuesday night]: "Yes, seems
to be. A little twerp. Be nice not to bow and scrape."
Teri Jensen: Married? Single? Desperate?
I'll need all you know about him. And don't try to tell me nothing. You're far
too observant for that.
Adrian [last Tuesday night]: "Married.
Family man. Photo of a dowdy wife and two dumpy kids. Balding, glasses, in his
late 30s, and stuck in a job he hates."
Teri Jensen: The best kind. How much longer
are you on parole?
Spitfire: ((And I need to crash, Spitfire
will stand and watch, listening. THanks for the scene Raven, tis real cool
*hugs*))
Adrian [last Tuesday night]: He smirks.
"Nine and a half years." ((*HUGS*))
Teri Jensen: Is that up to him? Or is it
fixed?
Adrian [last Tuesday night]: "It's fixed."
He shrugs. "It was part of the deal I made with the DA."
Teri Jensen: What did you do? *Moving
away from Spitfire to perch on the edge of the couch again* The sixties? Surely
they had to have noticed that you haven't aged.
Adrian [last Tuesday night]: "I have aged
some, just not as others. If they gave it a thought at all, it was simply good
genetics. Mortals will reason away most anything. I was convicted of nine rapes
and three murders. Although they had suspected me and Thomas of many, many
others," he smirks, "they couldn't prove it."
Teri Jensen: How many were there? *Scowling
for a moment, head tilting again as she listens*
Adrian [last Tuesday night]: He has to
think. "A lot," he says slowly. "Some we consumed almost in entirety. I
think...in total...around sixty?"
Adrian [last Tuesday night]: ((I should be
going soon. Any other things that need to be covered? *G*))
Teri Jensen: *Chuckling softly* Then I don't
have to worry about you getting cold feet, do I? *Her gaze pins on him* No more
rapes. Kill whoever you like. But no more rapes.
Adrian [last Tuesday night]: "That's what
prossies are for." He shrugs.
Teri Jensen: ((nope *s* just need to figure
out if he'll be bound or not, and how that will evolve))
Adrian [last Tuesday night]: ((Ok, he
doesn't bother them during the day. Doesn't disturb them. Let me ask Rayvn
something. Just making sure, since he's not a normal ghoul *S*))
Teri Jensen: ((uh oh?? *L* okay...))
Adrian [last Tuesday night]: ((I'll
send you a sitemail as soon as I work out some details. *G*))
Teri Jensen: ((sounds great. :) thanks))
Adrian [last Tuesday night]: ((*hugs*
Thanks for the scene!))