Post by Adrian Murphy on Jul 12, 2012 21:04:15 GMT -8
Blue eyes looked down at the bottle in his hand, and for a moment he thought about telling her. He even opened his mouth to form the words. Only they never left his mouth, instead he took another swig from the bottle of blood. No one had seemed to care about his past back at the Coven. It was all in the past. Unless you were a con-man with scars across your back. Then they just didn't want to hear about it. Some things vampires and humans had in common. None of them wanted to feel responsible.
"My mother couldn't cook," and it had been a constant fight in their house. The fact his father could still be surprised that dinner was only average, at best, had always been a shock to Adrian. While his mother was, maybe had at this point, a wonderful women she was shit in the kitchen. His sister had only been slightly better. She hadn't stuck around long enough for him to remember. Smart, his sister.
"Seems a waist if their just going to be dead in the end." Why keep a facade if killing was the only goal? Cons took time and work. If there wasn't a point to it why drag it out. "Otherwise just take what you want, make them forget, and walk away." He didn't see the point of not drinking human blood when you didn't have to kill a person to feed. Only an idiot used that excuse.
Bodies meant cops, cops meant questions, and no answers meant mobs with pitchforks. He'd read Dracula. People were stupid. It didn't mean vampires needed to be as well.
Post by Sali Idlayel on Jul 15, 2012 13:30:42 GMT -8
His sudden tension made her quirk her head but she quickly got her answer. So he wasn't fond of his human family, he wasn't one to revel in his human life and decided to live int he present. And then his comments about eating made her smile with a soft chuckle behind it. "Oh, Adrian, you have some things to learn," she nodded. "It gets boring, the whole romantic way of feeding with walking up behind someone, biting them and walking away. See-" she hopped off the counter and shook her head. "-humans want us to be these romantic, seductively gorgeous creatures of the night. They want us to be what those Twilight morons adore and there's another author that tried to glorify the vampire lore in a way. Her vampire character became a rock star and lived life as if he were human. But that's not how it goes, that's not even remotely how it works."
She stopped to look at him, arms crossing over her chest softly as her head shook a bit. "It's just all so boring after awhile. And if it so pleases you, you can become what's called a Death Dealer, a hitman of the vampire world. Earn you some cash and what not." Sali was one of those death dealers, a rather notorious one for her sadistic way of shredding bodies almost to the point of not being able to recognize or identify the body. It was her calling card of sorts. Shrugging, a thought struck her of a comment he had made before her little rant. One about human foods and how his mother couldn't cook. "And it doesn't matter if your mother couldn't cook, my dear." She pulled a candy bar from the cabinet beside her, showing him. "I've got a love for these chocolate bars, and I tend to snack on them at times. It's something that I use for comfort because we do have emotions, obviously."
It was a moment before she put the candy bar away and then just sat down on the counter again. "So...where did you come from? Before the coven got a hold of you?" It was a horrible thing, curiosity, and she was too curious most days about people and things. Maybe Adrian would tell her, maybe he'd stay quiet, and maybe he'd rip her head off.
Post by Adrian Murphy on Jul 26, 2012 16:13:38 GMT -8
To put it bluntly he didn't care what the humans. He didn't give a shit what his own race thought of him. It wasn't like he was out to cause trouble and announce to the world vampire existed. What he wanted was to be left alone in peace to do what he wanted with his life. Despite whether it was legal or not. It took him dying to get out from under his father's thumb, but he managed to find himself under the thumb of another.
'It's just all so boring after awhile. And if it so pleases you, you can become what's called a Death Dealer, a hitman of the vampire world. Earn you some cash and what not.'
His ears perked at the start of the statement, but useless killing seemed like a risk. Bodies caused questions that had answers. Those answers would lead the wrong sort of people to his door. He'd find another to deal with his immortality. One that kept cops and freaks from his doorstep. At least when he got a doorstep of his own for them to loiter upon.
"Not much for killing unless necessary," he brought the bottle to his lips as he turned to lean against the wall next to the window. "Feeding being the top of that list." His father's name was right below that in the slowest manner he could think of. After everything he could give his mother that, an easy way out. She deserved that much from her missing son.
'I've got a love for these chocolate bars, and I tend to snack on them at times. It's something that I use for comfort because we do have emotions, obviously.'
Coffee. It was the first thing that popped into his mind. He hadn't had it since he died, and he found he missed the bitter taste. Might be the only thing he hung to from his human life besides the tattoo on his chest. Apparently painted on crosses didn't affect the undead body like the real thing. Which was a plus considering his were attached to his body.
'So...where did you come from? Before the coven got a hold of you?'
He opened his mouth to say Hell, because it was the closest description he give. Instead he heard himself saying, "New Jersey," instead.
Post by Sali Idlayel on Sept 15, 2012 10:29:31 GMT -8
Her eyes turned slowly to look at him as soon as he said feeding was at the top of his necessary killing list. She took a deep breath, shook her raven-haired head and just sat on the counter. For once her back curved into a slouch which was very uncharacteristic of Salidavya since she was, after all, still very proper hundreds of years later. "My dear, I understand that you find it only necessary to kill when you're hungry, but sometimes it may be hard to find money and money will get you someplace to live some day. Although, I wouldn't mind having a companion, it does get awfully lonely here in this house," Sali nodded ever so slowly, a mere tilting of her chin before her gaze turned to her clothes.
It was hard for her to admit that she was lonely but it wasn't beneath her. Some vampires preferred to be alone, preferred to be that black sheep...a loner. Salidavya Idlayel was most certainly not one of them. Oh no, she loved company as much as she did when she was alive. And intimate company was lovely as well, but that was difficult to come by when your skin was always freezing cold. That was something she had had to force herself to get used to, people jerking away at her touch or avoiding her because of her lack of body heat. Now that she was older she had become used to it, found ways to touch people without making them jerk away.
"New Jersey?" She frowned for a moment before giving a soft 'oh' of recognition. "Sorry, I'm not very good with states. I'm obviously from Ireland." Sali just nodded matter-of-factly as she gazed at him, inspecting him a bit. He was too quiet, uncomfortable even but it just seemed like he kept to himself. Taking a deep breath, Sali hopped off of the counter and set her shirt and glass down on the table. Thankfully corsets were acceptable as regular clothing and she didn't look terribly awkward just wearing a corset and jeans. "I apologize, my dear, but I don't wish to make you feel more uncomfortable. Would you like me to show you your room and...uhm I shall go to mine..." she nodded a bit sadly, hiding her emotions perfectly with a slight straightening in her back and setting her jaw.
Post by Adrian Murphy on Sept 25, 2012 21:43:17 GMT -8
At this point he could have told what he did to keep himself fed after he'd left home, back when he'd been human. Blue eyes fell to the blood sloshing around his bottle as he whirled it around. He could stand there and tell her how he got in this mess. How he met the women who had created what he was now, but none of it seemed to matter now. Killing to survive was something he couldn't ignore, after all he was cursed.
But to put a roof over his head? There were cleaner ways, easier ways. Using the only good thing he'd ever learned from his father; how to use people and throw them away. There was nothing else to learn from a man as bitter as his father.
'New Jersey? Sorry, I'm not very good with states. I'm obviously from Ireland.'
"Not missing much." There had been a few highlights here and there, but for the most part it was a cesspool. Well, at least his part of the state had been shit. Lower middle class, too many kids, and parents who hated each other. Welcome to the American Dream. Maybe his father wasn't the only bitter one.
'I apologize, my dear, but I don't wish to make you feel more uncomfortable. Would you like me to show you your room and...uhm I shall go to mine...'
"S'not your fault," he was always cranky anymore. There were a lot of reason for him to sulk about. "Rather have a shower more than a bed. If that's alright?" His skin felt tight, like something was crawling across it.
Post by Sali Idlayel on Sept 30, 2012 15:14:22 GMT -8
Sali wasn't easily offended, never had been and never would be. Just watching Adrian made it obvious that he was uncomfortable in his own skin, in what he had become. Vampires were always a myth, lore, evil beings that ate people. They technically didn't eat people, they merely drank blood from them but Sali had found a blood bank that would allow her to take some of it. Also helped that she knew the vampire who owned said blood bank. Ah yes, vampires had their hands in many day-walker enterprises since they had to earn money somehow. As he asked for a shower, she simply nodded in a mild moment of thought before it dawned on her just what he was asking.
"Oh, I'm sorry yes. Lost in me own thoughts," she sputtered out before walking past him. Hopefully he would follow since she was heading up the steps to the bathroom and all. Her house just got more and more homey, with paintings on the walls and everything. She stopped in front of a door and popped it open, smiling gently. "There's soap, shampoo and the like in the shower and the towels are in the small closet there. The room you'll be staying in is down there," Sali pointed to everything and nodded gently. "There might be clothes in the drawers if you would like fresh clothing. I tend to keep extra clothes in all sizes around, never know who will happen at your door." With that, she nodded softly and walked down the hall to her room where she turned on some low music and began to sketch in her book.
This new vampire was interesting. He smelled of human still even though it probably had been few years since he was turned, and he just seemed off. Salidavya was not one to know exactly what a persons personality was like but she could at least read people well. He had a killer quality to him but he also had that 'no violence' feel. Oh well, she'd figure him out sooner or later.