Imara Sophia Deveroux
Crimson Vampire
The Psycho Princess
played by reesa [/size][/i][/center]
The Physical Embodiment of Insanity
Posts: 17
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Post by Imara Sophia Deveroux on Dec 4, 2012 20:59:03 GMT -5
Imara Sophia Deveroux, more commonly known as Immie, was bored. And when Immie was bored it was never a good thing for anyone involved. Why? Well for a few reasons. One of the major reasons being that when Immie was bored, she tended to try and have her own fun. And her own fun usually got herself in trouble or someone else dead. There was no in between when it came to the psychotic red fledgling who couldn’t seem to keep herself sane for more than five minutes at a time. She was just…Immie. And that marked her as more than slightly insane.
She was bored for one specific reason. The Game was over. Immie pouted at that thought. She hated when the Game was over, it left such a lull in her life. SO much planning went into the beginning, not that she had much hand in that, but Julian usually gave her tasks to keep her busy because he too knew of her little quirk of what happened when she got bored. There was also the Game itself where everyone was screaming and afraid and it was so wonderful that she nearly screamed as well, just to join the fun.
Though, she didn’t. Immie was a sadist, after all, not a masochist. She did not enjoy her own pain, just the pain of others.
But the Game had ended, sadly. And the girl had passed it seemed, except for one minor slip up with the one girl but that was apparently to be ignored…and she also left. Without Immie being able to kill her. Now that made Immie pout again because she hated when the innocent ones got to walk away alive. It just plain spoiled all of her fun and left her pouting and unhappy. Like she had been earlier in the night.
Earlier that night she had woken up, entirely restless and pacing her room. She wanted to do something, anything, to break this stupid boredom. She felt like the day before she had had so much to do! But now with the game being done she had nothing, no, no, nothing at all to do. It made her so restless, it did, it did. And now she was stuck. In this house. This empty house because she was not sure where Julian was and the other two, the Snake and Wolf were not in. They did not live here, after all, they were not required to be in.
That left just Immie all by her lonesome. Which was never a good thing.
She pouted at herself in the mirror. She had brushed her black and red hair until it shone earlier out of having nothing else to do, and did not feel like tangling up one of her tiaras in there just yet. She was wearing one of her happy poofy skirts, and one of her usual corsets and her combat boots. That made her happy at least. But that wasn’t enough to keep her occupied. Who let getting dressed keep them occupied? She wasn’t a child, no, no, she wasn’t. She couldn’t sit around playing dress up all day.
She debated reading, as she had as a child often after breaking both of her legs from a fall from a tree. That led her back to her childhood, though. Back to the twins calling her name, back to Sylphie being around, back to her Papa in his study, and her Mama in the kitchen with the cooks preparing something wonderful for dinner. She paused a moment, drinking in the wonderful memory of being a child with not a care.
She missed those days.
That brought her back to these days however. She could always spend her time plotting out her revenge once more and looking into who had done this atrocious thing to herself and her family so many years ago. But she was not in the mood for such plotting and planning, no, no, not just yet she was not. Perhaps later on in the day when she found herself more calmed down and relaxed. She would need to do something in order to exhaust herself fully, however.
She could always go out and feed herself. Which was what she had done. He had been wavering about so funny, she had not been able but to help and snack on him to see what it was that made him stumble about such as that. It had been so odd to her. She was now under the realization that the man she had bitten into and drained to the very last drop had most certainly been drunk. For now she felt the same wavering and giggly, bubbly, feeling as she had seen him showing before she had taken to luring him to her and biting him just for the sake of her own curiousity.
She had giggled the whole way home, not that that was too odd, really. But then she heard the random noises that indicatied that she was no longer alone. She bounced from foot to foot, excited, but then took a moment to think about where this other person could be. A few minutes of listening told her that it had to be Julian, because who else would it be, because no noises of pain were made. And any other person who was in this house was usually making noises of pain if it was not Immie or Julian.
Happily she called out. ”Julian! I am home!” her voice was colored by her thick French accent and that made her giggle once more. Such a silly language, English was, it was so limited to her as well. She disliked using it. But Julian did not know how to speak her native language, and thus she must stick to the silly coarse words that she did not like. With a happy little spin she skipped off towards where she thought he was, wondering where he could be? It was like hide and seek! The thought made her break out into mad laughter again, which echoed all around her as she skipped along, a little bit tipsy in her movements.
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Muse: Epical
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Julian Kale
Onyx Vampire
The Shadow Man
played by seph [/size][/i][/center]
Posts: 12
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Post by Julian Kale on Dec 4, 2012 22:32:39 GMT -5
Julian was upstairs walking in the hallways of his lavish home lost in thought. He just didn't seem to know what to do with himself right now. The Game was over and he was not sure he was happy with how everything had turned out. Actually, he was pretty sure he was unhappy about how things had turned out. It had changed him, of course he was still his malevolent self but he was different now. He was disappointed. The only really big thing he had gotten out of it was he had succeeded in breaking up Seth and his little girlfriend but that was nothing compared to what he had really wanted...
He sighed as he walked along the corridor of his Victorian style home. He looked at the iron light fixtures, and down at the black that was the floor but it didn't fill him with the contentment that it normally would. Everything seemed flat and boring to him and he wasn't used to this type of feeling...This type of disappointment...There wasn't much that he could do about it though, it was over, all of it was over. He sighed.
Oh he could always start a new game but it wouldn't be the same at all. If there was ever a tine where he lost a game he always ended up feeling this way, defeated. Somehow it just seemed worse this time though and he could not stand it. He could not stand to feel so terrible anymore, so he decided he would do something to cheer himself up. He would check on his weapons.
He smoothed his hand over his slicked back blonde hair and moved effortlessly over to his weapons room. His dress shoes made no noise on the carpet and it was a good thing, he liked the quiet right now. It was sort of like he was in mourning, even if that did sound a little melodramatic.
He opened a large oak door and stepped inside the room closing the door behind him. The walls were covered in shiny metal and he took a deep breath trying to breathe in the smell of all the tools he had that he used for torturing. He didn't even feel like doing that right now. What the hell was wrong with him? Julian had never lost his lust for blood before. He always wanted to torture people he always wanted to hear them scream in pain, or scream his name if they were in bed but that was something else entirely.
He sighed and moved over to a very large battle axe on the wall to the right of him and touched the steel feeling the cool metal beneath his fingers. He ran his finger across the edge of it and sliced it, not deeply but just enough to draw some blood. He looked down at his finger and licked off the blood a little. There was nothing of enjoyment in that. Not that there ever was, drinking his own blood held no thrill for him. He sighed. He needed to do something and do something quick before he drove himself insane.
He shook his head moving away from the axe and then leaving the room closing the door behind him with a loud thud. He shook his head and walked down the hall. All he was doing his sighing and shaking his head lately, He needed to get back on his game so that he could be himself, and he didn't know how.
He stepped over to his grand stair case and then started going down it one step by one step. He looked down at the steps and watched them as they disappeared underneath his dress shoes. This is what his life had come to, watching his feet move. He shook his head for maybe the umpteenth time and then walked into his kitchen going into the large fridge he had there and then pouring himself a glass of his best wine.
He took a sip and then he heard something coming from the front of the mansion. Imara. It had to be her. She was the only person who came in here other than Julian and who she or Julian was bringing in for that night. He sighed. She sounded a bit...off. Well maybe she would distract him from all the stupidity going on in his brain at the moment. She could distract him with her insanity. He heard her say that she was home to him and he left the kitchen with his glass and then moved over to the parlor where she would be from coming in.
"Imara...What is the matter with you? Other than the usual things of course." he said with a little bit of a smirk. See that felt good, he felt good when he was insulting someone but it would be no use on her and actually it hadn't felt that good, It was better than how he had been but he felt so off. He looked up at her and noticed how she seemed more off than usual. He had been slightly joking before when he asked saying other than the usual things but now he was pretty sure something was up.
"Imara did you stumble somewhere and hit your head?"he asked taking a sip from the wine, part of him was curious, Part of him didn't care. He just wanted to get out of this funk he was feeling no matter what it took and now matter how long it took. He sighed and looked at her, waiting for her to say something ridiculous like she usually did.
Words: 963
Muse: Gooood
Notes: hes sooo off right now, lol but shes drunk this is amusing.
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Imara Sophia Deveroux
Crimson Vampire
The Psycho Princess
played by reesa [/size][/i][/center]
The Physical Embodiment of Insanity
Posts: 17
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Post by Imara Sophia Deveroux on Dec 4, 2012 22:35:08 GMT -5
Imara Sophia, better known as Immie, giggled as she skipped back into what she so fondly called the Nightmare House. Not that it was so unusual for Immie to be giggling, of course. It wasn’t even a sign that she was a little off. Immie giggled even when she was at the top of her mental state and most seriously functioning almost like a normal human being. Yes, yes she did. It was more the way that she was giggling that gave away that something was off about the insane and feral red fledgling.
There was a hint to them, that spoke to her being not quite stable. And it was evident in the way that she slightly wobbled when she walked, even though she always wore these wonderful boots around and they never made her wobble before, no no they did not. They most certainly did not. She giggled again. And continued her skipping journey into the house, amused by how the world seemed to spin ever so slightly. Now why on earth was it doing that?
It was not another one of her mad little delusions, she knew that much, yes, yes she did. It couldn’t be that. She was very positive that she had been mostly sane before this morning and her delusions usually tended to manifest themselves into her brothers or her sister or her parents, never as something as silly as the world spinning ever so slightly or making her wobble when she walked. She giggled. Wobble. It sounded like waddle which sounded like a duck. Or a penguin. She giggled again, louder this time. English, English, such a silly language with silly words. Of course most of the time she thought in French, this was not the point however. It was silly.
She thought this as she called out to Julian whens he heard that someone else was finally in t he house with her! Oh how wonderful! She had left earlier because she was bored and alone. She had drunken from that wobbly person, and now she was wobbly too. Maybe it was a disease! Or something contagious! She gasped dramatically and then collapsed into giggles once more over her own dramatic movements. How silly, how silly was she. She was so silyl right now, so silly, yes yes she was.
She was happily skipping and dancing about, wondering what it was that had gotten into her, being that she felt odder than she usually did and she wasn’t quite sure why, when Julian actually responded to her calling out to him. It was like magic!
She collapsed into giggles again.
He called her Imara. And she pouted. ”Immie” she said automatically, like she always did before she answered him after he called her Imara. Him calling her by a name he didn’t want her to call her by was always the first thing that she would comment on when she spoke to him. She knew that he did it for two reasons: He disliked the nickname because he thought it was childish, than again what didn’t he think was childish? And because he liked to piss her off, which he did, every time that he called her Imara instead of Immie such as she preferred to be called. He asked what was the matter with her and she blinked, looking up at him with dark red eyes.
How did he knoew that was what she had been trying to figure out?
He couldn’t read her mind. No, no he couldn’t. At least he couldn’t the last time she checked. Maybe that was how he always got her to do as he asked when she would tear out the throat of anyone else who tried to tell her to do half of the things that he tried to tell her to do.
And then he asked if she hit her head.
She pouted, about to answer, and the frowned. Had she? She might have. She wasn’t sure. She didn’t hink she had but who knew really? She had been wobbling all the way home as she skipped and danced, more than a little bit tipsy but she did not realize that it was because she was tipsy, she couldn’t even begin to figure out why she had been wobbling all over the place. SO maybe she had hit her head and didn’t remember it. Was that possible? She ran her fingers through her thick black and red hair but her fingers came back clean, no blood. And despite her appearances sometimes, she was always well bathed, unlike most feral fledglings. Julian wouldn’t stand for otherwise and neither would she, honestly, even dying would not change that odd little quirk with her.
She pouted again. ”Non, non, I do not believe so?” she replied to his question about hitting her head. And then the wobbling man came into her head again and she burst into giggles out of nowhere. She was swinging all over the place. ”I ate a wobbly man though, yes, yes I did” she said, unable to help the mad giggles that wouldn’t stop. She nearly fell over….and then she did. Right on her butt. She blinked. She hadn’t expected to lose her balance like that. How did she lose her balance? She hadn’t even rememberd starting to fall.
Oops.
No more wobbly men. She should stay away from those, yes, yes she should.
Words: 933
Muse: Okay
cOMMENTS: sHES A NUT.
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Julian Kale
Onyx Vampire
The Shadow Man
played by seph [/size][/i][/center]
Posts: 12
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Post by Julian Kale on Dec 4, 2012 22:36:07 GMT -5
There was nothing worse than a bored and unhappy sadist. Well nothing worse for any person he decided would be a victim. Julian didn't think people had much to worry about though. Julian wasn't in mood to go and torture people though. Which was odd for him. Julian was always in the mood to torture people it gave him the most joy out of everything he ever did. Not including sex of course but that was a completely different story. Julian didn't want to feel this way. Julian wanted to feel better. How could he though? Things didn't go his way and when things didn't go his way he was less than happy.
He sighed as once again the events went through his mind. He hated this. He hated this so much. Even his weapons couldn't cheer him up and make him feel any less listless. He wanted to feel so much better. He wanted to go back to wanting to hurt people and not wanting to just roam around his vast mansion and do absolutely nothing with it. He got no joy out of anything anymore and he really wanted to fix it. He really wanted to just...he really wanted to stop being some who was so ruled by what he felt.
When had he become such a person? He wasn't. Things didn't go right with his last game and he didn't know whether or not he was going to do another one. What was the point? What would be the point of doing a game if the fact of the matter was that it never went the way he wanted. He never got the innocent one to be his. He never ever got who he wanted. He either had to kill them or they just didn't want him they thought that he was a monster...
He was. He knew that. Most of the time he liked that. That was what he wanted, that was who he was and he was happy with it. He owned the fact that he had a monster inside of him. Just sometimes he wished his monster inside of him would make him better. Would make him get what he wanted...
He sighed. What the fuck was he thinking? He needed to just stop and go back to his normal way of thinking. Kill or be killed. That was the way things were. He needed to just keep thinking that and things would just go back to normal that way as long as he thought it. As long as he thought that things would go back to normal then that would mean that they would go back to normal....
No matter how much he repeated that to himself though, Julian just could not seem to believe it. He wanted too, oh he wanted too but he just could not believe it. He knew that things were fucked up right now and he knew that he really had no way to fix them and that was part of what was giving him the feeling of floating and the feeling of just being listlessly there. He wanted it gone but he knew that it would be easier said than done.
He sighed and then he had come down stairs wondering what he was going to do to make himself feel less bored and less not like himself and that had been when Imara had come home. It wasn't that he had forgotten about his partner or anything. She was of course his partner in all of this but he just was feeling so like his head was anywhere other than where it needed to be that he didn't even know anything anymore. Wasn't that just pathetic?
When he had walked over to her though the biggest thing he had noticed was the way that she was acting. She was weirder than usual and she was usually pretty weird. She made a comment at him because he had called her Imara rather than Immie but that was something that he always did. He shook his head not feeling like actually giving her the satisfaction of saying her name the way she wanted him to say it. It really wasn't his problem and he was so not in the mood to deal with it.
He asked if she had hit her head mostly as a joke and then she actually thought about it and said no. It was what she said next that completely caught his attention. She said she had ate a wobbly man. Julian raised an eyebrow. A wobbly man? Why would a man be wobbling?
Julian chuckled. Oh no. She was acting a lot stranger than usual and she had eaten a wobbly man. Imara was drunk. He laughed a bit, laughed holding onto his stomach. Oh this was too good.
"You're drunk. Good for you Immie" For once he did actually use her name that she liked being called by mostly because he was amused.
'Come on...Let's go find something interesting for your drunken mind to do.He grinned a bit and then walked over to the stairs waiting for her to try and drunkenly get her to go up the stairs with him. He wondered if he could get her to do something crazy while drunk...who was he kidding she would do something crazy either way not that it mattered to Julian. He wanted amusement and Immie being drunk was about as amusing as things were going to get.
Words: 942
Muse: Faded but there
Notes: Hes odd
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Imara Sophia Deveroux
Crimson Vampire
The Psycho Princess
played by reesa [/size][/i][/center]
The Physical Embodiment of Insanity
Posts: 17
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Post by Imara Sophia Deveroux on Dec 4, 2012 22:36:43 GMT -5
She giggled wildly, not sure why she was finding everything so wonderfully funny but she just was. Everything seemed to be far too amusing to her right now, though she couldn’t pinpoint why exactly that was, no, no she couldn’t. She was trying though. She was, she was. Immie wasn’t sure, but she would figure it out. Somehow. She knew it wasn’t abnormal for her to be giggling, most people that didn’t know her well probably didn’t even notice that anything was wrong about her right now. Most people were not Julian though.
She didn’t notice that he seemed off, that wasn’t her priority. He was the details man in this duo, not her. She was the one who carried out the evil deeds more than happily. Not that she didn’t have a brain to figure it out, she just didn’t chose to because it bored her to bother with such things. She had called out into the Nightmare House when she had heard someone else around and about in this place, and like magic he had appeared! These thoughts made her collapse into silly little giggles once more, yes yes they did. She tended to giggle over just about anything though, this was nothing too abnormal to be concerned over.
He didn’t reply to her saying he should call her Immie, and she pouted a little but the facial expression felt so funny on her face that she giggled again, instead he had asked her if she had hit her head. She had gone over it in her own head, because perhaps she had. She hadn’t felt this funny or this wobbly before she had gone out into the city. But instead she came to the conclusion that that couldn’t be it! She had instead told Julian about the wobbly man.
And then she felt herself start to wobble, and next thing she knew she had fallen over. Unladylike, she hadn’t bothered with silly things like arranging her legs in the poofy skirt that she wore, but she wasn’t really thinking about that. She was too busy giggling and watching the world spin around her like such a silly thing. Why was it doing that? She didn’t know why, no, no she didn’t. It just seemed to keep whirling around and around and she couldn’t figure out why.
Julain spoke, from where he was, and he caught her attention like he always managed to, though she couldn’t tune into him for long, and right now it was even worse because she felt even more spacey than she usually did. Yes, yes she did. She couldn’t figure out why. Julian called her drunk and her face screwed up a little in it’s confusion, her lips pulling to one side, her nose wrinkling slightly, her eyebrows pulled together. It was almost a comical sight to see on her tiny little face, if it weren’t for the ruby red eyes making everything she did seem a little more deadly than it would on anyone else.
”Quest-ce que ca veut dire drunk” she asked in French, her English slipping because she always thought in French, and being that she was, in fact, drunk she couldn’t entirely force her tongue around the rough English like she could when she was sober. It was her default to go back to French unless she really thought about it. She had been speaking French for fourteen of her eighteen years of life, after all. Why would she bother with English if she did not have to? She only bothered with it because Julian could not speak French.
Of course, that was usually all the more reason to speak French.
She collapsed into giggles once more, this time flopping back to lay on the very nice rug that covered the floor of the room she was in. For a moment, she found that she couldn’t remember what room she was in. Instead Immie distracted herself reaching up to attempt to touch the candelabra which was oh so very high above her but she figured if the room was wobbling, she could totally manage to grab the silly little thing that hung above her.
This was all turned irrelevant of Julian’s words of course.
She giggled and sat up then, liking his idea! Yes, yes she did. Something interesting! She had been lacking something interesting to do, that was why she had gone out of the house today, yes, yes it had been. Not like she couldn’t normally leave the house. They weren’t doing a game, and Julian didn’t seem inclined to want to do another game for some time, so Immie didn’t need to behave herself in any sense of the word, she could do as she pleased and not fear from any consequences, she didn’t have to worry about leading people back to them or suspicion.
So she could do what she wanted!
But something interesting sounded like such fun, such fun. ”Oui!” she said happily, and then she knew she had to stand in order to do this. She attempted to get up but it didn’t work. She scowled at her feet and legs. They wouldn’t seem to get under her right in order to let her get up like she should be able to. She was a red fledgling! She should be able to stand on her own! She pouted and huffed. She looked up and Julian and took a moment to remember how to say what she wanted to say in English, he couldn’t understand her otherwise. ”Julian, I cannot stand” she said with a huffy and pouty voice, like a child.
Drunk or not, however, Immie was always a child.
Words: 996
Muse: Okay
Comments: Sorry, failish
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Julian Kale
Onyx Vampire
The Shadow Man
played by seph [/size][/i][/center]
Posts: 12
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Post by Julian Kale on Dec 4, 2012 22:39:57 GMT -5
Julian wanted so badly to be amused. He hated this between games feeling, the long went on, the longer Julian grew restless. A restless animal was a dangerous one. He thought about it with a grin. He was a completely restless little animal that was waiting to come out and play, Not that he would have the opportunity to do so. He was completely stuck in this house, doomed to do nothing until another game started and what fun would that be to just wait around his lavish home and do nothing? Hurt nothing? Kill nothing? Sleep with nothing? Julian sighed with the thought of the monotony.
That was another thing that he could not bare. Boredom. Julian hated being bored. Animals did not like boredom, they were just waiting to be able to pounce on something and they could not. He sighed, he didn't even know what he was thinking about anymore because he was so bored and so stuck in the stupid mood of not being in any game and not having anyone to go after that he was just itching in his own skin trying so hard to just get out of it.
He had not expected to Find Immie in the state that she had been in when he had found her that moment. He never quite knew what to do when it came to Immie though, she was one of the oddest people he had ever met in his life, but he needed her and would continue to have her here until he no longer needed her anymore, than she would no longer be his problem and he would carry on with his life. Until then he was pretty much stuck with her. Which was something he was still trying to come to terms with.
So when he hand found out that she was drunk, he was so completely amused and confused. He wasn't used to being responsible for someone other than himself and he didn't much feel like being responsible for Immie but he didn't really have much of a choice since he had her living in his house and needed her and all that bull shit. Even so..He could potentially use this to his advantage. He was sorely in need of some good amusement and a drunk Immie would definitely be amusing, so he decided that he was going to see what amusing things that he could do with her drunken self.
He had moved over to the stairs, getting ready to go up when he heard her behind him speaking from over the floor and he frowned a little. She said that she could not stand and he sighed and moved back over to her. He was going to have to carry her now wasn't he? Well it wouldn't be that hard to do. He was a black fledgling, so carrying her would be practically effortless for him. It was just more tedious...than anything else really.
He sighed and went over to her, scooping her up and beginning to carry her up the stairs with complete ease.
"You know...carrying you up the stairs is not part of my job description."he said plainly. He was just merely talking to himself really, but it was sort of filling the quiet air as he carried her up the stairs. He didn't think that he had ever carried anyone up these stairs before, or anyone up the stairs for that matter. He had minions to do his dirty work which meant carrying bodies and unconscious people and such. Of course, he had done it before, he had to carry dead bodies when he was getting rid of them outside of his house of course but he never actually had to carry them inside of his house. He shrugged off the thought, it didn't really matter at all thought, it was just a casual thought that had popped up inside of his head. He sighed a little bit and just carried her off to one of his weapons rooms.
Julian loved his weapons rooms. He had several of them, the one that he was leading them too was the one that had couches and had all the medieval weapons that he had collected over the years on his walls. This way he could lay her down on the couch and try and amuse himself while keeping an eye on her. Besides, he had several bottles of old wine in a cabinet in that room so he could easily get himself something to drink, it was a win win for him.
He turned the corner and walked right over to the room and opened the door holding Immie up with one hand and then walking in closing the door behind them and just settling her down on the couch and then going to grab an a hundred year old bottle of wine from the cabinet he kept it in. He picked up a stray glass from a table and poured himself some before turning to Immie and speaking.
"There...on that couch you can't possibly do any damage to yourself, or me for that matter. Me more importantly."he said with a little grin, and then he walked over to the weapons on the wall and started to look at them, the swords, the battleaxes. It was all beautiful. Every weapon was a beauty to him, it was probably why he thought himself to be so beautiful, he thought with a grin.
Words: 933
Muse: pretty good
Notes: Random Julian muse
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Imara Sophia Deveroux
Crimson Vampire
The Psycho Princess
played by reesa [/size][/i][/center]
The Physical Embodiment of Insanity
Posts: 17
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Post by Imara Sophia Deveroux on Dec 4, 2012 22:40:49 GMT -5
]Immie felt strange and tilty and whirly. She wasn’t sure how else to describe it! She felt more giggly than usually and it was such a silly feeling. She wasn’t sure how she felt about it, or how it had happened to her or what exactly it meant. Julian seemed to know, and he seemed to be laughing about it too. Normally she’d huff and pout about that, but she wasn’t sure she felt like huffing and pouting. It just wasn’t in her in that moment, she would rather giggle and spin and run around like a nut instead.
Oh yes, that sounded like a lot more fun! Unfortunately, she had somehow ended up landing on her butt and now she wasn’t entirely sure how to get up. She also wasn’t entirely sure that she remembered much English right now. It was more French dominating right now. This was probably because English was a constant effort for her to speak instead of French, it didn’t come naturally, she wasn’t fluent enough in the language for that. Instead she was French entirely inside her head and she consciously thought about what the English was at all times, making her answers a bit slower in English.
She had gotten bored after the game though and needed something to occupy her time. She couldn’t hunt down the people that had gotten away, though she wanted to deeply, because that was entirely against the rules and Immie always followed the rules. That was one thing that could always be counted on with Immie, she would follow the rules that were set before her and not stray from them. Other things were never certain, of course, but that was something that could be counted on with her. She would follow the rules set before her.
So with that option out, she had instead amused herself by going out and getting something to drink, not wanting to take the person back to torture them because she wasn’t in the mood for that. And she had found a wobbly man, whom she had eaten because he seemed so funny to her! He was wobbling back and forth and it had made his blood taste so funny to her, it had something odd and extra about it that had kept her drinking until he was dead and gone under her lips. And now she felt odd and wobbly herself.
She was also now laying down in the middle of the floor.
She informed him of this and he frowned, and she mimicked the gesture, frowning back at him, until she burst into giggles, unable to help herself right then and there. She laughed a lot, but this was a lot even for her. He scooped her up and she blinked, she hadn’t expected to be picked up. But she supposed that was the logical thing to do, wasn’t it? And Julian always did the logical thing with a grumpy look on his face. Yes, yes he did. What a grumpy boy, big grump, silly, yes, yes. She giggled and stuck her tongue out at him when he said it wasn’t in his job description.
And then she started to sing a little nursery rhyme that her mother used to sing to her when she had been alive and Immie had been very tiny indeed. “Je suis las, il fait nuit. Bonsoir, cher petit père ; Couche-moi, bonne mère ; Porte-moi dans mon lit.”[/i] It was a little song about being tired and being carried to bed. Not that she was tired, quite the opposite in fact. And it was also in French so Julian wouldn’t understand what she was saying but oh well! It had popped into her head. She started to hum the rest of it, in between little happy giggles. The world was spinning around her, it was making her laugh, yes, yes it was. He was probably so annoyed with her, yes, yes. But hey, at least she was amused, and amusing. Double the power right there. She fell into giggles again with that, as she was being carried by Julian, something she never expected to happen. Never. As in really never.
Immie was a tiny little creature, she wasn’t surprised that Julian could carry her with one hand and open the door with the other. She blinked at all the wonderful things that she saw in here. They seemed like such fun! Immie’s own play room mainly consisted of modern weapons. Blades that were kept slick and sharp enough to cut a piece of paper in half the long way, that cleaved through skin as easily as breathing. She didn’t usually foray into the more medieval stuff but this stuff seemed like fun. He put her down and she blinked, not expecting to be dropped, and looked up at him with eyes that showed hints of emerald green for a moment before the blood red overtook them.
He said she couldn’t do damage to herself or to him over there and she stuck her tongue out again, a common tactic with her, yes yes she couldn’t help herself. She was a child in her mentality most of he time because that was how she dealt with what had happened to her and her sister. So she would react like a child. She knew it drove him nuts that she wouldn’t be more mature but oh well!
”But I want to touchhhh” she whined in heavily accented French, reaching out towards the weapons that seemed like so much fun to play with to her. Her hands made grabby motions and she didn’t seem to realize as she did this that she might be easily mistaken for reaching out to him, rather than the weapons. It was the way she was angled, it made it hard to tell. She didn’t get off though, he had put her here and in her drunk little mind, that meant she should stay there.
Words: 1030
Muse: Odd, sorry
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Julian Kale
Onyx Vampire
The Shadow Man
played by seph [/size][/i][/center]
Posts: 12
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Post by Julian Kale on Dec 13, 2012 14:32:36 GMT -5
Julian loved all the weapons in his weapons room. He had procured each of them in different situations. Julian of course had money and had simply bought some of them, but others he had stolen from people, or won off of people. One of the axes, he had taken from someone after he killed them when losing the game. Oh the memories, Julian absolutely loved his game. He would play it all the time if he could, but after that last one...that last one had taken something out of him. Julian didn't like to admit it, but he was sort of like a child when it came to his game. He didn't like losing.
He sighed a little bit as he thought of it. Astraea. How could she and her friends have beaten his game? How could they have won over him? One second, he had been winning just like he knew that he would. The next second, it was all over. She was gone, escaped and so were her friends. Julian was alone, well with Imara, but that didn't count. He was left to stand there and wonder how he could have lost. He had partially wanted her to win of course, but he wanted her to win and then want him. That had been what he wanted in the end. Julian had an obsession with innocent ones, and she was innocent. He sighed a little bit.
It didn't end the way he wanted. It always ended the way that he wanted. Now what was he to do? All he had been doing was wandering aimlessly around his house, just waiting for the chance to go out and have a game again or to see the lovely Astraea again. He wanted too see her. He wanted to show her that belonged by his side, but he just couldn't at the moment. It just felt like it wasn't the time. He sighed, at least he had gotten a small constellation prize out of it. One of his workers, had been in love with one of his innocent one's friends. The girl was lovely, but she was changing him. She had been making him soft.
So Julian had put a stop to it. He had exposed Seth for helping him and the girl didn't seem to want to forgive him. Even when it had seemed that way, that she might. Julian had stabbed her, and then told Seth to tell her how much she didn't matter. It had worked in Julian's favor. The boy was not allowed to tell her anything or Julian would kill her. It did feel really nice to have that sort of control over the boy, but still for Julian something felt like it was missing.
Now here Julian was in his weapons room, with his giggling partner behind him. Immie, he had almost forgotten she was there while he was standing there in front of his weapons letting the smell of fresh steel and beauty take him into his revelry. She had been singing something in french before and he almost looked at her crossly. He hated when she talked in french. Mostly because it was the one language that he didn't know but also because she knew that and did it just to annoy him. Sometimes he wondered why he had partnered up with such an odd person, but then he remembered. She helped him with his game, she made it better for him. So with that, he had to deal with how she was.
She was whining about how she wanted to touch the weapons and he turned around to look at her. "Your kidding right? You are drunk. There is no way that I am going to let you near any pointy objects. You could accidentally cut my wonderful face, and then I would be very cross with you."he said with a bit of a grin. He was being a bit of an ass but he didn't care much, she was the one who had decided that she was going to go out and drink form a drunk guy. Sure, she didn't really know the difference between drinking from a drunk guy and a normal guy because she wasn't all there in her head, but even so. Julian could make fun of her if he felt like it, it wasn't like she could do anything about it.
Julian sighed. Perhaps he could let her see one weapon and then step back away from her as to not hurt himself in anyway. He moved toward one of his shiny double axes and took it down off the wall, it made a large thud against the wood as he removed it and made for a heavy weight in his hand. The handle was made of cedar wood and the blade of steel. It was beautiful, and hand crafted like most of the things that were in his collection.
He walked over to Immie and looked down at her shaking his head. "Here, you can look at this one. Now excuse me while I back away a little bit so the damage is done to you and not to me. " he grinned a little bit. She was so drunk she probably wouldn't be able to hold it correctly. He hoped that she didn't slice anything off. It was a leather couch that she was sitting on and Julian really did not want to have to clean that up, it was so hard to get blood out of leather.
Words: 924
Muse: Surprisingly good
Notes: He's so mean and bizarre.
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Imara Sophia Deveroux
Crimson Vampire
The Psycho Princess
played by reesa [/size][/i][/center]
The Physical Embodiment of Insanity
Posts: 17
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Post by Imara Sophia Deveroux on Dec 17, 2012 22:27:54 GMT -5
Immie felt like the world was spinning. It made her giggle. Well, more than usual. It made her laugh, she wasn’t sure why but she felt so loose and bubbly! Well okay, she knew why. If Julian was right that is. She was wobbly and giggly because she ate a wobbly man and apparently it had made her drunk. She wasn’t entirely sure what that was though because Julian hadn’t explained it to her. Which could possibly be because she had asked him what it meant in French and he tended to ignore her when she spoke in French because he didn’t know it.
Usually that made her giggle and do it on purpose, especially when she was trying to bother him. But she hadn’t meant to bother him this time, it had just slipped! She was drunk and when she was drunk she couldn’t seem to figure out how to wrap her mind around the English language, it was just too hard. She had learned it a while ago so it was pretty stuck in her head but French would always be her first language, she reverted to it when she wasn’t thinking too hard about what she was saying. IT took a bit of extra effort to think on the English.
Double that when she was drunk.
He was carrying her up the stairs and it reminded her of her mother when she used to carry her up the stairs and sing a little lullabye. So Immie started to sing this too herself. And when she peeked over Julian’s shoulder, there her mother was! She knew it was an illusion but at that moment she didn’t care! She giggled and she waved to that figment of her imagination that was currently in the form of her mother. She didn’t think Julian even noticed really.
And then they were in his weapons room. She wasn’t even usually in here herself, she was usually in her own room full of weapons that she actually kept relatively clean, surprisingly enough. She always tried to keep that neat. As opposed to her room which was usually a wreck. Her weapons were important though! Either way, she had yet to be in his, except for quick moments here or there when it was important that she be. But usually he didn’t trust her around it enough to leave her in here or let her touch anything. She didn’t blame him.
She soon found herself plopped down on a couch away from the weapons, where he claimed she couldn’t hurt anything, mostly him because she doubted he really cared about her safety, and she blinked. She hadn’t been expecting that. Not that she had expected him to keep carrying her, of course, but she hadn’t been expecting to be moved. It made her feel a little bit slippy slidey. Because the world was spinning just a little bit. It made her giggle widely and look around watching the room tilt slightly. Maybe she shouldn’t have drained the wobbly man.
She whined when he told her she wasn’t allowed to touch anything and made grabby hands for the weapons. She didn’t like being around so many pretty things that she couldn’t touch! It wasn’t fair! He looked at her like she was crazy, which she was, and was an ass to her, saying that she would most likely cut his face. Now she wanted to on purpose. She pouted and scowled at him, somehow doing both at the same time, and rocked back on the couch. She crossed her arms and huffed at him. He was so mean. She pouted more and looked down, doing a little grumble like a little kid.
”You don’t have to be so mean, Julian” she whined softly, in her heavily accented French voice, but at least she was speaking in English, he should feel priveledged that she bothered. She was huffy and pouty, more than usual. But her own pouting voice soon had her giggling again because it sounded so sullen and that was so weird for her! Yes, yes it was! She giggled wildly, until she wasn’t entirely sure why she was laughing anymore. It just seemed fun!
And then Julian was turned away but she barely noticed, so wrapped up in her own amusement. She never should be allowed to get drunk…ever…again. It was just not the best thing for Immie, now was it? She was insane enough when she hadn’t eaten wobbly people. She blinked, eyes going wide when Julian turned back towards her. She liked that! It was so pretty. Her grabby hands started again before he could start to speak. Immie liked pretty things, and she liked girly things, but she would always take weapons over that! Now anyway, not when she was younger and before she had…well…snapped.
He said she could look at that one and a grin spread out across her features. ”Oui? Merci!” she said with a giggle. Now that was barely French, he couldn’t get mad at her. Everyone knew those words, so that was pretty basic for her. If he had an issue with that that wasn’t her fault! She took it from him and immediately almost dropped it. She was drunk and tiny and the ax was heavy, so she had no idea what she was doing. Imeediately her hands dropped, barely holding it, but then she hoisted it back up…
And managed to slice open her arm. It was a little thing, it hadn’t hit any of the main arteries, she knew that better than most. But all the same she blinked and stared at it. ”Ow…oops” it hadn’t started to sting yet, but it would. And when it did she’d probably start shrieking.
She was a sadist, not a masochist.
Words: 973
Muse: Okay?
Comments: Sorry it sucks
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Julian Kale
Onyx Vampire
The Shadow Man
played by seph [/size][/i][/center]
Posts: 12
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Post by Julian Kale on Feb 11, 2013 15:07:20 GMT -5
Why did these things always happen to him? Julian couldn't help thinking this as he watched his drunken roommate/partner sit there and giggle on the couch of his weapons room. She had gotten herself drunk, as if she wasn't already insane enough and now he was stuck watching her so that she didn't harm herself, or get herself thrown in that damned cage again. How had this become his life? When had he lost it? Julian was smooth, he knew what he wanted and he went and took it. He played his game, everyone lost and they died and he continued on his search to find the perfect innocent girl. Why now was it so different? Why now was he sitting at home with a drunk?
He sighed softly and continued to stare up at the weapons on the wall. He wanted to go out and start another game, but what for? Either way he was never fulfilled with the outcome. One the one hand, he wanted them all to lose so that he could prove that no amount of innocence would do anything to him and that it wouldn't be enough to face him, or save them. On the other hand though, who ever it was. Whatever girl he lured in because he wanted her to prove him wrong, he wanted her to win. So that he could have her, it never seemed to work. The game he had just had was most likely the worst. She had won, and saved almost all of her friends. She still didn't want him though, she wanted someone else.
He was alone.
Alone with a psycho.
He sighed, he was surprised at how depressed his thoughts were turning but he couldn't help them. Julian never lost himself over a game. He would regroup and find someone new but some how this time it was different. Julian was tired, completely tired of not winning and getting nothing out of it, or winning and still getting absolutely nothing out of it. He almost thought of giving up the game but no, he could not do that. He could not do that at all. The Game was what he lived by, what he thrived by, there was no way he could give up the game and do something else with his life it was, who he was.
Immie had broken his thoughts by trying to get him to let her see the weapons but he had thought she was being ridiculous because of the mere fact that he was not going to let her in her drunken state handle any sharp objects. She could barely handle herself. He acted like an ass, saying that she might cut his face and then he would be very cross and then she pouted at him, saying that he didn't have to be mean and he rolled his eyes.
"Yes...I do."He didn't have to be mean? He was mean. Julian was mean, and that was really all there was to it. He wasn't going to stop being mean just because she was drunk and could barely hold her head up. He sighed, his aggravation didn't have anything to do with her. It had to do with the fact that he was aggravated in general with his life and it was not clear to him how he was going to be able to fix it. If he would be able to fix it at all that is, he sighed at the thought. He needed to do something or he was going to scream.
He wasn't sure what made him do it, but he decided that he was going to let her see one of the weapons. He picked one of them up off the wall and walked it over to her, letting her hold it. He knew that she was going to drop it. He wasn't sure she would have been able to hold it up if she was actually sober but he didn't care much, maybe if she got to hold the damn thing she would shut up and just let him wallow in his own misery.
She took it from him and she thanked him in french and he rolled his eyes. Sure, he knew what she was saying but that didn't mean it still didn't annoy him. He watched her try and hold it, and that was when it happened.
She dropped the Axe and sliced open her arm and the scent of her blood hit the air. He took a deep breath, breathing it in and then just walking casually back over to her.
"Perhaps next time you will listen to me when I tell you that maybe you shouldn't get to touch the weapons."He didn't say it in any particular tone of voice, he simply lifted her arm and looked at it as blood pooled by the cut, it wasn't deep and it wouldn't cause her any lasting harm but Julian found it to be interesting to look at. He took one finger and stroked it over the cut, he wasn't sure if it was going to hurt her, but he wasn't focused on that. He was more focused on the blood that was now on his fingers.
Without letting go of her arm, he sat by her and then licked the fingers. The blood had a certain tang and felt slightly weird on his tongue. He liked it though, Julian loved the taste of blood. He looked back at her arm and debated taking a little bit more. Still he though, sitting her wiping her blood off with his fingers and then beginning to eat it was a bit odd, perhaps he should wait for her permission.
For the first time in a few minutes, he smirked a little. Permission, what exactly was she going to say? She would probably wine about how it hurt or some nonsense, so there was nothing wrong taking a little blood from it, was there? He didn't think so.
Words: 1002
Muse: Epic
Notes: Don't ask me, he's crazy lol
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Imara Sophia Deveroux
Crimson Vampire
The Psycho Princess
played by reesa [/size][/i][/center]
The Physical Embodiment of Insanity
Posts: 17
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Post by Imara Sophia Deveroux on Feb 13, 2013 18:58:49 GMT -5
The room was spinning. Spinning, spinning, spinning. She giggled. How silly. It was whirling and swirling and dipping and spinning, yes, yes it was! She giggled and watched it spin. How distracting. She tried to focus on Julian’s form across the room. When had he gotten across the room? Oh, probably after he had dumped her here to sit, which had surprised her. It had surprised her that he had carried her at all, really. Usually he was the type to let her lay there on the floor, yes, yes he was. But apparently not today for some reason.
How silly.
She supposed she shouldn’t have eaten the wobbly man, because now she was wobbly and she wasn’t entirely sure how she felt about this. She couldn’t seem to keep her thoughts straight more than usual and she kept giggling mor than usual and it was a tad bit silly. But fun. So she wasn’t sure how she felt about this, no, no she wasn’t. How silly. She giggled again, bopping about on the couch where Julian had left her to sit on her own.
The reason drinking blood from a drunk man had gotten her drunk was likely because she was such a lightweight. She was tiny, and she really didn’t have a limit at all when it came to alcohol. She was a lightweight in every sense of the word. Another vamp would likely just get buzzed off it but not her. No, she got full blown drunk and ended up having to be carried up the stairs because she couldn’t figure out how to use her legs. She giggled, remembering that again. But at least her hallucinations hadn’t kicked in. Not hard core anyway. She had seen her mother, this was true. But that was just one! That was practically normal for her.
Julian brought her back down to earth, or at least as close to earth as the physical embodiment of insanity ever got, and she huffed at his words. And pouted. And crossed her arms like a child. She knew he hated childish things and, quite frankly, she often played up this part of her personality around him on purpose because it amused her to bother him. It was like speaking French, it wasn’t her fault he didn’t understand what she was saying! She was just amused to speak her own language, nothing more, of course of course.
He said that he did have to be mean, basically, and she pouted more, eventually proceeding to stick her tongue out at him like the child she often acted like. And it was more than worse now that she was drunk. Now it was really amplified. Really, she should just never be allowed to touch alcohol, it was a bad idea all around. She could not handle it. At all. If what was happening right now was any indication of this fact. Or at least, it was a prime example of why.
But it was a grin, rather than a pout, that replaced the expression upon her lips when he turned around with an ax. It was so pretty and she quite honestly approved. Then again, she was a sadist so was this really surprising? She enjoyed weapons, she thought they were pretty. Which was sort of odd being that she often dressed like a little girl but what could she say, mentally Immie had snapped a long time ago and there didn’t seem to be any signs of her going back to the sweet little girl she had once been any time soon. She didn’t blame herself for her transformation, she blamed others.
But of course, while Immie could have certainly handled the heavy thing had she been sober—she was a Crimson after all, she could pull her own weight despite being so tiny—she was currently not. She was drunk. So when it was left in her hands, she immediately nearly dropped the pretty thing. And proceeded to accidently slice into her own arm, like the brilliant little thing she currently was. She hadn’t felt the sting of pain yet, which was probably why she was just blinking at it rather than shrieking.
Immie didn’t like pain when it was caused to herself. She liked causing it in others.
He walked back over to her and she blinked up at him, before her attention was once more diverted to her own blood that was pooling slightly in the wound she had caused in her arm. She didn’t like seeing her own blood, no, no she didn’t. She didn’t at all. This had to go away now. It was starting to hurt. She whined. She didn’t like pain when it was being caused to herself, she wante dit to stop. Now. Please?
He had spoken but she didn’t hear it. That happened with her often, she would zone into her own little world at the best of times and entirel miss what he had to say. It was why he had to repeat himself often around her, yes, yes it was. She didn’t mean to but right now she figured she had a valid reason for entirely zoning him out even though she was pretty sure he wouldn’t agree with her on that. At all. He never really did but that wasn’t her focus right now. Her focus right now was her own blood. On her arm.
He lifted her arm and she blinked up at him once more, whining again. She didn’t liiiike this, at all. Not one bit. He stroked his finger along the cut and she blinked and shifted uncomfortably, about five seconds from shrieking like a child. ”Juliaaaaaaaan that hurts” she whined, and tugged at her hand, wanting it back from him even as he sat by her.
He drank her blood and that bothered her for some reason, she pouted and tugged at her arm again. ”I do not like other people taking from me, I take from other people, no” she whined and pouted. She didn’t approve.
Words: 1008
Muse: Okay
Comments: She's insane.
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Julian Kale
Onyx Vampire
The Shadow Man
played by seph [/size][/i][/center]
Posts: 12
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Post by Julian Kale on Mar 12, 2013 21:48:06 GMT -5
Julian was sitting down in a small room. He was only about ten years old and his parents had bought him brand new action figured. Julian had never really liked action figures all that much. His parents had kept buying them though. It was part of a normal boys growing up. Julian though was not a normal boy. He knew that, he had known that from even before he was ten. He had known but he had done nothing about it. He sat in the corner now, holding the action figure in his hand. He ripped the head from the body and examined the inside of it.
There was nothing in the body and it disappointed him. How come toys weren't made like real people? How come toys didn't have the pretty stuff inside of them like other people did? How come toys didn't bleed? He would have liked it if it would. He would have liked it if the toys bled just like people did when he hurt them. He did that a lot. He hurt the kids at school. He hurt other kids even when he wasn't at school. Julian knew that it was bad, but it made him feel good.
He wanted to tell his parents that he wanted them to bring him more toys that had blood. He wanted to tell them that how much he wanted to hurt everyone all the time. He wanted to tell them it all, but he didn't think it would be a good idea. Julian knew that the things that he did were wrong, he knew that normal people didn't want to do those things, but Julian....Julian just was not normal
Julian blinked. He wasn't sure why that memory had popped up in his head as he stood in his weapons room with his psychotic partner. Julian very rarely thought of things that happened when he was child. He never figured there was a point. It was all a lie anyway. Oh sure, he had been a kid like everyone else. It was different though. Julian had been adopted. His parents, or apparently not, were liars. He didn't like that. It had hurt him so much. Not that he would admit to that. He had killed them either way so it wasn't as if they were a problem anymore...
He shook his head and looked around his weapons room. Here he was years later. Here he was in his own home, with no one to keep him company but a psycho. He shook his head, letting Immie giggle to herself and shook his head.
He was so lost in his thoughts at the moment. He wasn't sure what to do, he needed to do something and do something fast. He needed to relax himself. He needed to not relax himself. He didn't really know what to do. He had more pressing problems at hand though rather than focusing on his lack of brain function.
He had given Immie an Ax and she had proceeded to cut herself. He knew that was going to happen. He knew very well that she was going to because of the fact that she was entirely drunk. He had given it to her anyway though because it stopped her from whining about he wouldn't let her touch the weapons so he had gone over and given to her. Now he was kind of regretting that being that she was whining about being hurt.
He had walked over to her and took her arm and looked down at it. He had studied it and had ignored her complaints about how it hurt her and he had instead licked it. He liked the taste of blood. He was in fact a vampire after all.
She pouted and tugged her arm, she didn't want him to drink from her and Julian found it peculiar. She didn't think that anyone should drink from her and she should be the one who does it all the time? Who was she? He was amused by her indignation. So he did not let go of her arm.
"You know...you are not the only one who likes to drink blood. I like to drink blood. I like to drink lots of blood and what if I happen to think that yours suits me?"he grinned a little bit and licked her arm again, he licked a little longer this time because well, he wanted to piss her off. He wanted to see what she would do if he kept licking the blood off of her.
Why? Because it was something for Julian to do. He needed this, he needed something to do because it distracted him from his thoughts. This was going to help him feel better. This odd little game was going to help him feel like himself. Sure, it wasn't the most normal thing to do, but then again Julian had never ever been normal.
Words: 824
Muse: Okaay
Notes: He is so weird
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Imara Sophia Deveroux
Crimson Vampire
The Psycho Princess
played by reesa [/size][/i][/center]
The Physical Embodiment of Insanity
Posts: 17
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Post by Imara Sophia Deveroux on Mar 14, 2013 18:45:36 GMT -5
Oh Immie didn’t know how she felt about being wobbly! On one hand it was sort of amusing for her. She felt like the world was spinning and everything to her was more than a little bit funny. But at the same time she had had to be carried by Julian! And that wasn’t okay, she didn’t need to be carried, she wasn’t a little girl, no, no she wasn’t!
Okay, so she was. But not in the mental sense! Okay, so maybe a little bit. But still! She could walk just fine on her own, she didn’t need him to carry her and help her. She could do that just fine on her own. If she could kill and torture and maim she could walk up the stairs. That thought made her giggle quite madly, flopping back against the couch. She thought that was such a silly thing to say. Or think rather. Most people wouldn’t think about killing in juxtaposition to being able to walk up stairs but Immie was most certainly not most people. She had a weird thought process.
It went from thinking about things like her games and her playmates which was often a very bloody subject, not the thing that most people would go around thinking about. To thinking about dolls and princesses and dress and… oh… true love. She loved that concept. It was wonderful. She sighed wistfully. Such a wonderful thing. She had grown up reading fairytales on a French villa, of course she thought about wonderful fantasies and fairy tales. It was just wonderful. But it meant that her head was often a very odd and split place to be indeed.
But she was sitting on the couch, pouting about wanting to play and Julian was telling her that she couldn’t and that made her very cross indeed! She wanted to play. She never got to play with Julian’s things, she was usually off playing with her own. So now that he had put her in here, she most certainly wanted to see what he had and play! It was just no fair. And so she pouted, and eventually he did indeed hand her something to play with. An ax, to be exact, which was something silly to give a drunk girl to be honest, so silly indeed, because she was not in the right state to hold it. If she had been in the right state she would have accused him of knowing that and doing it on purpose for his own amusement.
Of course he had.
At any rate, her actually managing to hold the ax upright as he had handed it to her did not last for too much longer than a few seconds, the amount of time it took him to let go and stand back in fact. And then it was dropping and slashing open her arm and she was blinking at the wound because it hadn’t yet begun to sting her so she could just blink at it.
She had dropped the ax, but she didn’t even really notice. Sh ehadn’t even heard him when he had spoke when he came over to her, she was too focused on the fact that in a moment she was going tos tart freaking out because she had hurt herself. Immie didn’t get hurt, after all, she hurt others, yes, yes she did. She didn’t get hurt. She didn’t like getting hurt. It wasn’t okay. It wasn’t okay at all and she didn’t like it! No, no she really didn’t.
So was it really any surprise that when he took her arm and wiped off the blood she started to whine and tug at it, trying to get it back? Immie was like a child mentally more often than not. She was not sane, not in the slightest sense, though she had been before she had died. Before she had died she had been a somber little creature who had been focused on revenge and that was that. Now she was an insane little girl with a penchant for torture—though she had had that since coming to America—who often got distracted more often than she focused on revenge.
She tugged at her arm, trying to get it back from him, but he was an onyx and she was a crimson. It was weird for Immie. She was used to being able to get her way physically, even though she was a tiny little thing, because she often did not go up against Onyx vampires. So this happening was just plain not okay. Not okay at all.
”Non! No it does not, Julian, not at all!” she pouted, answering him when he said that her blood suited him. She whined when he licked her arm and tugged hard again. She knew that his saliva would close up the wound, subconsciously, but that wasn’t really what she was focused on. He was licking her blood and she didn’t like that! She was the crimson, she licked the blood not him. ”Julian, let go!” she said, loudly, angry that he was doing this. It was not okay, no, no it was not okay at all. And being that she was still drunk, she wasn’t really all there. So it was even weirder for her that this was going on.
Words: 901
Muse: Okay
Comments ahhhhh they're strange
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Julian Kale
Onyx Vampire
The Shadow Man
played by seph [/size][/i][/center]
Posts: 12
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Post by Julian Kale on Apr 2, 2013 21:59:38 GMT -5
Julian had found himself alone in his home with his psycho partner and any time this happened he wondered why he kept the girl around. She was a nuisance most of the time. He could barely let her out of the house without her getting locked up and having to go get her, if it wasn't for his games and the need to make his affinity stronger, he would literally have no use for her. He had no game going on currently because he had yet to find another innocent one for it to work out nicely so he was wondering why she was here. Sure, she lived there with him but there were so many moments when he wished that she only came to stay there when a game was actually going on because she tended to make things difficult, and just plain aggravating. Like now for instance, not that it was difficult exactly but it was just plain annoying really.
Immie had come drunk because she had decided to randomly drink from a man who was drunk. Apparently she hadn't know that because who the hell knows what goes on in that mind of hers, but either way she hadn't known and had wobbled her way home in a drunken stupor. Julian now had to worry about what happened to this man, for all he knew Immie could have left him out in the open because he drunk mind was thinking straight, or as close to straight as her mind ever actually went that was. Which wasn't very close and he knew this because he interacted with her day after day, after day.
He could kick her out but he needed her. He also felt an odd reluctant sort of protectiveness over her, he wasn't sure when it happened but at some point he stopped thinking of her as just the nuisance and as the nuisance that was also his responsibility. So he had to take care of her, whether she pissed him off or not. Which she did, all the time.
Either way she had come in and he had picked her up and brought her up the stairs so that he could figure out something fun for her drunk mind to do, so far it hadn't been going that well. He didn't find anything fun really, he had just led them into his weapons room and promptly dropped her on the couch.
He had just gone into revelry then, he kept thinking about the past and he kept thinking about all of the random things that had been bothering him lately and it was so much for his brain. He needed to be distracted from it all but it wasn't working out so well. He just kept thinking and thinking, that was something Immie was good at that. It was hard to think about all the crazy things going on in his mind when she was sitting there whining about random things.
She had wanted to touch the weapons and he had thought it was a bad idea but he decided to do it anyway. He had given her a small ax and it had turned out just how he thought that it would go. She had ended up cutting herself. Julian knew that was going to happen, how could it not happen? She was nuts on a normal basis but now that she was drunk it had to be worse, he knew that it would be. He had shaken his head and went and took her arm where the cut was and licked it and the reaction he got had actually made him happy.
Mostly because it had made her mad. He loved doing that, he absolutely loved making anyone mad really but doing it to her while she was drunk was kind of the icing on the cake. So he had decided that he was going to doing it again, this time he had suggested that what if he liked her blood and then just continued to lick her arm a little longer this time and she freaked out at him. She just kept saying no and trying to break free but he was stronger than she was and he found amusing to just hold her arm there, Finally she asked him to let go and he simply threw her own arm at her, grinning the whole time
He mimicked her "Julian Let go..please, you are so strange. I could do whatever I wanted and you wouldn't be able to fight, so If I wanted to drink from your arm then I would. What exactly are you going to do about it?he was grinning though, smirking and looking at her. He was amused by her anger, he was hoping to actually unleash some more.
He picked her arm up again once more and licked it once more and then grinned over at her as he dropped it. He wanted to see what she was going to do about it, what could she do? This was how he was amusing himself now. He needed to do this to escape all of the monotony of not having a game and just being at the house. Whether she liked it or not she was part of his little game now.
Words; 883
Muse: good
Notes: So odd.
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Imara Sophia Deveroux
Crimson Vampire
The Psycho Princess
played by reesa [/size][/i][/center]
The Physical Embodiment of Insanity
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Post by Imara Sophia Deveroux on Apr 6, 2013 17:55:21 GMT -5
Immie was feeling all wobbly. Now, most of the time she felt that way anyway because she just couldn’t help it, she was just a tad bit out of sorts and her mind didn’t work the way most other people’s did. This could be because she was constantly in a feral state of mind, unlike other Crimsons who eventually snapped out of it, and dying had also triggered the slight Schizophrenia that now plagued her. This was the most likely reason being that when she had been an Azure, she had been quite sane, quite cold and quite focused on her revenge.
Oh yeah, when she had first gotten into the Academy her mind had been focused on nothing less than getting revenge on those that had slaughtered her family. She made no friends, she didn’t care. She just wanted to get back at those who had ruined her life. In a way, she was more like Julian than the girl she now was. But now, well now she was more tha a little bit insane and it was hard to see how that could possibly change any time soon. She had lost that girl to her feral side.
She wondered, in her rare clear moments, if she was to work hard to stop being so feral if she would get that full clarity back ever again. She wasn’t sure she wanted it. Paired with her new psychotic tendencies, it seemed like her insanity was what protected her mind, rather than what inhibited it. SO she was going to stick to her insanity, yes, yes she was. Besides, she had Julian to look out ofr her when going crazy got her in more than a little bit of trouble. As it often did, to be honest.
She had been carried up the stairs to Julian’s weapons room when she had stumbled home drunk, giggling all the way, and that was where she had been since. She hadn’t realized she was drunk though! She had just eaten a wobbly man and it had made her feel all wobbly because of it. Which didn’t make her very happy, or did it? She was giggling the whole while but she couldn’t seem to figure out what was so funny. It just felt like everything was funny and she couldn’t figure out how to move her feet! When she fell she couldn’t figure out how to stand up! How silly.
She had pouted until he had given her an ax. Which was really not a good idea given that she was drunk and giggly, but she wanted it anyway! She had pouted and huffed until he had given it to her to look at. The only problem was that the moment it wa sin her hands and he let go of his, it had dropped and slashed open her arm. Which didn’t really hit her right away because she just blinked at it first, it hadn’t hurt her just yet. But she was prone to shrieking when hurt. She liked inflicting pain, she hated getting pain inflicted on her.
He grabbed her arm and licked it and she had gotten mad. Really mad. And had pouted and told him that he wasn’t allowed to do that. He wasn’t allowed to drink her blood, she was the Crimson so she was the one who drank other people’s blood! She huffed and pouted but he didn’t stop! She hated that he was stronger than her when she had been so used to being so strong for her size. She tugged and huffed but he wouldn’t let go, he just held on.
Eventually he let go, throwing her arm at her and being that she was so unbalanced and drunk she blinked and fell back against the couch, entirely confused as to how that had happened. She blinked up at him, entirely insulted that he would cause that to happen to her and entirely unsure on just how it had happened. How had her arm caused her to go backwards? How silly! She nearly wanted to giggle about it.
But she didn’t, because she was still mad at Julian. Even though she really wanted to giggle. It was a weird feeling! She just sort of forgot about being mad and giggled instead. Silly, silly.
She huffed at Julian again, at what he said about her not being able to do anything about, and she kicked out with her high platformed shoes in his general direction but being that she wasn’t entirely sure which way was up right now, it was an entirely pitiful miss. But she had tried! He grabbed her arm again and licked it again and she snarled, quite literally snarled, at him. Before sitting up again and getting totally in his face. If she was sober she would have threatened him with the knife hidden at the small of her back but she wasn’t.
So instead she slurred an answer. ”Non! You do not lick me. Non, non. No more licking! Or I will lick you!” she exclaimed, sticking out her tongue at him as is to prove that she would indeed do it. Mostly she just was sticking her tongue out in his face, she wasn’t that threatening being that she was a tiny drunk girl. But she thought that she was! And most others did which fed into this.
Words: 897
Muse: Good
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