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Post by Koops on Apr 19, 2009 21:53:57 GMT -5
Vess nodded and wiped his wrist off with a pocket handerkerchief and grinned a little. "Go find a room that's empty to sleep in for the night, you don't have to go to bed just yet though, just grab yourself a room." He said and patted her on the hed gently before turning and walking down the hall to go to the library and sit with Creed for a while.
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Post by Milk on Apr 19, 2009 22:02:16 GMT -5
Lilly stiffened at the contacted, but she still moved and went to find a room on her own.
Xavier knocked on the door to test its sturdiness, then stepped inside once he saw it stayed up. He was still oblivious to people living there, until he realized that all the smells outside were inside as well. Aw, fuck! he thought and waited for someone to hassle him for intruding.
Caryssa moved through the darkened woods slowly. She was from out of town, on a group camping trip. However, she was a bit...Lost from the group of other high-school biology students. The seventeen year old stumbled in the dark, her golden-brown eyes flickered every which way at noises. She paused by a tree, exhaling slowly. She ran a hand through her brown hair, frowning worriedly. I'll...I'll find something out here...I hope. Maybe someone. She picked up on her pace again, listening silently.
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Post by Koops on Apr 19, 2009 22:11:10 GMT -5
Wheeler walked into the front entrance way from a side door and halted, staring at Xavier, his eyes narrowing a little before relaxing into their usual sad look again. "Another visitor..." He whispered softly and sighed, looking away and slowly walking over to the stairs and making his way up. "Make yourelf at home." He called over his shoulder, his voice having a tormented tone to it.
Requiem just so happened to have smelt Caryssa from where he was in the mansion, so what he did was he teleported himself out of the mansion and into the forest, hiding himself in the shadows. All of these weaklings coming to my territory, how annoying... First a gargoyle, then three vampires, then a hybrid, and now a human. So many unwanted visitors. He thought darkly, his eyes narrowing at Caryssa harshly, but he stayed back in the ark, not wanting to be seen.
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Post by Milk on Apr 19, 2009 22:15:14 GMT -5
Xavier stiffened slightly at the depressed male. "Um, I have a trailer out front. May I speak to the owner of this...estate?" he asked, shifted in his posture out of discomfort. He had not expected there to be a houseful of people here.
Caryssa stumbled in the dark and let out a squeal of surprise, then stood and dusted herself off. She looked at her knee which stung now. She pressed two fingers to it and hissed, and then brought it up to her nose and sniffed. She was bleeding. Not badly, but enough to make her leg sting. She continued walking until she heard voices. Following them, the mansion came into view. She looked up at the enormous thing and gaped, then cheered happily. "Yes! There are people living here!" she cheered and ran to the front and knocked.
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Post by Koops on Apr 19, 2009 22:41:47 GMT -5
He stilled again and looked over his shoulder at Xavier, a frown on his lips and an even sadder look in his eyes. "They're in the library, but you wouldn't know where that ws, would you? I'll show you where they are..." Wheeler spoke quietly and looked away again, waiting patiently for Xavier tocome upstairs, he heard a knock at the door but ignored it.
Requiem smelt the blood and shivered, he wanted to drink it so badly, but he had packets of blood in the mansion he was suposed to drink. He bared his fangs when she knocked on the mansion door and he teleported himself behind her, grasping onto her upper arm harshly and pushing her out of the way and then flinging the mansion door wide open. The vampire looked down at the human, his eyes dark and angry, "You need help, correct? Get inside." Requiem shoved her in before she could respond and then moved into building right afterward and slammed the door shut behind him.
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Post by Milk on Apr 19, 2009 22:53:19 GMT -5
Xavier nodded and followed hesitantly. "Um...Are you okay dude?" he asked, noting the incredibly depressed tone to the man. "You...Kinda sound like you, and god help me as I say this, but you look like you need a hug." He seldom used Nimhs' language, so it was very weird hearing himself say it to a stranger.
Caryssa screamed in surprise as she was flung out of the way, heart pounding harshly. She calmed down slightly only to shiver at the angry man. "Jesus..." she whispered as she was shoved inside, giving another startled yelp. "Goddamnit, I need help but you don't have to be pushy about it!" she snapped at him, brown eyes glaring up at his. In the light, one would see the seventeen year old. She was of average height with long, wavy locks pulled back into one pony that had gotten sloppy from wandering around for help for hours. She wore muddy camping jeans that had a fresh red stain and hole on her left knee, the sign of her recent fall. It was a lot worse than she'd first thought. She was definitely slim underneath her plaid shirt, with B-36 sized breasts and a perfect ass. Her lips were full and had a red tint to them.
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Post by Koops on Apr 19, 2009 23:02:44 GMT -5
Once Xavier was close enough to where Wheeler was he stated to walk, leading the hybrid upstairs and down a hall to where the library was. "I don't need a hug... I'm fine." Wheeler responded just as sadly and quietly as before, he was used to his emotions, this was normal for him.
Shock slammed into Requiem and his breath caught, his eyes wide. "Pushy?" He growled and grabbed her by the collar of her shirt, lifting her from the ground and glaring ferally into her eyes. "I don't give a rats fucking ass if you don't want me to be pushy or not, don't be so fuching bitchy if you want help, idotic human." Requiem threw her onto the ground and bared his fangs at her. "Don't screw around with me, woman."
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Post by Milk on Apr 19, 2009 23:05:39 GMT -5
Xavier nodded but still looked very concerned. "If you say so," he mumbled as they walked towards the library. He wondered who owned this, and prayed it was a happy guy.
Caryssa glared at him, even though she now ached in her back. She looked away and stood, scratching her arm and wishing someone who didn't have a stick shoved far up his ass would come and help her out...Maybe give her a phone to call her folks and give her a ride downtown to the airport.
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Post by Koops on Apr 19, 2009 23:14:37 GMT -5
Wheeler took him to the library and opened the door, walking inside and leading Xavier in. Sidhe, Creed, and Vess were all in the room, sitting on a different piece of furniture, just relaxing. "Vess, this visitor and another visitor are here... Requiem is downstairs with the other one, I think he's bringing her up." He murmured out and sighed, depression floating seeping out of him. Vess grinned happily at Xavier and waved him over to have a seat. "Hello, i'm the owner! You need to ask me something young man?" He asked warmly and tilted his head to the side a little in curiousity.
Requiem thought he was barave, he wouldn't admit it out loud, but inwardly he thought she was a very brave young human woman, standing up to him like that was something not many did. He sucked in a deep, low breath and grabbed her arm, yanking her up the stairs roughly and very impatiently. "Tell me your name, now." He snapped darkly as he rushed through the hallways.
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Post by Milk on Apr 19, 2009 23:20:48 GMT -5
Xavier blinked and looked around the room. He cleared his throat and spoke. "I wasn't aware anyone lived here, so I was going to fix this place up. Now that I know, I'd like to ask your permission to fix this place up," he said, bowing his head out of respect, not out of habit. He only did it to ask favors and always lifted his head after a second. He looked at the pretty girl to the side, and the other male. How many resided here, he wondered?
She ground her teeth in pain as the large hand grasped her small arm too tight. "Caryssa. Caryssa Harrison," she muttered but did not ask for his name yet. For all she cared, she would call him Ass or Jerk or Pushy if he was going to continue being this rough with her and she hadn't done anything. She glanced at her knee. Wow, it was really bloody. And there was gravel in it. She grimaced and wondered how infected it could get now.
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Post by Koops on Apr 19, 2009 23:31:57 GMT -5
"You'd... like to fix the mansion up? Really? You can if you like..." Vess replied, he mentally dig a jog and smiled outwardly. "We wouldn't be able to pay you, but you could stay here anytime you'd like, or forever long you like." He said and brought his legs up onto the couch and crossed them.
He scowled and pushed her into the library once they got there and looked around, he counted how many people were in there. "Why the fuck are their so many people in here? Are we having a fucking meeting or something?" Requiem growled and crossed his arms over his chest after letting go of Caryssa. It seemed like everyone was congregating inside of the library for some reason.
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Post by Milk on Apr 19, 2009 23:37:18 GMT -5
Xavier shrugged. "I'm doing it for a hobby, so no payment is necessary. I have a trailer, but thanks for the offer, and thanks for letting me fix this place up. Mind if I expl-" he glanced at the two who entered. "Explore the mansion?"
Caryssa grunted at him and pulled her upper arm up to examine it. She was almost one-hundred percent sure it'd bruise. Asshole. She rubbed it and moved away from him, glowering still but slowly settling down and looking around the room. She got a vibe from all the people there, her human instincts saying that every person in the room now was very dangerous. She mumbled something in Italian before quieting. Caryssa was born and raised in Italy for 7 years of her life, then in England for 6, and then finally she moved to the city three towns away from Cyanide, and now was here for a field trip gone wrong. She had an accent that mixed with Italian, English, and a bit of Southern in it- her mother was from Texas.
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Post by Koops on Apr 19, 2009 23:49:10 GMT -5
Vess blinked at Requiem and then at the girl he had with him and was shocked to see that she was human, and she was alive. "Mm... Yeah, you can explore as much you like around the mansion." He responded quietly and got up from the couch, rolling his shoudlers, he could tell it was going to be very busy around the mansion.
Requiem scowled and looked away, his arms crossed over his chest very tightly. "This weak little human bitch is Caryssa, she got lost in the forest and needs help. But most humans can't care of themselves right, so obviously she needs help." He said cockily and chuckled to himself and put his hands into his pockets. Creed grinned and looked away, "Cranky vamp used to be human." The hybrid muttered under his breath and received a murderous glare.
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Post by Milk on Apr 19, 2009 23:54:07 GMT -5
Xavier quickly excused himself. If they were going to massacre the human, he didn't want to watch.
She glared at him again as he called her a bitch and weak, but it faltered as he spoke about 'humans' and 'vamps.' What were these people, cult-lovers? She backed away slightly and glanced at the door, staying silent. If this was the occult, she didn't want them touching her. In her city, Slayers reigned supreme and thus vampires and other mythical beasts were less open about their occurrence than they were in Cyanide. In fact, the story about Cyanide was only in rumors and scary stories in her town, and no one really believed that the creatures existed. Not even she. She spoke finally. "Can I uh...Get some Band-Aids and a phone?"
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Post by Koops on Apr 20, 2009 0:02:24 GMT -5
"Wheeler! Get her Band-Aids..." Requiem ordered the elemental, the white haired man quickly left the room. Vess frowned at how Requiem treated the sad man, he chook his head and looked at Caryssa. "Our phone was destroyed yesterday." Vess said, he noticed that she looked nervous and didn't seem to believe that they were creatures that weren't humans. "Uhm... You're not from the city, are you?" He asked after a few moments, Sidhe as looking at Caryssa's clothing in disdain, obviously not liking the dirtiness.
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