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| Topic Started: Monday, 31. March 2014, 05:11 (922 Views) | |
| Cid | Monday, 31. March 2014, 05:11 Post #1 |
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Agustin sat in an empty warehouse in the dead of night. Cold. The building likely wasn't derelict, but the Lunatic had made sure it was well empty before he felt safe enough to do what he intended to do. He was staring at the brand new mobile phone in his hand, trying to find the courage needed to face a situation he didn't mean to create. Why did it hurt so much? Perhaps it was only the blood bond. Such a foolish thing to do in the heat of passion. But, then again... He felt like he failed before anything had ever started. Whatever it was meant to be. And he knew that was what hurt the most. It had to be the blood bond. He had never felt this strongly about anything. Anyone. Good or bad. He shuddered to think what drinking more of her blood might have done to him. Tempting as it still is... There were two phone numbers he made sure to memorize in his head. Sawyer was one. The other, though, was of concern tonight. It had been a few weeks since he was last in her presence. And a couple weeks more since he saw her with his own mismatched eyes. It just was not right how things turned out. There was a debt owed. Gratitude, at least. He had to make sure it was settled. Moving on, just letting it be, was not possible for him. That would be just another failure. He'd be even more the piece of shit he had long suspected himself to be. No, this had to be done. He dialed the number... Slowly. If he were mortal still, his heart would be racing. There was a numbness filling him, though. A deep depression had crept into his soul. So many things, so very many things... Of all the things he wanted... Needed... What he longed for the most... He could not have. And this fleeting chance that the universe, or god/s, had dangled in front of him only proved that. It surely wasn't that he just wasn't ready, or that everyone makes mistakes... No, he simply did not deserve love. A shaking hand lifted the phone up to an ear. He stuttered. "Hello... E-Emily?" |
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| Emily Watts | Monday, 31. March 2014, 06:16 Post #2 |
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Emily sat on her little reading chair with her legs folded under her. She always read with the lights dimmed real low. It provided a nice atmosphere to read her books without the light reflecting off the horribly white pages. Tonight she found herself unable to focus. Maybe it was the lightning flickering through the windows to light up her dim room. Maybe it was the eerie silence of her apartment building cut only by the occasional sound of a puppy whimpering as if it was struck by its owner. Emily sighed putting the book down and glancing out the window. Rain pattered against the glass as some sort of grim assurance that she was truly depressed at that moment in time. Emily pondered if this sudden and intense depression was from missing Leslie. The wild Gangrel had left her this particular evening and took her cat Demon with her to the vet. Emily was alone both physically and emotionally. Oh what a relationship she was having with the wild cat though... She couldn't wait until the kitten got back to lift this heavy blanket of sorrow from her shoulders. Emily made the motion to blow a sudden strand of hair out of her eye. No breath came out though for she was not breathing. That notion alone almost brought tears to her eyes. She forcefully inhaled and blew the strand out of her eyes almost as an act of defiance. That she could be alive if she so chose. In the end it was a useless gesture witnessed only by her own lonely self and the book that lay forgotten on her lap. Again the lightning flickered causing her to squint for a few seconds, her eyes readjusting to the darkness. She could not escape this fate of undeath in any way but suicide. Emily shook her head disregarding the sentiment. Emily's mind drifted through reasons she could possibly feel upset. Was it some sort of remnant awakened by Caitlyn's recent visit? The woman had awakened feelings of loss and betrayal in her. Feelings that were nurtured by the Weave and its infinite insight. That inevitably dragged her thoughts to Agustin himself. Sawyer had said something that struck her as funny. He had asked her if Agustin was related to her. Two lost souls born on opposite ends of the world, yet so much alike. Too much alike to really get along. Emily forcefully sighed and reclined in her seat. Her relationship with Leslie hadn't earnestly started until well after her relationship with Agustin came to an assumed end. She had found his body broken and battered, but only now was Emily starting to believe that is was deeper than that. That his soul had been smashed by the unshakable guilt that may have been infidelity and murder. Two great sins for one so young and innocent. Just the thought that he could be so pressured by those feelings weighed heavily on her conscious. Was that it then? She certainly didn't love the man anymore. Those feelings had numbed just as their blood bond was beginning to wane. Those feelings had been struck down and cast aside by time and new feelings of love. Now they were consumed by a loneliness that seemed as thick as steel between the two Malkavians. Emily could feel the back of her eyes begin to burn. She had found his body broken. She had nurtured him back to health with the help of her new found friend Sawyer. She had bought him a new phone. All these things seemed spurned because one day she came home to empty shackles. The expensive phone lay on the floor abandoned. The contact that she had spent so much time thinking of a name for was ignored. The contact named "Call Me ;)" with Emily's number as the one that would be called would never be used. The gesture was wasted. Where was Agustin?! How was he? Was he even alive anymore? Or had he simply gone off and seen the next sunrise somewhere far away from the dredges of useless London society? These were all questions left unanswered. Emily glanced at her phone. If only she could call him... Then suddenly as if a benevolent gift, the phone began to ring. It was a number she didn't recognize. On any normal night Emily would have ignored this call. She usually wasn't interested in picking up her phone for telemarketers or people who called the wrong number. Tonight was different though. Maybe it was the Madness Network giving an unspoken command. Regardless, Emily picked up her phone and brought it to her ear. As some form of odd poetic justice, the phone was the same one that Agustin would be calling her on had he accepted it... "Hello?" Emily asked quietly into the phone. Her voice was little more than a whisper. As if she was afraid to scare the caller. Hello, greeted her back. As if delivered to her by fate, the stuttering voice a welcome treat. He was alive at the very least. "Agustin? Hey!" Emily said her voice a little excited, but still quiet, still in fear of scaring the caller. "How are you? Are you okay?" The questions were fast and sudden, but deathly quiet. |
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| Cid | Monday, 31. March 2014, 06:37 Post #3 |
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It was odd to hear her voice after what seemed like so long. At once like a hot knife in his belly and sweet succor to his ears. It took him a moment to find his thoughts again. "Hey. Yeah, I'm okay. Thanks." He answered in the same hushed tone she gave him. Then he asked back, finding more volume with sincere concern. "How are you, then..?" |
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| Emily Watts | Monday, 31. March 2014, 07:01 Post #4 |
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"Yeah I am fine," Emily returned with the same sincere concern, "Seriously where have you been? I thought you could have been like, dead or something. Why did you run off like that?" She wanted to ask a whole bunch more questions, but they were sticking in her throat. Some would never get unstuck from there. |
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| Cid | Monday, 31. March 2014, 07:24 Post #5 |
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"Good, good." He sounded almost relieved for a moment before she started asking real questions. They caught him slightly off guard. He hadn't thought to be answering questions. They only reminded him of his fuck-ups. "I- I've been around." Is what he managed. Idiot. That's not a good answer. She deserves better. "I left because I-, uh, I had already fucked up so much. I was ashamed. I don't want to be anyone's burden." It hurt to just say that word. He knew what it was like to be burdened by another. His family had more than it's fair share of such. He didn't want that pressure on anyone. Especially not her. "I'm sorry... You must hate me..." He was barely audible, just beginning to choke back tears. She could most likely tell from his voice that he believed what he was saying. |
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| Emily Watts | Monday, 31. March 2014, 07:36 Post #6 |
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Emily raised an eyebrow at his responses. They were a bit strange. He had seemed relieved, but then caught off guard by her sudden questions. It had been so long since she had heard from him how could she not have a bit of concern? Around? That wasn't very useful, but if he didn't want to say anything... Well, that was his decision and she wouldn't press him too much. A burden? The emotional weight he put into that single word pressed down on her. Perhaps the Madness Network connecting them for brief moments? He even sounded completely crushed. As if he would be content living under a rock and staying hidden from people's view for the rest of his life. "Hey, what the hell are you talking about?" Emily demanded. Her voice cracked for a second in the middle of the sentence. "I don't hate you! Sure you were annoying for like a day when I had to go into that nasty house, but besides that you haven't bothered me." That may have been a bit of a stretch. The tear in her lifeless heart had since been sealed with a lick from Leslie. The tear of suspected and never proven betrayal. "Don't sell yourself short. I have been worried about you and I am sure Sawyer is pretty worried too." She was getting a bit louder throughout the conversation. She was also very animated making tons of physical gestures. Those of course were lost on her cold, bleak, and lifeless room. |
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| Cid | Monday, 31. March 2014, 07:54 Post #7 |
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She's lying. Everyone hates you. Especially her... "You don't have to pity me, Emily. I know I'm a mistake." In so many ways. Every way. He didn't need to hear Sawyer's name dropped. The big Nossie brother-figure, for whom Agustin felt immense gratitude and jealousy all the same. It stung at his heart. One more person to disappoint. Agustin could almost hear her gestures through the phone. "It's just... I wanted to say sorry. And make sure I didn't cause you too much trouble." Oh, and he wanted to hear her sweet voice, and he knew she would lie to him and say he hadn't fucked up as much as he really did. But he knew better. He just didn't know if he actually loved her yet or if it was just the bond making his blood burn for her. Either way, he had it bad... |
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| Emily Watts | Monday, 31. March 2014, 08:07 Post #8 |
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What the fuck was he talking about now? Emily was starting to become pretty confused. Was he a mistake? Why the hell would she know or care about that? "So what if you were a mistake. You don't get to choose the way you are born," Emily stated clearly misinterpreting his statement. "and no, you caused me some discomfort. Some very bad discomfort. I still don't understand why you are hiding though. I definitely wouldn't have picked up your filthy, germ infested body, from that germ infested house, and almost go feral because of my OCD if I didn't want you around. That is a big deal for me to have done something like that. So stop feeling so worthless. If you were worthless you would still be lying in that house unconscious." |
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| Cid | Monday, 31. March 2014, 08:23 Post #9 |
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Agustin was also confused by the other side of the conversation. It was as if the two Malkavians were talking about completely different things. Would it help clear things up, show her why he was right and wrong at the same time on different levels, to tell her just how much he had fucked up? Confirm her whispered suspicions? Was it worth it? It can't hurt her that much... Agustin isn't worth hurting over, that's for sure. There's a pretty obvious reason why someone would inconvenience and discomfort themselves, go out of their way, to help someone like Agustin. Pity. So they could feel better about themselves. To help a poor wretch like him... It proves that you're better than them to lift them up out of the refuse. There's no arguing that. Emily is better than 'Layo. "It's not just that..." He had to force the words out. He sounded just the beginnings of hoarseness. "I made a promise, even if you didn't think it serious. I broke that promise, I abandoned you. Because I was ashamed of myself. I'm unloyal." That's not a word, you idiot! Disloyal! Disloyal! "I understand if you hate me. I won't hate you back. I can't." At least, he hoped so... |
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| Emily Watts | Monday, 31. March 2014, 08:33 Post #10 |
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Emily slapped her forehead. She really didn't know what he was talking about now. What the hell else was there? Ashamed of himself? Unloyal? Emily just scratched at her head. What promise was he talking about right now? It had been a while since the two of them had even talked. From her point of view it seemed like he was beating himself up over nothing. "What the hell are you talking about?" Emily finally asked. There was a hint of trepidation in her voice. |
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| Cid | Monday, 31. March 2014, 08:44 Post #11 |
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Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. This was a bad idea. There's no closure in sight. Just more confusion. He wasn't sure he remembered his own words right anymore... What kinda fucking promise was 'I promise to stay with you'? That's like something you promise a small child so they don't get scared at a damn amusement park. That's some promise-ring retard shite right there, boy. 'Layo, you gods-damned fucking idiot. "Nothing. Nevermind." He countered. "I'm sorry." He almost went to hang up. But he didn't want to. Not really. Her voice was just too sweet, even when it filled him with self-hatred. "I don't know how to say it..." There was an utter fuck-ton of trepidation in his voice. "I- I want you... But I can't have you... Can I..?" |
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| Emily Watts | Monday, 31. March 2014, 09:00 Post #12 |
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Upon hearing Agustin's last words, the meaning of this entire conversation suddenly came into her line of sight. It was fairly obvious why she hadn't seen or heard from him in so long. For some reason he wanted some closure with her. That was what this call was about... She wondered if she had somehow done something to piss him off. Or was he guilty about being "unloyal?" Emily wasn't sure what it was exactly that may have pushed Agustin into this dark corner he was in, but if he wanted closure she could at least give him that. Maybe open another door as well? "Look Alayo," Emily began saying his name in her unique way, "The last time I saw you was several weeks ago when you were in torpor. The last time I talked to you was weeks before even that. Needless to say if you don't communicate with your girlfriend in over a month she tends to move on... If it makes you feel less spurned, I didn't move on until you woke up from torpor and left me." Emily continued moving fast. She hoped he didn't hang up at this point. "So no, you can't have me anymore. But I don't harbor any ill will towards you," Emily stated that as the truth. The wrongs happened long enough ago that they didn't bother her very much anymore. "So I would still like to be friends and talk and stuff." |
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| Cid | Monday, 31. March 2014, 09:24 Post #13 |
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What's a month in Kindred time, anyway? She had already moved on... She blamed him, though, and that was what he was waiting to hear. He fucked up. Did that mean that what they had shared actually meant something..? Or maybe it meant that what they had shared was meaningless when it could be swept aside so easily... That's confirmation that you fucked up big-time, boy. Friends? No, that's probably not a good idea. Sure, he could try that angle. But Agustin was a jealous man. Like the God of the Hebrews. Smashing the skulls of newborn babes on jagged rocks. That kinda shite. Holy fuck, have you actually read that book? It- It's horrible... "Thanks." He said, unthinking. Grateful for some closure, no matter how painful it was. "But you were never my girlfriend. We were a one-night stand. I'm a pity fuck. With a blood bond." The pain in him was audible. Anger and hatred were subtle, yet clearly not directed outward. The stupid fuck had actually let himself get fooled into thinking there was a chance. There had to be ill will for someone, though. Jealous god, after all. There was a nagging feeling, pricking at his heart. Was there a better reason he was so negligible to her..? "You found someone else, already? Someone infinitely better, huh?" It was almost taunting the way he said it. But it wasn't directed at her. He was taunting himself now. He hated himself so for not being good enough. |
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| Emily Watts | Monday, 31. March 2014, 10:02 Post #14 |
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By this point Emily was rolling her eyes. The things he was saying were just flat out ridiculous at this point. Was it that she took his innocence? One tended to harbor a personal attachment to the one who took their virginity. Or so she had been told and unable to experience for herself. Had he been a pity fuck? No he had been a fun fuck. But if he was going to be a fucking fuck then he could go fuck himself. "Yes I have found someone better and she is really damn amazing," Emily said with a very pronounced sigh and in a very dreary, beaten voice, "If you think I wasn't your girlfriend, if you think I was a one night stand, then it must not hurt very much to find out I moved on is it? Because quite frankly I did like you. Excuse me that I didn't decide to let you overcome one of your fucking derangements to save my ass from torpor then just up and leave without saying a fucking word for several weeks." At that point Emily was just at the point where she would feed him the words he wanted to hear. "Was that what you wanted to hear me say? That you are worthless? That I pity you or some stupid shit? You are a Kindred now. The way I view our kind is there are useful vampires and useless vampires. Useful vampires mean something to you because they can help you cope with eternity and should be protected. Useless vampires don't mean shit and are a fucking waste of time. So go ahead and draw whatever conclusion you want about how I view you because obviously you know so much more about the way I think about you than I fucking do," The voice which spewed off this rant was angry. Angry about being left again. Angry about being misinterpreted. Angy about losing another friend. She didn't hang up though. She wouldn't hang up on him. She did want to be his friend. |
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| Cid | Monday, 31. March 2014, 22:11 Post #15 |
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'She'... 'She'!? Oh gods... She switched teams after Agustin... He isn't a homophobe, but that sorta thing just fucks with a boy's head. No more men for her. He played a part in ruining that whole genre for her. That sorta thing... It's, like, the best way to show you're so done with them... The rest of her words rang in his ears. He couldn't speak for a moment. He invited this pain on himself. He wanted so much to just destroy something... Conflicted. He had more to say, and now he was the one hoping she would not hang up. That's what you get, 'Layo. Steel yourself... "I'm sorry. I shouldn't feel this way, I know. It's the blood bond, y'know?" He managed out with surprising clarity. Surprising to himself, at least. There was truth in what he said. "Look, I'm no good over the phone. Let me take you out to dinner? How about 'The Muse'?" He said with a bit of hope in his tone. "I would make it up to you." It took some exertion of willpower to keep himself together, he had expected to do as much. |
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| Emily Watts | Tuesday, 1. April 2014, 00:02 Post #16 |
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Emily rubbed at her temples at Agustin's request. Now he did want to see her? What was his angle? Had she fed his self pity enough that it was satiated for now? Would it be hungry again when dinner time came around? It was hard to be sure exactly. What would Leslie think? No doubt the Gangrel had the man's scent on her nose. It was only a friend zone relationship, but Agustin was bad at phrasing it that way. Of course they would go to the Muse. There wasn't really anywhere else to go, unless the went to that lame Rose club. Emily tended to steer clear of all Roses, especially now... Leslie hadn't exactly approved of Emily's last encounter with Caitlyn after all. "Well, I will have to check with my girl," Emily said. Yeah the Gangrel had her a little whipped, "Just let me know when you wanted to do that. I will send her a text and stuff. Things should be fine." |
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| Cid | Tuesday, 1. April 2014, 00:45 Post #17 |
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"Great!" He said, almost lighting up behind the phone. He was trying to ignore the talk of the other one. Just the prospect of seeing her again made him anxious. In a good way, this time, hopefully. "Whenever is good. Your call. My treat, of course. I guess that goes without saying, actually..." He chuckled nervously. The pain, though still there, seemed to just be pushed back for the time being. The dreaded friend-zone... |
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| Emily Watts | Tuesday, 1. April 2014, 01:31 Post #18 |
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"Okay just hang on and don't mind the clicking," Emily stated which was suddenly followed by lots of clicking. Text to Leslie "I sent her a text, so we shall see. What have you been up to for the past several weeks other than being 'around'?" |
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| Cid | Tuesday, 1. April 2014, 02:47 Post #19 |
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Agustin waited quietly while Emily texted away, whatever she texted. Probably something that made him seem like an arse. "Oh, nuthin' really... Petty theft, burglary, trespassing, assault, arson. What most illegal Mexicans do, y'know..." That was half a joke. He was sure immigration laws didn't apply to vampires, but he did commit those other Kine-level crimes. He was cool with the Prince, so whatevs. Kindred impunity! He giggled, anyway. "I haven't murdered anybody in about a month, anyway. So, there's that..." |
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| Leslie | Tuesday, 1. April 2014, 09:35 Post #20 |
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The Gangrel was walking around looking for a feed after she had been to the vet with Demon when her Phone vibrated in her pocket. She read the text and thought about the name. She had seen that boy and his eyes had almost literally dropped out of his skull while perving on Leslie. He seemed harmless and Leslie would make sure the birds followed them around to keep an eye on the two. message |
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