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| Mac | Monday, 2. December 2013, 22:45 Post #101 |
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She didn't respond to Lucy's well meant, but timid "just relax" with a verbal answer, she just lifted a stained and drying hand and have the woman a thumbs up. Well, that fanger seemed so... Not fanger. She was a pretty good imitation of a person actually, great chest rhythm and blinking, movements natural and human. Once she was alone, she laid back and stared at the roof with an expression of utter dismay. If looks could kill, she would be ringing the roof down atop herself right now. Christ, what a fucked up night. Would it have been smarter to go to Church? Go banging on a door that housed THREE vampires, unannounced and bleeding everywhere? No. Toran was the right choice on that. Course, she could have gone home to do it herself. She just wasn't sure she'd manage it before passing out from blood loss. She had never been good at fishing around inside herself, despite the many occurances she'd had to practice the art form. So, she'd interrupted banging. Part of her was pissy that he was doing it at all with a gang face, but another part of her felt absolutely hypocritical thinking that way considering she went to sleep thinking about a hard banging from Doc Fanger. Still, she'd been playing this game for half her life... Toran, he was a baby. Baby to this whole fucked up world behind the veil. She began to sing slowly, quietly, eyes flickering over to the IV drip. Wow, she'd seen to much of those fuckers lately. Well, might as well? Seemed to be becoming a habit. She'd sing softly, trying to sing away her plaguing and hypocritical thoughts that made her feel even more of a shit head than she always did. "Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy? Caught in a landslide No escape from reality Open your eyes Look up to the skies and see I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy Because I'm "easy come, easy go" Little high, little low Any way the wind blows, doesn't really matter to me, to meeee..." |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Monday, 2. December 2013, 23:07 Post #102 |
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Lucy rubbed her arm with her hand, still watching him with a slight frown because he wasn't okay. He was far from it if the first thing he thought of when he saw his friend all messed up and bleeding was that he was hungry. It wasn't okay at all. "No, Toran... you're not okay" the Brujah sighed. "Three weeks huh?" she really wanted to wait, just a day or two, so he could sit down and talk with Sawyer as well and make sure, absolutely sure with himself, that it was something he was okay with. But life didn't like playing fair. And sometimes, you just had to make a choice and hope it was the right one. "Your friend needs you to pull your shit together because in a couple of hours tops, I'll be out of it for the day and won't be able to step in or help out if your self control slips" and if that happened... She really rather not think about it, because it could go wrong on so many levels it was enough to make her cringe. Lucy pushed away from the door frame, holding her hands, though partially covered by the long sleeves, out to him. "Come here..." the Brujah's voice was soft as it wasn't actually a demand, but more of a question, an offer even, as he might notice the small drops of blood that were rising to the surface of her lip from where she'd bitten down on it. |
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| Toran | Monday, 2. December 2013, 23:20 Post #103 |
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The man steps into Lucy's embrace and leans down to kiss her softly. She was right. Maybe it wasn't how she wanted it to get done, but they needed to make sure he didn't do anything stupid, not the he considered it a burden. His kiss was soft and deep and his arms slid around her to hold her in his embrace. Maybe he could have gone longer if Aguirre hadn't beaten him so thoroughly, breaking his hang, his ribs, dislocating his knee, spraining he wrist. It had taken a lot of focus to get rid of most of that before his meeting with Sawyer's boss and the others. As it was, he was lost in the salty rich taste of Lucy's mouth. Like any addict he felt euphoria flush through his system as the blood leaked in and was swallowed. He couldn't help being glad that Sawyer didn't feed him this way, but he could get used to it. Even as he felt the first silken bonds of emotion settling between himself and Lucy. The desire to keep her safe, to guard her, make sure she was OK. Not the obedience he felt for Sawyer, or the awareness of Aguirre, but something similar to love. It complimented what he already felt, but he knew that part of it would always be artificial after this, no matter how honest their relationship, and he was unable to bond her in return to keep the books balanced. He lifted his head, breaking the kiss and regarded Lucy with silver-blue eyes. He resisted the urge to declare love for her, knowing that it was the bond settling in. Licking the last of the blood off his lips he smiled softly at her. "Thank you. I know you wanted to do it differently, but you're helping me care for a friend. That means a great deal to me." He planted a kiss on her forehead and his expression hardened. "Now we'd better make sure that nobody has followed her and that we're secure here if they do come." His voice was like black iron, hard, cold and unbreakable. His silver eyes looked like chips of icebergs for a moment as he considered that invaders might come for his door. For a moment, he wasn't a civilized engineer, he was a throw back to a much darker time. "Tell her I'll be right in once I lock some doors. OK?" |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Tuesday, 3. December 2013, 00:07 Post #104 |
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She was small compared to him, having to lift herself up onto her toes to meet his lisp even when he leaned down. Her arms wrapping around his shoulders to hold him while they shared a kiss she knew would change things. The blood always changed things. But, she would hope. She would chose to hope that even though they changed, some things would stay the same. Eyes closed, she let the blood flow from her to him. The kiss lingering until their lips parted when he pulled back, though her arms remained around him a little while longer as he spoke and kissed her forehead. "Yeah, do that.. I'll check in on her" Lucy agreed, looking up at him with a smile before stealing another light kiss and slipping out of his arms to walk out of the bathroom and back to the room where Mac was currently resting. It had been a very strange night so far, enjoyable at parts, by all means, but still a strange evening with her having shown up there needing to be comforted before ending up in the shower, the bed... the whole talk about relationships before a bleeding Ghoul had come banging on the door and triggered some pretty dark desires in Toran. Then a bloody kiss that would change everything and... singing? Lucy slowed as she neared the room, her arms wrapped around herself as she listened to the voice coming from inside and found herself hesitating for a moment or two. "Hey" she tapped her knuckles on the doorframe and gave it a moment before pushing the door open and looking inside, hoping she wasn't about to get met by a bullet. "Toran's gonna go lock up some doors and do a perimeter check I think. Can I get you anything? I'm guessing you wouldn't actually want anything I made but, like, an unopened beer or something?" that was safe, right? |
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| Mac | Tuesday, 3. December 2013, 00:39 Post #105 |
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She wouldn't stop singing till Lucy was tapping at the door, staring continuously at the roof although with less murder and daggers in her gaze. She took in a short breathe, one hand back upon the gun she was clutching at her chest. Perhaps she should name it, she was growing very fond of this particular article. "Oh, I wouldn't say no to a nice bottle of vodka if Torans got one somewhere. Ain't his favorite, but I bet he keeps it around for me. If not, a beer wouldn't go unappreciated.... And my backpack." She'd not had time to scrounge for it before Toran was princess carrying her off, a memory that would forever haunt her own mental image of herself. So Toran was checking the perimeter? Well, that was smart. She'd like to say she wasn't followed, being all fleet of foot and ungodly quiet for such a behemoth of a woman... No matter her ability to sneak about in the night, she was bleeding. They could follow the scent of her for blocks no doubt. Hah, good luck getting passed Torans security system. Maybe she'd show them how the fucking fire gloves worked... Although she doubted she was followed. They may have taken off immediately after the bombed the building with grenades. When she found out who... Man... She would end them. |
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| Toran | Tuesday, 3. December 2013, 00:49 Post #106 |
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The big man opened a cupboard in the hall and drew something like a huge shotgun with a drum attached. The riot gun was simple and nonlethal. Course anything he shot with a rubber bullet the size of a soda can would likely fall down, or not, given the type of folks he had roaming around of late. Still, it would get their attention and probably slow them down. He drifted down the stairs and looked around, his door alarm hadn't gone off so he was 99% sure the downstairs was empty. Still, that 1% will fuck you every time if you don't prepare for it. Coast clear he stepped over the blood pool in the front room and ducked his head out the door. Not seeing anything he shut it and triggered the dead bolts, two by four sized steel braces that slid out one wall and sunk in the other at chest and knee height. Be a bitch to get through without a plasma torch. Or the strength of a bear. Problem is, some of these things had the strength to do it. He walked back into his shop and looked down the hatch to the ghoul box, no alarms going off there so the sewer door hadn't been opened. That was good. He knew it was good planning to have a back route out, but it also meant a second route IN, and that bugged him. Climbing back up the stairs he triggered the circular hatch at the top of the spiral staircase, a horizontal disk of steel that locked off the upper floor. Moving down the hallway he pushed a button on his huge chair and the giant TV lit up with external camera signals, video and next to it, thermal. He'd realized that was a good idea when he figured it was harder than he thought to spot vampires. Secure in his 360 degree view of the building he walked back to Mac's room, his face calm. "All clear..." He let the riot gun dangle from one large hand and shook his head. Regarding the woman now bleeding somewhat LESS on his cot. |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Tuesday, 3. December 2013, 01:08 Post #107 |
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"Vodka and backpack, gotcha" Lucy nodded before disappearing off again and once again leaving Mac to herself as she wandered off in search of alcohol. Now, she wasn't entirely sure where he kept his stash, so she would simply have a look around the place while Toran took care of things downstairs. The Brujah moving on naked feed as she started in the kitchen, which to her at least, seemed like the most logical place as vodka was best served chilled. The freezer was the first place she looked because that's where she would keep the vodka, and for once, Lady Luck was playing nice as she found a bottle stashed away. The surface covered with a thin see through layer of ice that she brushed off with the sleeve of the shirt she was wearing. Hm, Gray Goose. Yeah, she would need to buy a bottle of Swedish Absolute and stash there as well, if only because the idea made her smirk. The next thing on her list was a glass and seeing as she couldn't picture Mac the type to settle for a couple of shots, she picked one a whiskey glass instead and headed back to the room only to notice that the apartment appeared to have been sealed off from the downstairs. Okay, so he was thorough, she would give him that. "Found the vodka" the Brujah's voice said with a touch of a smile as she returned to the room, noticing the door had been already opened and Toran there. "Though if I'm gonna get the backpack you'll need to open up so I can get downstairs" she added with a glance at Toran as she slipped past him and walked over to Mac, offering her the glass before opening the bottle for her to pour her a drink. Of course though, she'd leave the bottle on the table afterwards. |
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| Mac | Tuesday, 3. December 2013, 02:39 Post #108 |
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Lucy left, being the ever compliant assistant in the bloody mischief of the evening. What was her bag then? Why was she listening to a ghoul, instead of ditching? She'd ditch, she wouldn't stick around to play Molly Maid or Naught Nurse for anyone in her own position. Course, she was a bitch and Lucy seemed rather the opposite of her own cunty temperament. Her eyes went to the slow drip of the blood bag, and she was sorely tempted to requisite a few of those vamper blood bags she'd given him. Problem with that was, she already had that dude in her. It was her last feed, doubling up on a dead guys blood bond could potentially leave her crazy and blubbering in misery. All weepy and forlorn over killing someone she loved, however fake that would be. Vamp in the gullet went immediately to the vein was sure faster than the old human process though. This process left her arm feeling strangely chilled from the cool bag of juice, where the rest of her burned with her usual feverish fury. She went back to singing bohemian rhapsody, trying to both relax and force heal herself at the same time. She was disappearing to that place at the back her mind, imagining her insides plugging up and knitting over like a Vampers could. Fangers could heal so fast it made her rather green with envy, although she didn't consider being able to heal yourself enough of a trade off for losing ones soul. Her head was somewhat cloudy, but not enough she was worried. She was no where near a state of death, her body clung to life with such tenacity she tended to imagine her own demise as something that would require epic ballads to be sung about it. Toran was announcing it was clear, and she acknowledged this with a wave of her hand and a "Yo." Then Lucy returned with the bottle and glass, pouring it out for her. She'd prop herself up on an elbow, a slight hiss as she moved and bent her torso, reaching for the glass with glittery eyes of delight. "Heavenly. Yeah, want the stitching kit in the bag. It'll be easier to get this shit knitting if I actually do some knitting first." |
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| Toran | Tuesday, 3. December 2013, 02:50 Post #109 |
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Hoisting the riot gun he nodded. "I'll get the medical kit and your backpack from down stairs." The tall muscular mechanic was on high alert. Two people he cared for deeply were in the building with him, and he had no idea if Mac might have brought danger crashing down on his head. His silver-blue eyes were hard as he drifted out the door and to the stairs. Punching the code that opened the hatch, sending it sliding back into it's recessed alcove he slipped down the stairs. Crossing his shop he stopped in the front and retrieved all the bags. Looping the straps over one thick shoulder before turning to head back. Far as he could tell nothing was heading for the shop. Maybe Mac had cleared everything. He closed the hatch once more when he got up stairs, locking it tight. He called for Lucy and slid the bags down the hall as he went into the kitchen. He pulled down a pot of water and started it boiling. Then he got out a half pound of bacon, considered it, and added another pound. Slapping them down onto a flat skillet. He checked his fridge and found a couple of eggs. Had to remind himself to go shopping again soon. Humming he carefully topped the eggs and poured the whites into a bowl, then he separated the yolks. Stirring them both he poured the yolk and white onto separate skillets and scrambled the yolk, but left the whites to fill the square skillet as a thick fluffy blanket. The last ingredient was a stack of flat bread. He sliced the whites into two sheets and laid them on the flat bread, then he scooped the scrambled yolks and dropped them onto the whites and set a thick serving of bacon in the center. Rolling the breakfast burritos he set them on a tray to take to Mac. The water wasn't for cooking, it was to clean the mess she'd made. |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Tuesday, 3. December 2013, 03:00 Post #110 |
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Uhm yeah, Toran went to fetch the bag and Lucy just kinda erm, hung out near the door since she didn't really have much to offer in the way of help and Mac didn't exactly strike her as the talkative type. It was understandable though, the woman had no reason to want to talk to her, and no reason why she should talk to her either. Fuck, Lucy didn't even know what to talk about so a few moments of perhaps slightly awkward silence followed until she heard Toran's voice and popped her head outside to see the bag and pick it up. "Here" she carried it over to Mac and held it out for her, not sure if she wanted her to just drop it on the floor or whatever. Maybe Lucy was an odd vampire in that aspect, but, she was young all things considered so maybe that played part in it. And her Sire had been no different, being a rather avid defender of whole freedom and equality stuff. So, yeah, she had no reason to treat either of them differently from how she'd treat anyone else. "I'll just... go hang out" a hand, almost completely concealed by the too long sleeves of the shirt she'd stolen, save for the fingertips, waved in the general direction of the living room. "Give you guys some space" Lucy offered, not wanting to crowd the woman who, quite frankly, had enough with patching herself back together. And also to actually give the two a chance to chat since there was probably some things that needed talking about. |
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| Mac | Tuesday, 3. December 2013, 07:03 Post #111 |
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While Lucy may hang at the door like an uncomfortable bumblebee, she just laid there finishing off Bohemian Rhapsody. Once that was done, she went into Elvis 'All shook up'. She wasn't a natural born singing, she couldn't rock the socks off a stadium with her wicked impressive guitar/singing skills like she had always imagined she would when she was little, but she was fair at it. She had great rhythm and tone, music was in her blood, from her Mama. One of the few things she'd picked up that were decent traits of a human being, and of course, it was from her Mama. All good things were from her. She sipped at the grey goose, taking a moment to really enjoy the quality flavor in comparison to her usual polish nail polish remover vodka. She let it warmly trickle down her throat, before tossing the rest of the glass back in a solid shot. She didn't mind Lucy's awkward silence, because to her, it wasn't awkward at all. She could be sitting in absolute utter silence, and not mind it. Silence and lack of direct communication didn't have to be weird, she spent long periods of time in quiet silence. It could be comfortable. While this wasn't quite comfortable, cool bleed into her system from the hanging bag, Lucy standing at the door, it sure could be worse. One hand traced under her hoodie, pushing it up to expose the length of ripped and mauled flesh. She was pressing a finger in around the would, which had already gummed over with a thick clotthing fluid, and stopped it's bleeding. It burned under her touch, and she made a face like a kicked puppy for a second as she pressed into something that most certainly an organ. Which one was it? Hard to tell, with all the meaty muscle ground up around it. Had someone actually intended to kill her, or had another Hunter been hired and she'd simply been in the hit zone? Or was it just turf wars, and she happened to take out someone who had a lot of enemies, and they weren't intending to get her at all, just the stupid fucks she'd just laid to waste? She wanted to go smash her forhead against something in frusteration, but that wasn't really an option considering she was somewhat lame at that moment. Somewhat. Then Lucy was bringing her bag across the room to her, she'd reach out with an empty hand to snag it, her clutched gun tucked under her side on the cot next to her. "Cheers Doll." That was pretty much as close to a thank you as anyone ever got from her, as she was trying to be nice. For Mac, this was fucking downright pleasant really. She could be a lot worse, but she was reigning it in due to Toran's warning earlier. She didn't feel like being stabbed by him tonight, for disrespecting his lady friend, she had enough wounds to try and heal. She'd open the top, the bag half empty because she hadn't managed to get anything back into the bag after she was draining. Those two beautiful idiots, roasted and exploded. No good to anyone anymore, she would have put them to such good use. Their blood at least. She pulled out the small kit, clipping it open and taking out the rounded steel medical suture, and threading. She would wait for Lucy to go check on Toran, before actually attempting to figure out where to start. |
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| Toran | Tuesday, 3. December 2013, 13:47 Post #112 |
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Giving Lucy a quick kiss in passing he walked into the spare room he'd left Mac in, not even blinking at the sight of the woman about to stitch herself shut. He'd seen her at it before. Chick was hardcore, that was sure. She was a bit different though, he couldn't put his finger on why; nor was he going to bring it up. She'd already emptied a gun clip into him once. He set the tray of breakfast burritos down on the small table next to the cot and grunted. "Want help?" He didn't expect her to say yes but you never knew, for once she might not be a moron and acknowledge that stitching your abdomen without twisting the wound to get at it was a pain in the ass. His silver-blue eyes regarded her. "Got 360 surveillance going and the place is sealed up. Anything I should be expecting or you think this was just an accidental cluster fuck?" The big guy sits down on a chair, regarding her steadily. "Thanks for not flipping out on Lucy. Hell, she is nicer than I am when it comes to people." |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Tuesday, 3. December 2013, 14:08 Post #113 |
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The big man got a smile from the Swede as she returned the light kiss, one hand brushing across his chest as she slipped past him and exited the room to go hang out in the living room for a bit to give the two of them some time. At least she felt fairly confident he'd be able to keep it together now. That was .. something. Hopefully his friend would be alright too. The Brujah grabbed a blanket if she could find one and curled up in one of the over sized seats, making herself comfortable. |
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| Mac | Tuesday, 3. December 2013, 16:23 Post #114 |
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Her eyes went up to Toran as he entered, her soaked and stained hoodie rolled up over her chest and the shredded remains of her wife beater. She was decent enough, at least her tits weren't hanging out or anything. Not that she would be uncomfortable with that, she just knew he would. "You still feeling on the edge of frenzy? I'd rather stitch myself up in safe solitude if you're still going through those feelings of cannibalism..." She had already started, a few small and semi near stitches beginning to pull flapping flesh together. She'd also taken scissors from the kit and cleared away the uneven parts, the bits that were to ground up to do anything but hang loosely and needed to be removed completely to foster healthy new tissues. "If you're feeling more inclined to help than feast, feel free to push this fleshy part here together. It'll be easier to stitch if you hold it closed." She was watching him somewhat wearily, as she wasn't to keen on having to lay him flat in a ravenous zombie state. |
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| Toran | Tuesday, 3. December 2013, 16:33 Post #115 |
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"I'm fine." The man spreads his hands on her abdomen and pushes the lips together, making sure to leave enough space for her to stitch between, hopefully she won't sew his hands to her stomach. He closes his eyes and hums softly to himself, some random bit of noise. It wasn't really how he thought his night was going to end, but helping a friend wasn't something to take for granted. At least she was talking to him again. That was a plus, right? I mean, if she was still mad at him, someone ELSE would have a downstairs coated in blood and broken brick chunks. Hard to pass up a good time like that. He grimaced at her edge cleaning, realizing he was going to have to scrub down everything to get the little Mac chunks out of his house. It was enough to make him a bit queasy. Fortunately he wasn't the type to throw up, he didn't think he'd enjoy him upchucking into her stomach wound. Though, the look on her face might be hysterical... but ewww. In his head he started taking apart an electric motor, examining the pieces, trying to figure out how to redesign the concept and improve on it. |
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| Mac | Tuesday, 3. December 2013, 19:35 Post #116 |
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She grunted something of a muffled swear as his large hands pushed the meaty divides in her abdomen together. Him fishing around had further ripped open the largest one, but hey, had to happen to get the shit out of the way. She hated reaching inside herself, such vivid memories she supressed related to the task. She'd do backflips to not recall a large portion of her life, leave it burried in that trailer Toran like to reference as dragging her down. She pushed the suture through the muscle and skin, deeper than was probably necessary. She had to go deep, she tended to get active and rip stitches to easily. She'd learned to just make them last the first time round. Didn't even hurt much, so much raging inflammation in the area deadening her nerves response to much more. Natural high tolerance helped as well, although it also tended to bite her in the ass by not altering her to dangerous situations quick enough, a masochists biggest flaw. There was no awesome sweep of pleasure with this sort of pain though, this entire thing wasn't what she'd call a good time. If she'd gone to church she may have figured out a way to derive a perverse pleasure from having his hand inside her gut, but if she did it would only be from the bond. Maybe that's why she didn't go, because she didn't want to layer her monsters together in her mind. Marco and Church. "Lucy's... Nice." |
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| Toran | Tuesday, 3. December 2013, 20:57 Post #117 |
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"She's nicer than I am, I'll say that much." He snorts darkly, his voice a black velvet blanket in the room. "Then again, I suppose that ain't hard. Shit I've done since being sent up and locked in. But that's the way it goes. You deal with it." With the same precision he shows when working his tools he keeps the skin aligned properly, applying no more pressure than required to keep the skin settled, staring at nothing, or at least pretending too. Thanks to Lucy he didn't feel like chewing on her, so that was good. Thanks to pants he didn't feel quite so uncomfortable either. Mac did have the best timing he supposed. "So how did you end up making friends with vampires? Thought they were just food to you." He had to remember to get his boss those cellphones. Durable, off the grid, no gps tracers but still able to connect to networks. Taken him most of a month but he'd gotten them right. Heavy construction casings but smart phone useful. Course, downloading apps was a pain in the ass since they didn't show up with any particular carrier. He'd managed to make five, but he figured Sawyer would know who should get them, all but the one he was saving for Lucy. |
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| Mac | Tuesday, 3. December 2013, 22:08 Post #118 |
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"You aint the little boy you were before Prison. I'm sorry... I probably should have been there to bail you out. I'm sorry I ditched you." Her nose twitched, upper lip peeling back in a snarlish expression every now and then as she focused on trying to close up whatever gaps she could with Torans assistance. She sighed and paused, needle halfway through another stitch and just barely poking up through the other side of her flesh. Hazel eyes slipped up over his hands, following the lines of his arms. Jealous a little there, he had a muscle mass she couldn't attain. She tried, she was damn strong and built well, but she was still limited by her gendered body mass. They they fell across his face, trying to decide what to say. What did she say? How did she make friends with vampires?... They weren't really friends. They were aquaintances, folk she knew... Friends wasn't the right word. Was it? She didn't know, and it frusturated her to the point she actually closed her eyes a moment to try and straighten out a tumult of subconscious indignation. "Hey, don't... Look I... " She what? Fuck. Saying it, saying it out loud was not something she was capable. Thinking it, fighting inside her own head was hard enough. Declaring it formally, announcing that she was a traitor to the entire last decade of her life? That wasn't something she could do without choking on it, because it was so hard. She was actually frozen, couldn't push words over her lips. Instead, she just looked down to her stitching and kept going. Fuck this. Edited by Mac, Tuesday, 3. December 2013, 22:11.
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| Toran | Tuesday, 3. December 2013, 22:22 Post #119 |
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"Don't blow a gasket trying to phrase it in badass Sugar Tits, you're fine." He purposefully gave her injury a squeeze to clear her head with a burst of pain. "Whatever it is, it works. So stop fucking around trying to figure out a manly label to put on it and just deal. Don't sweat Prison either. Shit happens. You spend as much time working with scum and shit bags the way I did, you end up going up river once or twice. As for the shit that happened in there. I figure I got someone to blame for that, and you ain't her. The memories aren't all there but when I get a clear enough image, I'll figure out how to sort that bitch out." His jaw flexed beneath his beard and he shook himself like a wet dog, shaking off the bad mood. "You just fix that shit so you don't bleed anymore in my house. I'm gonna have the bleach the entire first floor and half of this one." Mac needed to figure out that labels didn't mean shit, and friends didn't take away from being badass. But he wasn't gonna try and teach her. That lesson would come with time, or it wouldn't come. Obviously she had a few folks willing to put up with her brand of crazy so that was good enough. Even if most of her friends had a hard-on for seeing him bleed. Well, guess he deserved that. |
![]() Toran's Voice Can't leave... can't leave... can't leave the girls will eat me.... | |
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| Mac | Tuesday, 3. December 2013, 23:07 Post #120 |
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"OW! Fuck! Dickhead!" She yelled at his squeeze, unexpected and unprepared for it. It startled her a little bit, which then caused her to burst into laughter. The laughter sobered up quickly as he kept talking. She kept stitching, listening to him try to calm her mental disorder of being a total locked up cunt face. Needle in, needle out, a continuous thread of mediocre stitches pulled tight. "I'm not going to bleed anymore, or lose any guts or anything... Hah... I wonder though, do you have a spare phone somewhere? You said you were working on some new ones... And mine got absolutely destroyed." Who would she message anyways? She had some thoughts of it, but wasn't sure she'd actually send anything to anyone. She wasn't in dire straights, and didn't want to seem like a whimp texting Aguirre or Church. She sure needed a fix soon though, she could feel herself burning through the vamp in her system to heal her stomach. Edited by Mac, Tuesday, 3. December 2013, 23:08.
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![]() "You are so fucking Camarilla. All hope and optimism. Maybe we can mount a rescue mission, and everyone can have a cupcake party, and fly around on Pegasus unicorns pooping rainbows." | |
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