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Topic Started: Friday, 29. November 2013, 00:54 (3,600 Views)
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In the living room, Lucy had retrieved some science magazines to help pass the time. Sure, not her usual reading stuff, but, that didn't mean she didn't find it interesting. It merely meant that some of it was probably more advanced than what her knowledge covered. And hey, maybe she could learn something from it?

Either way, it made the time pass as she couldn't help but listen for... anything really. Anything that might indicate that tempers were rising, but, so far that didn't seem to be happening.
Good. Mac had looked pretty fucked up. The last thing she needed, badass or not, was get into a yelling match with Toran over the fact that he had a vampire in his home. A vampire who, had she been sane. would've packed up and gone home by now.

She turned to another page, legs pulled up close, feet tucked in under the blanket she'd found. Remaining where she was.
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"Yeah, I got some phones. I made a half dozen of those off grid smart phones in construction casings I was talking about. I was gonna give you one anyway. I'll give you one as soon as your guts aren't gonna pop out. The other four'll go to Sawyer though. Maybe if I give him a way to keep track of his girl without them being in danger of being tracked or traced she'll ease up on me. Who knows."

The big man shrugs and carefully lifts his hands from Mac's stomach, reading to push the flesh back together if it started spreading, but it looks like she'd gotten most of the initial stitches in. He regards the mess of ripped tissue with a shake of his head.

"I'll get you some gauze and bandage tape. I know you're a super badass and all, but the inward push'll do the skin good to avoid breaking the stitches. Then I'll look for a new shirt or something so you can put those tits away."

He snorted and shook his head as he rose to his feet. He kept his face turned away from her injury, and her figure. Dumbass was a hot looking woman, that was for sure. Somehow he was more aware of that with the blood in him. downside he supposed. He shifted and walked out of the room. Once more unlocking the downstairs hatch so he could go retrieve the phones. One his way back up he turned off the boiling water and pulled a mop bucket out of his pantry, transferring the water with a hefty dose of bleach to it.

Walking back into Mac's room he set one of the phones next to the two breakfast burritos he made for her.

"Eat something. You can sleep here if you want. The place is a fortress, near as I can make it."
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"Is Aguirre being particularly hard on you or something? How's Sawyer feel about your -new- lady friend?"

She was done as much of the stitching as would be useful, now the most important thing would be getting home for a feed from freezer storage. She tied it off, and used the bloodied scissors she'd cleared away the muddled tissue with to snip the line tidily. She then put the suture and scissors aside, knowing full well they needed to be cleaned before they could go back into the kit.

"I can't sleep in a prison Toran... Might make you feel comfortable, makes me feel like I'm still in Marco's basement. I need to be able to run, if I need to run... So I gotta go. Sorry. I'll stay to finish this blood bag though, cuz I need it... And probably eat those burrito's and finish that bottle. "

She was honest if nothing else. She needed to go, she had to have freedom. She couldn't stay in Torans fortress, and she... She couldn't get stuck. She needed to wander.
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"I had a feeling she didn't approve of me when she broke my ribs, dislocated my knee, broke my fingers and cracked my shoulder blade. To say nothing of breaking my nose."

The big man shrugged. Reaching into his closet he pulled out an old t-shirt, too tight for him now but would still hang on Mac like a tent.

"You do what you gotta do Sugar Tits. I'm gonna check on Lucy, make sure she's doing OK in the living room. You focus on healing alright?"

He didn't want to say outright that he was still feeling horny and disturbed, even though the blood had made the cravings for flesh and blood and carnage recede. He was starting to realize this hair trigger lust might be around for a while so he was going to have to learn to deal with it. Better to check on Lucy than stand there looking at Mac and realizing how hot she looked mostly topless and blood slick. Woman was too hot for her own good.

Drifting down the hall he ducked his head around the living room to look at the 85" flat screen and the small security camera feeds. Seeing Lucy looking at one of his magazines he grins, his voice a deep black fog driving into the room.

"Hey beautiful, good read?"
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Lucy, who'd honestly gotten kind of lost in her reading, snapped out of it at the sound of his voice which she by now was almost willing to believe might be able to reach her even through the haze of a frenzy. Not that she ever wanted to have to test that theory though.

"Hey. Mm, yeah. Makes me feel kinda stupid though" the Brujah smiled, putting the magazine down and nodding towards the room where Mac was resting. "Is your friend going to be okay? She was hurt pretty bad" which was honestly an understatement if ever there was one.
"Also... are you okay?" that was important to her after all. She figured he wasn't anywhere near fine but, okay'ish was better than any of their other options. And while she had a feeling he might still be processing the effects of her blood on him, he at least looked calm on the outside.
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"Little Mouse did all that to you?"

Yeah, unfortunately his earlier assumption that Mac would be proud of her friend for those actions, was the right one. She felt a strange little swell of joy at the idea that Aguirre managed to get her scary face on, even if she had some guilt over it being targeted at her boy. She grinned at him, her hand now free from stitching coming up to push her bloodied dreads back as she shook her head.

"Shit man, sorry... That couldn't have been comfortable. Unless you've suddenly turned into me and had an orgasm or two while you were being shit kicked." She was teasing some then, as she didn't really come -that- easy. She used to, but she'd learned to reign that response in over time, learned to escalate it. Now it took a lot more than when Marco had first got his paws on her, climbed inside her head and wired her to be his little wonderling.

"Yeah, you go entertain the lady friend...I'll come scrub my ass out of your shit tomorrow day time or something, maybe the day after. I'm going to take your advice and shit right now." A hand went out to pick up the breakfast burrito he'd made, she could smell the temptation of Bacon. Unfortunately, at first bite, she knew she wasn't able to eat. Her stomach, having just had a hand pawing around it to remove brick, wasn't interested in being plied with food. It wanted Vodka. So while he was leaving, she dropped the Burrito back on the plate and reached for the Vodka instead.
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Toran nodded to Mac with a rueful grin, acknowledging the damage Aguirre did and her masochism. with a slight chuckle and a slightly lusty gleam in his eye, then he shook his head. Woman was crazy.

"It'll be clean before you get back. You know I can't deal with a mess."

Toran leaned down and kissed Lucy on the head with a smile.

"Yeah, I'm OK. But I'll feel more comfortable when you're tucked in my room behind a security door. Day light is coming and I want you safe from everything. I'll be in to join you just as soon as I clean up all the blood downstairs. Got to get to it soon or it'll stain the cement and I'll be answering questions from everyone who sees it."

Toran scooping Lucy up and smiled, carrying her to his bedroom. Yeah, he was being a bit of a pain, just carrying folk around, but he had to get things organized or his brain was gonna go nuts. The mess would seriously stress him out if he didn't get it cleaned up soon. Settling Lucy into his bed he tucks her in with his journal and smiles.

"I want to hurry so I can be back before dawn. I promised to hold you and I aim to keep that. Just relax here until I get the mopping done, alright?"

He was in a hurry, he would admit that. He REALLY wanted to keep his promise to hold Lucy as the dawn came, but his need to have everything in order wouldn't let him rest with a huge pool of blood in his entrance way. So he grabbed the mop bucket and mop and jogged down the stairs to start cleaning.
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Yeah, seemed he was really into carrying people around, but unlike Mac, Lucy didn't mind one bit. She slipped her arms around him when he picked her up and was content to be carried to bed, even if she wouldn't be getting his company for a little while yet.
"Sure thing" she would've offered to help out but he was already half way out the door.

Shrugging out of her jeans, she dropped them on the floor but kept the over sized shirt on while curling up under the covers. A brief glance offered in the direction of the half open door as she thought of Mac.

Should.
Shouldn't.
That woman somewhat struck her as the type that might prove troublesome to Lucy's own existence, but...

Lucy reached down and snatched something from her discarded jeans before slipping out of bed and on naked feet made her way over to the room where the wounded Mac was resting.
"Mac?" the Brujah, still decent thanks to Toran's shirt being the size of a tent on her, knocked on the doorfrane and stepped inside. "Sorry to bother you again, but" she walked over, though only to place the business card on the night stand, still trying to be mindful about the woman's personal space. "My number, in case of.. well, anything really. You're a friend of Toran's so" the Brujah shrugged with a brief smile.

"Yeah" fuck, she didn't know what else to say really so she just gave her another smile and turned to walk back to bed.
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She was tipping back the bottle of grey goose when Lucy came in, her dark eyes on the door long before the woman actually appeared in it. She was waiting, like she knew, following the posture and positioning of the woman's body language as she came in. She wasn't very threatening, even though that's what Mac had been expecting. She was waiting for the hard 'that's my boy don't you fuck with him' that would be unleashed on her through vampire territorialism. Instead, she found a girl who seemed nervous and unsure, handing her a business card.

"Pink Squid? You're a tattoo artist? Handy, I have the feeling a large part of my ink ain't coming back. If I'm lucky it won't be to bad..." A hand across the dried up patch on her now pulled down hoodie, also dried through by the heat she threw.

Well, wasn't like she was going to see her artist anytime soon. She missed america already. London was turning out to be a hail storm of trouble, and she was getting all sorts of injury laid upon her form. Really, she should tell Lucy that while friends by association shit was shit, because it was... But she didn't have that sort of venom in her at that moment.

She didn't want to fight with Toran anymore. So she would try to get her polite on, even though a doobie would sure help with that.

"Will keep it on hand. I'd give you mine incase something goes screwy, but I don't know if Toran will be able to connect the old number with his new phones or not... And my old phone got blasted much worse than I did. It was in my hoodie pocket, infact... There may be bits and pieces inside me still. Wonder if my guts will make a call..."
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It wasn't necessarily that she was insecure, or nervous for that matter, merely unsure of what to do in the given situation. The Swede, if nothing else, appeared relaxed enough. Just, Hell, how was she suppose to act around the woman? For all she knew Mac was likely to stab her in the back and bleed her dry at the first best opportunity, but, friend of Toran's so she would try.

"Well, you got my number now so should you feel like it you can just gimmi a call once you got a new phone up and running. And if you need any ink work done, I'll help out, no charge" that at least she could offer without any problems.

Lucy wrapped her arms around herself and leaned against the wall by the door, crossing her legs at the ankles. It was obvious she had her own fair share of ink even if the tent-like shirt covered a lot of it.

" I own the place, so, you can just drop by whenever you feel like it"
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Torn mops.

Seriously, that's all this post.

He's mopping shit. Throwing some bricks away.

Stimulating, right?

Mop. Mop. Mop.

Fucking bloodstains get everywhere.
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"Well, excuse my cuntitude, but before I go under anyone's needle I like to have a nice long meander through their portfolio. I don't wanna be stuck wearing wavy lines or any shit like that."

She didn't know Lucy, or her talent, nor her official courtly appointment. Infact, she probably wouldn't still be there of she knew the girl had any sort of anything big with the Cammies. Torans choice to fuck over her plan to set him on the Anarch path was exceptionally troublesome, because when push came to shove... She very well could have to dislodge from his life completely. Camarilla didn't approve of shit like her.

"Money's no issue either, if you do what you do well? I'll pay ya for it doll. That's life." And she didn't like owing folk anything, she liked even scores and debt less existence.

"Got any awkward lingering questions? I'm a blunt son of a bitch, so don't be scared to ask. Incase your wondering, we've never banged. His exact statement on the subject was "Bitch, my dick is scared of you."
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Well, that seemed enough to have her break down in laughter. Because what else could she do?
"Seriously? He said that? That's just fucking rude" the Brujah giggled, shaking her head as the laughter quietly faded even if the smile lingered. "And honestly, I couldn't care less if you'd slept with him. It's none of my business anyway" because there was no way she was going to be the kind of woman who flipped out over someone's exes or past partners. That would just be elevating double moral to a whole new level.

"So no, I don't got any awkward lingering questions that I can think of. But if you got any for me, go for it. I'm pretty decent with going blunt for blunt" Lucy shrugged.

"As for my work, do some research. I wouldn't expect you to just take my word for it. That would be bloody stupid" and while Mac's current condition might make 'stupid' an accurate description, she didn't actually picture her stupid. She wouldn't have survived this long if she was.
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"There are things I don't want to know." In relation to her own awkward posing of questions to Lucy, because, well... She could already guess. Vivid imagination plus Toran and Lucy? Oh yeah, that was a mental image she didn't want... Oh god! To late!

She tipped back the grey goose, taking a long swig that let the bottle chug and bubble under the draining of it's contents. Chrissstt.... Brain bleach, where are you?!

"Well sugah, I'm sure you've noticed I tend to run on the rude side. He pretty much said exactly what he needed to to get drunk me off his lap. Apparently telling him snapping my thighs would turn me on wasn't his bag of bones. Alas.... So, you're... Cammie then? Or Anarch?"

Be Anarch! Be Anarch! She put the bottle down on the nightstand, reaching up to jiggle the blood bag spiked to the wall. It didn't actually need jiggling, but without the small motor pusher that was attached to her own kit at home, it felt like this was taking for fucking ever. What an asshole blood bag, dripping all slow and leaving her feeling all vulnerable and shit.
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Unfortunately, the answer to that question wasn't going to be the one she hoped for.
"I'm with the sticks" Lucy shrugged. "But I tend to just hang around on the fringe as best I can" yeah, as best she could. But it didn't always work, now did it? Fucked up court appointed job from Hell...

"I was never interested in the politic crap to be honest" save for finding that Sabbat bad, Camarilla less bad. "I just rather do my thing and be left alone" It wasn't an unreasonable wish, but apparently I t was one harder to achieve than she had initially thought.

And no, given the look on the woman's face she saw no reason to add in any more details than that unless asked. Because she seemed quite capable of thinking up unwanted images in her head, and when you were of the opinion that breaking thigh bones belonged in the foreplay category? Well, Lucy didn't really want to know what Mac's imagination might cook up.
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"Fuck me." A rather growling groan issued at her comment about being with the sticks, eyes leaving Lucy to fix once more at the boring and much despised roof above her head.

He just kept getting himself deeper and deeper into the Cammies. How much danger could she take on, how much riskier would it be? They were really friendly with Hunters, or Independents. This new Prince was another anal as fuck Ventrue, whose rade she preferred to stay off the grid of. They'd see the wild in her and slay it instantly, or at least they'd try. Current circumstances illustrated very well, she was alive. She could die. So could Toran... She was a danger to him.

Fuck.

"Well, I'm going to finish letting this bag drip and then I'll be out for the night. "

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"Not the answer you wanted, huh?" well duh, it obviously wasn't.
Lucy tilted her head slightly to the side, regarding the other woman for a moment or two while she chewed on her lip in thought, thinking through what little info she had to go on.

"Listen..." she straightened up. "Here's the deal... Whatever you do? I don't give a shit" no, honestly she didn't. "Just don't go after the creeps on my side. Because that'll get you in trouble. Not necessarily with me, but with people you probably rather never meet" and no, there was nothing threatening about the way she said it. It was, after all, merely a friendly warning.

"Truth is, Toran probably needs you more than he needs me" the Brujah admitted. Because while a vampire, she wasn't strong enough to make that much of a difference and her contact network was rather limited. Add in the whole sun allergies thing and she was really rather severely limited in what she could offer as far as protection and help went.
She could offer blood, and she might be able to offer some relief. But, outside of that?
"So just... fuck, I don't really know what I'm saying here alright? I suck at this" Lucy groaned, throwing her arms out and letting them just fall limp down the side of her body.
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"How old are you Lucy?"

Simple question, so much value behind it. She didn't look back at her, she just kept staring at the rude son of a bitch roof above her head. Really, how dare it not cave under the heat of her unhappy gaze? Blood was flaking off her fingers now, breaking up and becoming a light filmy dust as it flew about with her movement as she reached to the cot side night table. She took the grey goose bottle in hand again, bloody finger prints already smeared up it's side as she tipped it up.

She was fair, whoever this girl was. She was... Too fair. She was trying to leave Mac and Torans friendship well enough alone. She could appreciate that, but it told her a little something too.

"I saved his ass from a baby vamp... Shovel head newly turned, it didn't even know how to feed right. It would have torn him to shreds if I didn't kill it. That's what I usually take down, baby idiots. I don't mess with your kind unless I'm lookin for something big and getting paid worth my trouble."

Or looking to die...

She'd been doing that when she first came to London. Biting onto bait too big for her, joyously engaging in a dance that she very well thought would be her last one. Someone got their first though. She'd never tell Toran. Asshole didn't need to call her a hypocrite, she already knew she was.

Edited by Mac, Thursday, 5. December 2013, 03:00.
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"What does my age matter? I'm old enough to stand my ground and know the ropes. I'm not so old I'd count myself a powerhouse or that I've completely forgotten what it means to be human" strength and speed and power to fuck with people's emotions, sure, they came with the blood, but she'd mastered none of it and the world was full of creatures that by far outpowered her.

The Brujah smirked slightly and gave her an honest answer that didn't really answer anything at all.
"I'm older than I look" but not by all that much.

"And you know... You can stare at that ceiling all night and my bet would still be on the ceiling winning the staring match unless you spontaneously developed laser eyes"
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"It matters because I wonder if I ain't been at what I've been doing, longer than you've been at what you're doing. You may be more alive than I am Sugah. As for the laser eyes? God damnit that would be an excellent development. I'd be like, hailed on high as Buffy the vampire slayer if I had lazer eyes. I could just walk around slicing heads off with mah peepers. The bad guys of course, not the pretty punk rockers like yourself... Though, I hear your Prince is a douche bag. I might not feel so sorry if I accidentally looked at him a little to hard..."

She hated all her own kind, Ventrue drove her bat shit crazy. Plotting mother fuckers, evil every one of them. She'd never met one that didn't have the stink of vile sell out about them, willing to trade off their own mothers if it got them closer to their goals. She tipped back the vodka, taking in a decent swig and leaving the poor bottle near empty.

She was actually starting to feel it now, blood loss always made shit hit harder than when she was at full stock. A swirling of waving vision, rippling like a curtain in the breeze. She smiled lightly, eyes closing a moment before blinking open to enjoy the slightly off kilter sense of balance. She wished she could get up and stumble around, it would be a joy to actually be drunk again.
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