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| Topic Started: Friday, 29. November 2013, 00:54 (3,599 Views) | |
| Lucy Fehrer | Thursday, 5. December 2013, 11:43 Post #141 |
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"Heh, you might've" Lucy shrugged because the woman might very well have been at the game longer than the Brujah had. "I sorta got thrown a littl head over heels into this thing, no learning learning period" though, she'd managed pretty well. At least she thought so. Pulling a little at the shirt, she tried to make it stay up on both shoulders. A vision that was doomed to fail as lifting it up on one shoulder simply meant it slipped off the other one. The thing was simply too big to want to stay on her frame even if she wasn't a skinny frail little thing. She actually had good shoulders just... compared to Toran, most people looked frail, now didn't they? "I'm not necessarily the Prince's biggest fan myself, but I don't know him and quite frankly I'm happy to keep it at that. Like I said, I rather try and keep as much distance between myself and the political crap as possible" despite her current "title". That Mac wasn't in the business of killing pretty punk rockers got a bit of a snort and an amused smile though. "You sure you don't wanna stay over? You really don't look like you ought to be moving anytime soon. And if you're worried about me, well, come day and I'll be out, you know that as well as I do" so not as if she could pose a threat to her, even if they were locked up in the same place. "Look at it this way, even if someone didn't follow you here, who's to say they don't got some day crew looking around for you. And running into them in your current condition can only end in disaster" so, stay, sleep, rest. She friggin' needed it. Stubborn or not. |
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| Toran | Thursday, 5. December 2013, 13:46 Post #142 |
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Toran didn't hear any screaming coming from upstairs so he was pretty sure things were going well. He couldn't believe how much fucking blood was on the floor in here. The mop water and bleach was getting it, but damn was it slow going. Shit got tacky as hell as it dried so he had to really crush the mop down to get the sticky crap to come up. But he was managing. He'd like it if Mac and Lucy got to know each other, but he wasn't expecting anything. Mac was as prickly as a cactus stuffed with knives and he had put Lucy to bed. He hoped she'd stayed there, but... ah well. As long as nobody was screaming he probably wouldn't have to freak out when he got back upstairs. He hoped. |
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| Mac | Thursday, 5. December 2013, 16:08 Post #143 |
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"No one is following me. What would they follow me too exactly? I'm not known for having friends in high places anywhere. I'm known for the opposite. If someone wanted to off me, they fucked their chance. Unfortunately, I'm burning through some blood pretty fast trying to heal this gut wound. I gotta get home to feed love, and... I can't stay here. It ain't just having you as a dead girl in another room, cuz I can actually handle that shit these days without going on a murder streak. Its the way he lives... The fortress... The locks on everything. Yeah, it keeps people out." She took a deep breath in, cheeks puffing up as she did a slow exhail of dizzy vision. That was blissful. The unsteady wash down her limbs, the gentle tingles of booze slipping through her veins. She could imagine it pouring around the mass of damage to her abdomen, boozey and bubbley in her system and made of sharp and cutting magic that attacked and burned, and by burning healed. "It also keeps people in." She also wanted a shower, and although Toran had his own, she was rather fond of showering in the crackled tiles of her own. Surveying her open space domain. Everything in Torans place was to... tight, squished, to many walls and barriers and locks. It was his kind of haven, not hers. "Stay out of politics. You ain't half bad." Edited by Mac, Thursday, 5. December 2013, 16:09.
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| Lucy Fehrer | Thursday, 5. December 2013, 16:49 Post #144 |
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"Not half bad huh?" she smiled with a soft chuckle. "That's better than I could've hoped for. Listen, you take care alright? And if I see you again I'm gonna hope it's without the whole insides on the outside thing going on" Lucy waved a hand over her shoulder, indicating that she'd be going. Daylight wasn't that far away and she rather be in bed by the time it got her. She paused half way through the door though and looked over at Mac again. Yeah, Lucy would've still preferred it if she'd stayed and recovered properly before leaving. Because whether she'd admit it or not she looked like she'd been dragged through Hell. But, she was a big girl and could take care of herself. For the most part anyway. With her guts back on the inside she was at least better equipped to deal with things again. "It was nice meeting you" the words were said with a smile before she slipped out of the room and quietly padded back to Toran's room to climb into bed and slip in under the covers again. It wasn't as if she was going to fall asleep before dawn came, but she put the magazine away and turned off the lights save one before closing her eyes. She could still relax, wondering if she'd be awake for when Toran got back. Not that it was that big a deal, she knew he'd be there. It would simply be... nice... to have him there when sleep took her. |
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| Mac | Thursday, 5. December 2013, 16:58 Post #145 |
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"Have a decent day sleep." That was about as nice as she came really. She choked in actual nice things like 'thank you' and the like. Not to mention, she was wrestling with the struggle of calling any meeting of a Fanger nice. She still didn't know how she felt about it all, a mixed up jumble of fucked thoughts as twisted and confused as the mashing of her meaty insides. She finished the grey goose, and while she normally liked to smash empty bottles and bask in the sounds of shattering glass, she figured she'd fucked up Torans place enough. She'd resist. So she just waited, falling into silence instead of song. To much to think about, to much to ignore while trying to mend her fiery body. |
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| Toran | Thursday, 5. December 2013, 17:05 Post #146 |
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Toran finally finished mopping the last of Mac's blood off the floor and putting the scattered medical gear back together in his kit. Pouring the blood filled water down the drain and drying the mop as best he could he contemplated the need for a water tap down here, so he could fill the mop bucket on THIS floor and not have to carry it down the spiral staircase. He'd get on that in a little while. He quietly walked back up the stairs and noted the closed door to his bedroom, glad Lucy was somewhere comfortable. Hopefully he'd join her and get a good night's sleep. First he had to see to his guest, and he was pretty sure she was going to be a crotchety handful. Knowing her she'd drained the entire bottle of vodka on an empty stomach after serious blood loss and now would be a drunken moron. An argumentative drunken moron. Taking a moment to wash his hands in the bathroom he walked down the hall to look into Mac's room. "Well, managed to get yourself closed up yet?" His voice was soft, a rolling black curtain sliding into the room, deep and comfortable. He was sure she was going to yell at him for something, or curse, spit bite, something. Mac always had something feisty to do, to maintain her total badass image. He'd have to see how she managed it this time. |
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| Mac | Thursday, 5. December 2013, 18:50 Post #147 |
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"Oh yeah, closed up and feeling Fiiinnnneeee...." She patted her stomach, hidden now by the stiff and crusty black hoodie. She looked perfectly happy now, half cut and just waiting for the IV to finish it's torturously slow drip. Her breakfast burrito's sat with only a bite missing, but there was evidence an attempt had at least been made on them. Her body just wasn't into the food thing right now, while it pretty much used Vodka as fuel for everything. You may even be able to set her blood on fire. "Once this bag is done I'm going to stumble off. Sun should be peeking up soon and it'll be safe enough, and I need to stuff a blood pack in my face and recharge. I'm burning hard to heal." Edited by Mac, Thursday, 5. December 2013, 18:50.
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| Toran | Thursday, 5. December 2013, 19:08 Post #148 |
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The big man grunts softly and sighs. "I've got a bag if you need it. I'd rather you drink it here than stumble around covered in blood and drunk off your ass. You should probably consider a shower before you head out as well. Considering you look like a serial killer." He was pretty damned sure she wasn't going to agree to accept anymore help, but he had to offer. She was way to stubborn for that. "Or, I can call you a cab to drop you off a block or two from your home and at least get you in the neighborhood so there's less chance of the cops picking you up as a maniac." There were times Toran wondered if Mac was actually capable of anything like a sensible friendship. Though given what he's seen recently, she might be a lot closer to it than she had been when he last knew her. He wouldn't mention it though, he had a feeling if he told Mac she was starting act like a normal person she'd go and murder a half dozen people just to prove she was still more hardcore than anyone he knew. Edited by Toran, Thursday, 5. December 2013, 19:08.
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| Mac | Thursday, 5. December 2013, 22:00 Post #149 |
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"Can't man. I'm one into the dude I gave you already, I can't double up this fast. I'll be a mess. Do you know how mind fucking it is to look down at a blood pack and start -crying- because you realize you love the guy you're drinking, and you've killed him? Oh Jesus, it's fucked to hell. I'm the worst monster on a bonds Toran. I... I'm not right." She sighed a sigh that made her lips go all rudely raspberry style, a shrug of her shoulders given as she rolled to look at the plate of food beside the bed. She then reached over, and picked out some bacon to give that a decent attempt. Maybe she could handle a wee bit of the good stuff right now, even if her stomach was an unhappy camper after behind shifted all around. "I'll take a cab though. Don't don't sound to bad at this moment.... Even if the cops did pick me up, they couldn't keep me. I get inside peoples heads and fuck them. That's Marco's everlasting gift to me, he screwed with me and now I get to screw with them. Thank god, cuz I've been picked up by pigs more than once. Sawyer teach you whatever your fuckin gift is? Do you get to go invisible? I'll be jealous as all hell..." Edited by Mac, Thursday, 5. December 2013, 22:01.
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| Toran | Thursday, 5. December 2013, 22:10 Post #150 |
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"Naw, ain't gotten around that yet. I got a feeling shit between us ain't right. But, not much I can do. I'll call that cab. Have it here in 10 minutes, that work?" The big man didn't want to tell her that Sawyer seemed to be giving him away. He wasn't sure how Mac would react to finding out that Lucy might be his new boss if Sawyer didn't change his mind. Just like he didn't want to mention that her lil buddy Aguirre had forced him to drink from her. He was pretty sure Mac would be a lot happier NOT knowing her bud was bonded to three different vampires, two of them in the Cammie side of things. "The mind trick sounds nice though. Naw, I'm just me. Bit stronger, but still just a regular wrench turner." He pulled out his phone and sent a message to a cab company that got smart enough to figure out a text based request service. On confirmation he nodded. Then he went to his closet and took out an old blanket he had, it was ragged but it would work for a wrap. He tossed it to her with a grin. "Just wrap that around yourself. You smell enough like vodka at this point they'll just assume you're doing a walk of shame on the way home." Toran was actually a tiny bit peeved. Nobody had told him he could learn the stuff the vampires did for himself just because he had their blood in it. Turn invisible? That could be handy. He contemplated the stuff he'd seen other vampires do. Mac had said something once about the different bloods having different powers. Sounded like he might have to find out what his various donors could do. |
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| Mac | Thursday, 5. December 2013, 23:01 Post #151 |
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"I pretty much am doing a walk of shame." She sounded less than enthusiastic about that, a dower and unbelieving voice of bitter humility. She hated losing. It left her with a sour taste in her mouth, despite the delicious flavor of Vodka and bacon that truly sat on her tongue. She would sit up completely, letting her feet connect with the floor as she tried to right her balance and get her brains together. She tucked her gun down the back holster of her harness, feeling the sideways drift of intoxication. Needle and scissors were tucked into her bag, and the bag zipped closed. She disconnected from her IV, standing up with the usual rush to begin the slow descent down the stairs. "Let me out, so you can go help your woman fall into say sleep before it's to late. I'll wait on the steps, I need the air. I'm feeling clausterphobic in here." |
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| Toran | Thursday, 5. December 2013, 23:06 Post #152 |
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Toran didn't offer to help her. The stubborn bitch would probably shoot him if he tried to give her a hand again. He merely walked down the hall to the still open spiral staircase and walked down it. He stopped at the bottom to wait and see if she would tumble head first down the iron spiral. When she made it on sheer pride he walked to the front and flipped the circuit that disengaged the heavy steel bars and magnetic seal. It MIGHT have been a bit much, he would admit to himself. But he did like feeling secure. "Glad you were willing to come for a visit Mac. Nice to have you. Try not to die before the next time, eh Sugar tits?" He refused to look closely at her, realizing if he did he'd once more becoming uncomfortably aware of how hot she was. Fortunately he had Lucy to help him take the edge off his ghoul enhanced drives. Otherwise he'd be embarrassing himself by hitting on her. He didn't know how he'd react if she turned him down, or worse, if she didn't. Either way, he closed the door and headed back upstairs to slide into bed and hold Lucy in the brief time they had left before the day began. |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Thursday, 5. December 2013, 23:15 Post #153 |
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The Brujah stirred when he slipped into bed and under the covers. The Brujah turning over to reach for him so she could move an arm around him and curl up close and feel his warmth. "Is your friend gonna be alright?" Mac struck her as stubborn enough to survive getting dragged through Hell, but there was still a touch of concern to Lucy's voice as she opened her eyes to look at him. The arm that had originally moved around him, lifting to brush a lock of dark hair from his face with the light touch of her fingers. Instead of the arm though, a slender leg brushed along his before hooking her ankle behind his knee. She knew she would soon be gone, lost to the day sleep, but until that happened she wanted to feel his warmth. |
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| Toran | Thursday, 5. December 2013, 23:20 Post #154 |
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"She's waiting on a cab. She'll be OK. Mac is just too damned mean to die from anything as meager as a bomb." He slipped his arms around her, enjoying how cool she felt against him. He wished Mac could relax enough to get a taste of the happiness Lucy brought him. There were definite advantages to having a vampire for a lover. Aside from how nice it was to have something that cooled you down. The sheer endurance was wonderful. Ah well, maybe she'd figure it out one day. He kissed the female kindred softly and smiled, resting his head against hers. "I do appreciate the try you made at friendship. The woman needs more friends frankly. Too much time on her own definitely isn't healthy. I suppose the same can be said for me." |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Thursday, 5. December 2013, 23:26 Post #155 |
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She still had that tent sized shirt on, which restricted some of the skin to skin contact she wanted and desires, but her legs at least were free brush against his. The hand that brushed the hair form his face easing its fingers through his hair before trailing gentle fingertips down the side of his neck and across one shoulder. Those blue eyes of hers closing with a smile as he held her and rested his head against hers. The Brujah arched her back slightly, just to make sure she was as close as she could be. "I could say she seems nice, but I'd be lying" Lucy chuckled. "But... she seems honest, blunt as hammer, and I like that" so yeah, maybe, who knew? It wasn't going to happen over night, but given some time, perhaps they could make friends. Weirder things had happened, right? Lifting her chin slightly, she touched her lips to his throat in a gentle kiss. "How are you feeling?" given... everything... |
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| Mac | Thursday, 5. December 2013, 23:27 Post #156 |
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She was fueled by Vodka and Pride, and despite being slow, she made it down the stairs without falling in any humiliating manner. This was good, because she wasn't so sure how much more of her pride she could choke on that night. Going for help? That was pretty bad. She looked for traces of her blood when they crossed the shop, but Toran had managed to scrub her skanky ho bag juice out of his floor decently well. On the doorstep, she stood and leaned against the wall. She didn't want to sit, and bend her stomach anymore than she had to. "See ya Mate." She kept the blanket around her good and tight, even though she didn't need it's warmth for anything. She was a raging inferno all on her own. |
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| Toran | Thursday, 5. December 2013, 23:32 Post #157 |
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He kisses Lucy softly and smiles. "Well, I'm feeling good. Or, to put it another way, if we had more time before dawn, I'd be hoping for a bit more recreational exercise." He grinned lustily at her, then sobered, nodding his head. "Mac is honest. In her own way she's loyal and strong and brave. She's got a noggin full of nightmares and deals with it her own way. She's also got a stubborn streak worse than mine and more pride than a roomful of Kings. But she can be a good ally if you've earned her trust." He strokes her back softly, holding her slightly chilled form against him. The blankets were already warming up from his sliding under them. Soon he'd feel like he was in a furnace. Normally he'd have kicked them off, he had to wonder if Lucy's slightly cooler form would actually chill him enough that they'd stay right where they were. |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Thursday, 5. December 2013, 23:39 Post #158 |
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The Brujah gave a small nod when he talked about Mac. It sounded about right from what little she'd seen of the woman. Though really, she hoped that if she ran into her again, Mac would be in a slightly better condition. There really was no need to have a repeat of tonight's events. "I'll settle for an agreement of neutrality" Lucy chuckled again, not really picturing herself able of earning Mac's trust to the level of calling her an alley. Vampire remember? She couldn't blame the woman for being sceptical and then some. "As for the other stuff... I'll gladly help out with that come tomorrow night" but right now she could feel daytime tugging at her, calling her to sleep. The damn thing was merciless that way. "Shower was good.." Lucy murmured. She wouldn't mind a repeat of that. |
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| Toran | Thursday, 5. December 2013, 23:42 Post #159 |
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The big man felt her starting to cool, starting to go leaden as the drawn rose. He tucked her into his arm and stroked her back softly, grinning. He's take another shower with her any time he could manage it. For now, just holding her felt pretty good. |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Thursday, 5. December 2013, 23:55 Post #160 |
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And that's how she'd fall asleep, the gentle brushing of her fingers across his skin coming to a stop as her hand finally stopped moving. The girl falling still and silent, though even in the embrace of day, her looks remained the same. It truly was as if she was just deep asleep, her body lacking any form of strength as her consciousness drifted off into oblivion. Her skin, while cooler, still not that cold of death that most vampires were cursed with. It was a lot of trust to show anyone. But, he'd trusted her enough to drink from her. And she wanted this, wanted to be able to trust him like this. It felt better to not sleep alone. |
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