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PostSubject: [Hypnos and Deux]   Wed 29 Jul 2009, 10:31 am


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This roleplay is rated NC-17 and may contain very strong sexual or offensive language and situations, and strong explicit nudity.

It also contains emotional and physical relationships between people of the same gender. All characters depicted are original and owned respectively by roleplayers and solely the roleplayers.

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PostSubject: Re: [Hypnos and Deux]   Wed 29 Jul 2009, 10:35 am


Money was a double edged sword, in a way. On one hand, it was great for gloating over, and hoarding, and being used to buy power. On the other, it made people want to kill you because you owed them it. Such was the dilemma of a certain vampire that went by the name of Quinn Kassidy. He had the money once upon a time to pay off his debt, but he’d forgotten about yet another person that he owed money to. So it all boiled down to either he gave them all the money he had procured or paid for their amusement with his rather gruesome death. Hence the reason now why he barely had a penny to his name besides the little amount he had managed to stash away and hide.

It was a pounding on his door that finally woke Quinn out of his rather gloomy thoughts, and the first reaction he had was to duck for cover under his bed. Ha! They’d never find him here! You know, minus the fact that he legs were clearly visible sticking out from one end of the bed. Alright, so his sneaking and hiding abilities weren’t the greatest in the world, but trying had to count for something. Not if you wind up dead despite trying, he reminded himself just as a fist hammered on the door again. Huh, why weren’t they just breaking it down?

“Hey kid! I need your last three months rent right now. This is your last chance to cough up the money!” came a voice from the other side of his door. Hissing from under his bed as he realized that it was just the landlord, the redhead crawled out with dust covering him nearly head to toe. Quinn always tried his hardest to avoid cleaning whenever he could, but when he found that he absolutely had to, he typically just stuffed everything under the bed. He had a nice collection of dust bunnies under there now. Sneezing none too delicately, the green eyed male crawled until he got to the foot of his bed and pushed the heel of his palm down on one edge of his floorboards. As soon as he had done so, the opposite end of the floorboard came up, allowing Quinn to quickly remove it.

This was his secret little place where he kept any valuables and money he possessed. It was here that he reached down and pulled out a small, wooden box that equalled him in dustiness and the hurried over to his bed while the pounding and shouting at his door continued. It was nearly killing him to do this, but he couldn’t have that idiotic landlord calling the bloody cops on him just because of some stupid rent. The top of the box was quickly opened and Quinn fished out a medium sized golden watch. The pretty things in his box were really starting to dwindle now. Stupid landlord!

Whatever, he wouldn’t have to deal with this buffoon for much longer as he was getting out of here just as soon as he paid off his rent. Muttering curses under his breath, Quinn hurried to his closet where he snatched up a rucksack he possessed off the floor, and began to stuff his small amount of clothing into it. After he finished that, he rushed back to his bed again and slipped his hand underneath the mattress. Besides the things in his box, there was only one other thing that he owned that actually had any value and that was his laptop. It was also one of the few things that he had actually bought or held any pride in. True, it had been super cheap when he had purchased it and had barely been running, but he had fixed it all up himself (plus a few extra features) and now it worked like a charm. So there was no way he was leaving that little jewel behind, and that went into his bag too. Finally, his box went in as well, and with the watch in one hand, he stomped over to his door and threw it open.

“Here, you tub of lard!” Quinn spat at the landlord, “This should more than cover your damn rent. I’m out of here!” With that, he shoved the watch into the landlord’s hand, and grabbed the key to his apartment to throw on the floor before he took off down the hall. Still mumbling under his breath, the vampire dashed out of the apartment building, but settled into a normal pace as soon as he was outside and began to wipe off some of the dust clinging to his face and clothing. Well! It looked as if it was time to start anew again. He needed to get some quick cash, and then book it out of this freaking city before anyone else decided to come collect money from him. He wasn’t about to give up any more of his valuables, and that meant that the only thing he had left to pay with was his life – which he wasn’t going to give up without a fight either.

Alright, where could he hit for speedy cash? Pick pocketing was already out the window unless he happened by a bunch of stupid tourists, and that didn’t seem too likely to happen any time soon. He didn’t have the materials he needed to set up a quick con since he was low on cash as it was. You needed to have money to make money. Gradually Quinn’s eyes drifted to the stores on either side of him, and he bit his bottom lip in thought. Furniture stores always had valuable stuff in them, but he’d never be able to get out with anything... So he needed to swipe smaller things that he could easily hide in his pockets. Something that would be like taking candy from a baby. Maybe he could take stuff from a candy store? No, no...things were not nearly valuable enough there. A couple handfuls and he wouldn’t be able to carry any more, and it would only be worth a couple bucks. Wait a second! Jewellery store! Yea, those placed were loaded!

A wild grin suddenly capturing his lips, the redhead suddenly decided to run across the road (without looking for cars too) to plaster his face up against the nearest jewellery store window. Oh my. He was already drooling from what he could see in the display window. Well, it was decided then. He’d go in right now to get a look at the place, then he’d come back later tonight after it had closed to disable the security system, and then reap the rewards. It all sounded so simple!

Wiping the grin off his face, and trying to appear as if he was just coming in to browse, Quinn pushed against the front door and walked in. Yea, this would be a piece of cake. Why hadn’t he thought of this before?







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PostSubject: Re: [Hypnos and Deux]   Wed 29 Jul 2009, 10:46 am


His head ached. The sort of headache that makes you wish the rest of the world was in the same amount of pain you were, and other than a small glass of scotch the night before, Alistair had nothing to blame the pain on. Not even his antlers could be blamed, though at this point in the year they were growing again, covered in velvet and annoying him to no end. He swung bare feet onto his rug, and stood up to move, staggering for a moment like a knock-kneed deer.

They were too much at this point to be able to pull a t-shirt over, about a foot long, though only a single point so far. All the same any shirt he tried to pull over his head would probably be stretched, or get tangled, and it was still too early in the morning to deal with such ridiculousness. So yanking open his closet doors, Alistair pulled out a button down shirt, which for work purposes he should have been wearing anyway.

His morning routine was muted today, blanketed by the pain from his headache, Alistair shuffling around his apartment like a zombie, nearly tripping over the corner of the rug in his bedroom as he stumbled to the bath. Showering at a languid pace that was unlike him, he let the water run hot against his skin, trying to soak the pain away. Managing to swallow some aspirin with a breakfast of eggs Alistair snagged the keyring off a hook near the door, slipping socked feet into shoes and making his way down the wide, high ceilinged stair case. His apartment was conveniently located just above the shop he ran, pleasant most times except when the hustle and bustle of the main street outside kept him awake. He ran a hand across his face, stifling his yawn and giving the painkillers in his stomach a mental urge. Onward, damn it, I feel like crap. In the hallway he prodded at the small box on the wall, glowing buttons beeping at him in an annoying pattern. Right. Security system disabled. He'd forgotten that once, and had the most unamusing time explaining to the police that he was not robbing his own store.

Emerging from a backroom Alistair was already shuffling through the keyring in his hand, trying to locate the correct bit of metal from a half dozen to open the front door. He made his way through the main aisle, the walls ringed with waist high display cases, diamonds and emeralds set in golds and silvers, resting on cushions and in tiny boxes. A small aisle ran behind each case, obviously for Alistair to remove said jewelry when time came to sell it. He unlocked the front door, hours before he thought anyone would actually show up, fidgeting here and there with what was in the display cases, locking them securely afterward. With the keyring on it's elastic cord pulled along his upper arm, the keys jingling with every move he made, he reached out to flip the small plastic sign on the door. There. Open. Great. He tried to muffle his pessimism, forcing a smile at no one and peering out the door into the morning sunshine for a moment. Well that was... pleasant.

There was a small table in the back corner of the room, a safe below it and various instruments laid out across it's surface. Slipping back behind the counter it was there Alistair took his seat, blinking pale green eyes as he settled wire-rimmed frames onto his nose. He pulled a small tray out of the safe as his feet, leaned over the desk, and set to work setting stones in a ring for a customer, the little prongs pulled and pushed back into place by a steady hand.

It must have been at least an hour later that Alistair heard the ring of the bell above the door, the male reaching up to run a hand through thick brown hair, and pulling off his glasses to set them on the table.

"Hullo, can I help you find anything?" He finished his turn, standing now at his even height of six feet, one hand reaching up to rub at the red mark the glasses left on the bridge of his nose, the other resting on the glass of the display case. Yeah the signs said not to lean on them, but it was his own damn store. He tried not to make an obvious face at his new patron. A kid. Yeesh. He looked dirty and vaguely unkempt. But pushing aside the prejudice that told him all kids were just here to see what they could steal Alistair kept his face pleasantly interested. Maybe he had a girlfriend. A girlfriend with expensive tastes.







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PostSubject: Re: [Hypnos and Deux]   Wed 29 Jul 2009, 10:49 am


Well, it looked like there were going to be a few problems to get past already, but as long as he stayed away from this guy with the sharp things coming out of his head, he should be fine. What were those things? He kinda wanted to touch them. Just to see what they felt like and how easily they could skewer him like a piece of meat. Ooch...there’d be lots of blood if that happened. Better not think of that unless he wanted to start getting dizzy though. To combat those nauseating thoughts, he slapped one of his best fake smiles that showed off his pearly whites and directed it the jeweller.

“Just looking around, thanks,” he replied just as meekly and polite as he could. God, it made him want to throw up. This numbskull didn’t deserve any thank you! At least, not until he walked away with half the store in his pockets, and then his only thank you would be said with a smirk upon his lips. This dope would never see it coming. Or maybe he would...? There was something about this guy’s face that suggested that he was already suspicious about him, and that’s when Quinn clued into a couple things.

Perhaps he should have planned his surveying of this place a little bit better. Maybe he should have combed back his unkempt hair, and possibly change into clothing that didn’t have little trails of dust clinging to it still. And it probably would have been a good idea too if he had not wandered in her with a shady looking bag slung over one shoulder. Yea, he definitely could have planned this a little better. Well, there was no time to freak out now and dart out. That would really look suspicious, and then he might ruin his chances of getting into this place tonight. So he just made his little round around the store, stopping here and there to peer at a particularly large jewel before he forced himself to stop drooling over it and continue on. Man, this guy must be loaded! Maybe he’d have to figure out where this guy lived too and see what valuables were in his house later. Although, that might be pushing it a little bit.

“Well, I’ll definitely be back,” Quinn announced after he had finished his round, but this time with a real smile instead of a fake one. Oh, yes. He would be back, and he’d pinch every pretty thing in this store that he could carry while he was at it. Still smiling like a loon, Quinn gave a quick wave goodbye to the proprietor and backed out of the door. Ahhhh...he could feel excitement bubbling in his chest already. It was like Christmas! Or a really messed up Christmas, in any case.

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Several hours later, and he was back at the jewellery store again, but this time at the back of the building and poking at the power box. He was pretty sure there was a wire somewhere that was supposed to cut the power to the security system...or was that for outdoor lighting? Why couldn’t this be a computer or something! Feeling mildly frustrated, Quinn decided that he’d just try his luck with the damn thing and began fiddling with it. Alright, that should do it...hopefully. With a quick glance to make sure nobody was on the main street, the redhead darted to the front door and dug into his bag for a moment until he found his lock picking equipment (yet another valuable kept in his box). The lock was none too difficult for someone like him who had spent far too many hours trying to wile away the time by practicing picking them. Anyways, nobody really paid attention to locks anymore. They always relied on the security system to save them!

Snickering away as the lock gave a little click, Quinn hesitantly opened the door and repressed a sigh of relief when no alarm went off. Actually, there was no light at all. Not even a little red dot blinking away somewhere in the corner to suggest that a camera was still recording. Crap, had he cut the power instead? Oh well, same difference in the end. He just had to move a little bit faster just in case someone figured out that the power was out. Of course, sneaking about and seeing what the hell he was doing would have been a lot easier if there was some kind of light. He hadn’t really thought to bring a flashlight...

Hence the reason that he suddenly found himself tripping none too quietly over something and feeling his arm scrape against the corner of what was likely a display case. Fall quietly, he pleaded as he felt his face connect with the floor and the things in his bag clang loudly together. Ahh! Stupid things were doing this on purpose.

“Owwie...” the vampire whimpered quietly and clutched at his arm. Was it wet? He couldn’t tell! Oh my God, was it blood?! Was he going to bleed to death on the floor?! Okay, no time to panic. He just had to pick himself up and abandon this whole thing so he could make it out of here. Now, if only he could get his body to listen to him. It was already in full fledged panic mode.







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PostSubject: Re: [Hypnos and Deux]   Wed 29 Jul 2009, 10:54 am


Alistair blinked, the kid giving him an odd look, part confusion, and he saw the momentary glance directed at his antlers. He fought the self-conscious urge to reach up and touch one of them, and instead moved both hands to the glass counter top. Yeah. He had antlers. Thanks. he could feel his lips starting to frown and pressed them back into a smile, only nodding at the red heads words.

"Alright, well if you need anything let me know." He gave the boy a nod, and went back over to the table, just looking down, poking here and there at the various bits of jewelry scattered across it's surface. He eyed the stiff-backed chair wearily. As suspicious as it looked he really didn't want to sit back down, his back already feeling sore from his previous, hunched over, position. Feeling much older than his 22 years Alistair ran a hand over his face, across one cheek and to the back of his neck. He ran through a mental checklist, customers and the various pieces they were having him work on. Business had actually been doing well lately, and Alistair was starting to get behind on some things. The back room was littered with boxes, filled both with displays and new pieces that he just didn't have the space or time for. What he needed was help, but that involved being both trusting, and most often, being personable. Alistair wasn't very good at that. He could fake it sometimes, but most of his customers came for his skill, not his personality.

He looked up, the redhead leaving, his statement drawing only a nod from Alistair. He didn't think any verbal response would have mattered. He really didn't expect to see the kid again. Ones his age didn't often come back, at least not until their girlfriends dragged them back in, swooning over ever gaudy, massive rings Alistair put in the front window. He finally let loose the sigh he'd been holding in and prepared himself for the rest of the day.

***

Nightfall found Alistair relaxing, a small plastic basket of freshly rinsed mushrooms on the table beside him, and a book in hand. The black font was failing to hold his interest, Alistair's mind wandering, still running busy from the days work. He remembered the red head from earlier, wondering why he smiled, and popping a mushroom in his mouth.

He tried his best again to lose himself in far-off, written worlds, the soft whisper of printed pages and his breath the only sound aside from the distant murmur of the radio in the kitchen, it's volume turned down so low it was barely audible. He was interrupted, rather rudely, by the sudden death of the light bulb in the lamp.

"Damn it..." He swore, frowning in the black. He sighed, letting himself rest for a moment in the silence. Wait.. silence? He paused. Sure enough, the radio had gone silent as well. Was the power out? Using a finger to dog-ear the page of his book, Alistair rose, setting the book on the seat he'd just abandoned, stepping through the faintly outlined doorway of his living room into the hall. He could see the building across the road, and the lights in their windows. What was going-Alistair started. There was a sound from downstairs. If the power was out... He swore under his breath. The security system.

Ignoring the fact that he was clothed only in flannel pajama bottoms, Alistair moved swiftly for the down the dark hall, hand reaching instinctively for the baseball bat that rested in the corner by the door. He gripped it reassuringly, keeping it low by his leg, bare feet padding almost silently down the stairs. He paused on the other side of the door, hand resting on the knob, ears pricked. He could head someone breathing, probably wondering if anyone had heard the noise. Oh. He'd heard alright, and was all to anxious to discourage this thief before he got his hands on anything. Sucking in a breath, Alistair cracked the door, peering through the thin slit, hoping to sneak in as best he could.

And had the situation not been so serious, had his heart not been pounding so loud in his chest, he probably would have laughed. His eyes had adjusted to the darkness now, and with the lights from outside pouring through the front windows it was easy to see the kid sprawled out on his floor now.

"You little shit..." Alistair muttered. He was more confident now, resting the bat on one shoulder as he pushed the door open, stepping across into the store front with a hint of a swagger.

"Nice job, kid." He smirked, letting the bat fall from his shoulder, the end thunking against the ground, just to the left of the intruders head.

"So how's this gonna go?"







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PostSubject: Re: [Hypnos and Deux]   Wed 29 Jul 2009, 10:54 am


Alright. He could get through this. No problem.

One...two...three- MOVE!

Nope, his body just was not going to cooperate with the silent screaming of his brain.

As far as his body was concerned, it was far better to become an irrational mess that whimpered and hyperventilated on the floor rather than book it out of here. At first he had believed that he might be able to get out of this mess if he just kept his eyes tightly shut and stumble toward the door. After all, he wasn’t even really sure if he had cut himself since he was too terrified to open his eyes and check. For all he knew, he could be just fine and dandy minus what might be a nasty bruise. That had been his thoughts at first, but now he could hear silent footsteps and that completely threw reason out the door.

Not that he had much reason in the first place, but when Quinn panicked, his mind typically went wild. First of all, he was absolutely certain that he was bleeding now. No, forget that. He was bleeding to death. Not only that, but the massive amount of blood making a puddle around him on the floor probably attract some kind of blood thirsty guard dog. That would explain the silent footsteps that were slowly getting closer, and closer to him. Oh God, he could see it now! He’d open his eyes and some gigantic slobbering creature with razor sharp teeth would be right above him and ready to use him as some kind of chew toy!

"You little shit..."

Ahhh! It was the dog!

...Wait one moment. Dogs generally didn’t talk, did they?

That sudden realization came right as something loudly struck the ground right near his head, and with a small squeak, his eyes quickly opened. Oh my God! A baseball bat was almost as bad as a dog. The only difference was that he was going to get treated like a piñata rather than a chew toy.

Yelping loudly, the vampire’s body finally seemed to find the inspiration to move, and with one spare glace for the baseball bat, the redhead scrambled off the ground. His chances for getting away were extremely poor as it stood, but he’d forgotten one teensy little thing before he’d opened his eyes a moment ago. If only that little thing wasn’t something that typically inspired him to fall into a dead faint.

Even more unfortunately for him, his sudden getaway put him directly in the streetlights shining from the window, whereas he’d been hiding in the shadow of the display counters before. This light made it painfully obvious to him now that he was in fact bleeding – just not in the way he had imagined it before. However, it didn’t matter much either way. He could have his whole arm swimming in blood and he’d react the exact same way as he would with the little streak of blood seeping from the cut right now.

Two feet was the entirety of the distance he got before the eccentric vampire abruptly stopped dead, and his light green eyes locked on the tiny thread of crimson.

“Oh, shi-“

And that was all the redhead could even think about getting out before both his sight and mind went blank and he unceremoniously fell to the ground and lay there motionlessly. Being a vampire with a severe blood phobia was never easy.








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PostSubject: Re: [Hypnos and Deux]   Wed 29 Jul 2009, 10:55 am


Alistair watched, only vaguely calm, the body on the floor. The kid knew he was caught. Had to. Why else wouldn't he be running right now? At least the bat had scared him, the squeak was a pathetic sound, and when the kids eyes flew open Alistair smirked faintly. And then he was up, faster than Alistair had expected the kid was scrambling for the door. The older male lifted the bat again, but didn't rest it against his shoulder, expecting to have to hit this kid about the shoulders to bring him down.

But the kid had barely made it three feet, Alistair not too far behind him, when he stopped dead. His muttered words barely registered before he'd hit the floor. Alistair blinked. Once. Twice. He lowered the bat gently, and wrapping both hands firmly on the grip, used it to poke the unmoving body in the side. This wasn't another trick was it? Playing opossum? Isn't that was they called it? But... He didn't get up. Alistair relinquished his hold on the weapon, letting it clatter noisily against the ground and roll away, bumping against a case.

He saw the bit of blood immediately, turning the arm of the body on the floor this way and that. It wasn't bad, just a scratch really, not enough to explain the kid's sudden fall into unconsciousness. Well either way, Alistair wasn't going to let him lay here and sneak off whenever he got back up. Kneeling down he pulled the body over his shoulder, and stood easily. The kid was light, and Alistair wondered when the last time he'd had a proper meal was. The older male immediately frowned. No. No sentimental thoughts. This kid was a punk who'd tried to rob him. And in the time he'd spent inspecting the body in the glow of streetlights, he'd recognized that face, the same kid from earlier. Well he'd kept his promise of return, that was for sure. Alistair left the bat, and locked up, carrying his new captive up the stairs to his apartment.

For lack of a better place, the kid was dumped on his bed, the small wound on his arm cleaned and bandaged, because Alistair was not going to get sued because the kid was a failure of a burglar. Not to mention he'd hate getting blood on his comforter. He snagged one chair from the pair at his small dinette table, swinging it into the bedroom, shutting the door, and placing himself there. With his book back in hand, and a box pulled up to rest his feet on, Alistair settled himself for a long wait.

Maybe he was growing bitter in his increasing years, (22, he reminded himself, I'm only 22) but Alistair didn't trust the police with this sort of thing. No doubt the kid would be back on the street within a week, this time with a few new friends, and maybe a bat of his own. No, this Alistair would deal with himself. He'd find out where the kid lived, and if he was as young as he looked, have a good talk with his parents.

The reindeer found himself dozing, head dipping low over his book now and again, and each time he snapped back up, blinking rapidly as if that would somehow refresh him. Having a sudden though, Alistair rifled through the box at his feet, pulling out a pair of key rings, each ring having at least a dozen other rings attached, in varying sizes. They were normally used for figuring out what sized ring a person wore, but for now they were just loud, jingly things, and Alistair tied them into the redheads shoelaces. With his chair still backed up against the door, Alistair set his book aside, and let his head fall onto his chest, antlers sticking out in front of him like a natural defense against a predator, and dozed.







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PostSubject: Re: [Hypnos and Deux]   Wed 29 Jul 2009, 10:56 am


Next to nothing was going to wake up Quinn at this point in time. Not the way the bat was prodded against his unmoving body, nor the way his arm was twisted before he was suddenly picked up like a sack of potatoes and slung over one shoulder. Probably a good thing that he wasn’t awake, as the redhead surely would have made a horrible scene by kicking and yelling, and generally winding himself up in a bigger mess than he already was to begin with. And if that didn’t make matters even worse, he’d probably just faint again as soon as he caught a glimpse of his arm, and then they’d be right back at square one.

Not even the ungraceful toss onto the bed could wake the unconscious vampire and he lay lifeless while his arm was tended to. If he’d been awake at that moment rather than out cold, he’d likely be calling Alistair a “filthy mongrel” while screaming that he was going to get some kind of infection just by being near the other male. But that was just another reason why it was a good thing that he was out cold right now. So there he lay for while, basically eagle spread on the bed and not moving a muscle besides the slow rise and fall of his chest.

Of course, being the restless and slightly hyper-active person that he was, Quinn could never stay still for too long, even if he happened to be in a dead faint. It was only few minutes after his captor had started dozing in his chair that Quinn’s eyes suddenly shot open, and he found himself staring up at a ceiling. Certainly not a ceiling that was familiar to him, but that wasn’t really an oddity with the eccentric vampire. Still, instead of immediately darting up and making a beeline for the nearest exit he could find, the green eyed male took a moment to take in his surrounds.

Alright, unfamiliar ceiling – check. The vampire wiggled his fingers a little bit to get a feel of the materiel underneath him. Oh! That was far too comfy and clean feeling to be his blanket, and it certainly couldn’t belong to any of the lowlifes he owed money to either. Think, think. Okay, he just had to retrace his steps. He’d left his apartment, gone to a jewellery store, left it, then came back to rob previously mentioned jewellery store, and... It appeared that’s where things were deciding to stop. Truth be told, he was feeling a little funny right now and his thoughts were not working at his usual pace, so it was probably best just to stay calm until he remembered what happened after he had returned to the store.

Sitting up in bed to get a better view, Quinn began surveying the room around him. Furniture, walls, more furniture, door...thing sitting in front of the door. What a strange looking fellow! He appeared to have horns of some sort, and Quinn couldn’t help but snicker quietly at them. Funny looking things. This guy looked familiar for some reason, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on it. Ah well, maybe he should just get out of here instead of upsetting things.

Swinging his legs over the edge of the bed, the redhead was just about to start looking for an alternate escape route when he noticed that the movement of his legs came with a horrible amount of noise. What the hell? There were things tied to his shoes! And he was quite certain that he hadn’t put those there himself! Glaring daggers at the things tied to his laces, Quinn began to shake his feet furiously in attempt to get them off. Though, all he really achieved in doing was making a horrible racket and getting himself working up over what should be a small matter. But this was Quinn, and to him there were no small matters. Hissing angrily, the vampire brought one foot up to try and tear at them with his teeth, but that quickly resulted in an upset of his balance and he went tumbling off the bed.

The green eyed male barely seemed to notice that he had done so at all, and quickly reached to tear the shoe off his foot, figuring that it had to be easier this way. Perhaps it would have been if he hadn’t torn at it like a maniac he might have been able to untie them, but now the already tiny knots were incredibly tight, and even smaller. This appeared to agitate the seemingly young teen a considerable amount, and in a fit of rage, he quickly sat up and hurled the shoe across the room.

Crash!

The chucked shoe collided right into an unsuspecting lamp, sending both items clattering loudly to the floor, and in more than a few pieces. Yet the vampire didn’t seem to notice a single thing and had already started his attack on the second shoe. One thing was for sure, whoever the guy in front of the door was, he really had his work cut out for him with this strange guest in his house.







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PostSubject: Re: [Hypnos and Deux]   Wed 29 Jul 2009, 10:58 am


Alistair woke with the first gentle cry of the rings, eyelids flickering, though staying closed. He'd never been a particularly heavy sleeper, at least not without a fair few drinks in him, and especially not with another body in his bed. And this one, a captive, no less, no, he'd been more dozing, ready for the first sign of impending struggle.

A gentle tension had seeped through him, but he fought to keep it hidden. The window was locked, and a good story above the ground, and unless the kid was secretly a contortionist, or a shape shifter there was no way he was crawling out through the small heating register in his floor, and that just left the door behind him. Lying in wait, Alistair would simply feign sleep till the kid was close enough to grab. Oh, the element of surprise. It had worked earlier, hadn't it? Of course, the kid had already sort of taken himself out... But maybe this time...

Alistair heard a thump, and couldn't help but peek. God damn it! The kid had taken himself out again! What sort of ridiculous idiot was this guy!? He watched, incredulous as the kid wrestled with his shoes, not even bothering with the rings, just planning on removing the offending piece of clothing entirely, and Alistair wondered faintly what would have happened if he had tied the rings to the kids belt loops, like he'd originally thought of.

But that train of thought was quickly shattered, just like his bedside lamp with the sudden introduction of the red head's shoe. Alistair spluttered something incomprehensible, limbs jerking as he gave up any facade of still being asleep, leaping instead to his feet. Kicking away his makeshift footstool, Alistair dove at the still struggling figure on his floor, now terribly worried about the state of his building.

"What the hell kind of incompetent burglar are you!?" The question wasn't really meant for an answer, but Alistair was at a complete loss. Oh man, maybe he was drugged. That would certainly explain some of his behavior, right? Large hands reached out, the reindeer barely wincing at a sharp bit of pain in his calf, Alistair sure he'd just leaned on a bit of his newly deceased lamp. Ignoring it for now, the jeweler concerned himself more with the task at hand, restraining this wanna-be thief.

"Calm down! I haven't even called the cops... yet." The last word was an afterthought, and probably nothing more than a threat, but the red head on the floor surely didn't know that. Alistair tried to pin down the kid on his carpet, if for no other reason than to stop his flailing, and preserve the rest of his belongings. Not that Alistair had many breakables around, no, he wasn't really the type to collect delicate little knick-knacks, but when that kid was involved, and throwing limbs and shoes around like they were nothing, well Alistair was honestly a little worried about himself as well, only hoping a flailing elbow didn't catch him in the nose. That would put him in a decidedly bad mood.

Although Alistair was already perilously close to such a state, already being torn away from his book and his mushrooms, to deal with some botched burglary, and the idiot burglar, who didn't seem to posses an ounce of the natural grace one normally expected from jewelry store thieves. But at this point he was only plagued with mild annoyance, mostly at the sudden loss of his bedside lamp, and the now jagged shard he could feel in his leg, probably dripping the faintest bit of blood, or at least it would be when he rose, and took the pressure off it.







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PostSubject: Re: [Hypnos and Deux]   Wed 29 Jul 2009, 10:59 am


Quinn had almost entirely forgotten that there was another body in the room. He was much too focused on removing his other shoe and then plotting his revenge on the insufferable things. Well, he’d officially decided what the cause of all his problems was. Shoes. Yea, it was all their fault. They were the reason every single time one of his plans failed or when he was detected. If he just went around barefoot, nobody would ever hear those things clunking against the ground. He also couldn’t throw them angrily and shatter a lamp if he wasn’t wearing them. That made perfect sense! ...But then again, there was also a higher chance of picking up something sharp and cutting his poor feet to shreds. Oh! He just couldn’t have that. There was far too much blood in that plan.

Deciding that he wouldn’t do away with shoes entirely until after he got his retribution on the terrible things, the redhead kept struggling insistently until he abruptly noticed a pair of hands pinning him down to the floor. Were those his hands? Quinn experimentally wiggled his. Nope, those were still gripped in a battle to the death with his other shoe. Anyways, those other hands were far too large and ugly to be his. Then who the hell was touching him? A grimace crossed over the vampire's face as he looked up at his captor. Nothing in his expression suggested that he had heard a single word the other male had said despite the fact that he was almost as terrified of cops as he was of blood.


“Get off me, you glorified coat rack!” he spat, wiggling his limbs around frantically as if that would somehow save him. Who the hell was this idiot trying to pin him down anyways? He really did look vaguely familiar! Perhaps he’d run into this fleabag before? Maybe nicked a few personal items from him? He definitely looked like someone that he’d steal from. Quinn only pick pocketed the stupid looking ones and this guy certainly fit the bill. A smug little smirk replaced the grimace his lips had held just a moment ago as he prepared to unleash a volley of insults on his unsuspecting captor. However, preparing was about as far as he managed to get.


“Listen, you flea infested nincompoop, why don’t you--“


He’d frozen – any blood in his pale face draining as he finally became aware of the all too familiar scent just barely wafting around the room.


“EEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHH!”


If nothing had been holding Quinn down, he likely would have shot off like a rocket to the nearest hiding place. He attempted it, in any case, with the area under the bed as his destination. Of course, since his pitiful frame was barely able to do much more than support himself, he didn’t get anywhere. All he managed to do was work himself up into a bigger panic as he began to flail wildly. He was stuck. Held. Pinned. Trapped. Caught. Captive.


Another screech ripped through his throat as he worked himself further and further into panic, while thrashing about madly until he had somehow managed to flip himself over on his stomach. Instead of just kicking his legs at random when he had been on his back, Quinn was finally able to use them to push himself away. Which he did without any regard for anything or anyone around him. As long as he got under that bed, he couldn’t care less what happened to get damaged in the process.


Sounds like some creature gone mad from fear were coming from him as he gracelessly stuffed himself under the bed. The moment he got under, Quinn wrapped himself up in as tight a ball as he possibly could and covered his head with his hands. Although, he did stop pulling himself into the fetal position for a moment – if only to reach one arm up to blindly grope for the blanket and drag it under with him. Even a little more of a barrier from the blood helped. Yet he was still shaking quite violently; the whole blanket vibrating from his tremors.


“Go clean yourself up! Get a band-aid! Anything!” came his muffled plea from under the bed as he pulled the blanket tighter around him. The world hated him today. He was sure of it.







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