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Post by Locked Out on Jul 14, 2006 16:40:42 GMT -5
OOC: Yup. Thanks. I just posted to say I'm back from camp. I'm so tired I can't hardly think, let alone think straight (not that I ever do...but...)
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Post by merry on Jul 15, 2006 11:22:55 GMT -5
..but i don't know whats happenning... we need a bag guy, how about my character's vampire father? or do you have any better ideas?
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Post by Frodo on Jul 15, 2006 14:01:24 GMT -5
OOC: Bad guy? How about..... ..............................uh........................ ...............Can't-think-straight-man!.........?
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Post by Locked Out on Jul 16, 2006 13:23:02 GMT -5
OOC: I've got two bad guys waiting to make more of an appearance, just give me a bit. Lanyon's not too trusting of Vidar at the moment due to the radio-news he's been listening to lately. If that needs a refresher course in your mind, go back to my first post (it's not Vidar, by the way). So he'll probably bring up the subject sometime soon, if only to be clear on that account. Lanyon will occasionally beat around the bush, but not often, and this isn't one of those times.
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Post by Locked Out on Jul 16, 2006 13:47:44 GMT -5
OOC: Okay, scratch the last two sentences of the post above. I just reread the all the in character posts and realized that Lanyon can't know that the news on the radio was linked to another vampire. However, that does not mean that I do not have some villians that would just love to make reappearances. And Lanyon's still not sure what to make of Vidar just yet, or Rose.
I've got a post for Menadue waiting, but I still need to edit it. Anyways, we've got bad guys, we just need more of a plot line. I've got some vague ideas but nothing all that definite.
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Post by Frodo on Jul 19, 2006 20:18:31 GMT -5
OOC: *repeatedly bangs head into keyboard*
Do you guys not get it? ROLE-PLAYS. okay? ROLE..... PLAYS. You make it up as you go along. You get your idea down before other people do and you just go with it, whether you like it or not. There's no mamby-pamby "ooh-let's hit the pause button and ask if all this is alright-thing". You just Flippin' post!
If you guys want to write a novel, then sure, go right ahead. But ROLE-PLAYS are supposedly fast-paced and really crazy and all that and a bag of chips.
so just go for the throat, darn it! Rose hasn't said a word and is still sitting there, Lanyon is yes, sorta beating around the bush, and there's been no apearrance of Mr. Bad guy(s), and you know what? Thats pefectly fine. We'll get there
.....*goes on ranting and banging head before giving up still muttering*...
Forgive me for my mood. I did just want to point it out though...
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Post by merry on Jul 20, 2006 21:54:29 GMT -5
OOC: but i don't know what to say... and if i don't then i don't think rose does eather...
IC: there was a long awkward silence, each seemed fearful and unsure come on say some thing some one, say any thing... Rose thought Ok! fine! I'll talk. "Hi! So who are you? I'm Rose,"a pause ,"So, what your names? come on talk... uhh... Nice weather were having... " Rose scratched her head. Maybe I shouldn't have said anything...
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Post by Frodo on Jul 21, 2006 21:10:53 GMT -5
OOC: Thank you Merry
IC: Vidar rocked onto the balls of his feet as the silence grew uncomfortable. Suddenly the dhampire spoke, a small lilting girl's voice - why he had expecting something low and chilling to come from her, he did not know. "so you can speak," he muttered with a slow smirk after she trailed off nervously. "Rose fits you," he added, with a slight nod at her strange eyes.
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Post by Frodo on Jul 21, 2006 21:11:09 GMT -5
OOC: man this is slow going...
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Post by Locked Out on Jul 22, 2006 23:05:39 GMT -5
Lanyon felt a twinge of pity as Vidar smirked at the girl. She was obviously bewildered, and more than a little out of place in the alley. "It does suit you." He gave her a tentative smile. "I've never met a dhampire before."
Turning to Vidar, he took in the other man's haggard state. "You need human blood in a bad way, chap. I'd still prefer you not to feed off my neighbors but I don't reckon it can be helped."
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Post by Frodo on Jul 23, 2006 13:55:46 GMT -5
"Yeah, I - I do," Vidar said, rubbing the back of his neck. "I was on the very prowl tonight." He had loosened up a great deal, knowing the dhampire meant no harm, and that she really was only in part a human girl. And this other man, Lanyon, seemed kindly enough. "I won't bother your neighbors - just - " But then the weak yellow beam of a flashlight fell on the alleyway's cobblestones, and the heavy-foot-fall of a policeman's boot was heard. Vidar threw a panicked look at Lanyon. He wasn't sure if he had the strength to change into the innocent alley-cat or the sharp-eyed raven. Instead he inched around the corner of the building, hoping the other two would find places of their own to hide.
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Post by merry on Jul 23, 2006 15:53:31 GMT -5
just a rose was about to ask 'whats a dhampire?' a chill of fear came over her. someone was coming. instantly all was silent one of the others hid, good idea Rose quickly and very cautiously climbed onto a large trash can that stood next to her and from there climbed on to the roof. there the crouched down low and watched.
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Frodo but not a stranger
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Post by Frodo but not a stranger on Aug 2, 2006 0:54:41 GMT -5
OOC: uhhh.....now what?
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Post by merry on Aug 7, 2006 22:17:44 GMT -5
then, the police man turns in to a werewolf!
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Post by Locked Out on Aug 17, 2006 16:26:00 GMT -5
Slightly alarmed, Lanyon briefly considered shifting before simply lounging against the wall of the alleyway. He had found the best way to send unwanted company on its way was to simply act as though there was nothing to hide. The thuds rounded the corner, and the light was directly in his eyes.
"You're out a tad late, mate. Curfew innit far off. Nothin' good comes of being out these hours. My job's busiest nearer this time, most shifts. Best not to wander, mate." The officer was stocky, with a nose that had been broken several times, and a rather out of date bowl-cut. All in all, he was a run of the mill law-man, if a bit fond of chatting.
"I was having a bit of a smoke, sir. My landlady doesn't look too kindly on stinking up the rooms." A cigarette packet was peeking from the corner of Lanyon's wasteband, so if the story wasn't convincing, at least it couldn't be discredited. He'd learned long ago to keep "personal items" on him at all times, even if he never used them. (Couldn't use them, to be more precise. Smoke does rather disconcerting things to a dead body's lungs.)
"You can't be older'n seventeen. You're too scrawny."
"Overworked, underpaid, just like yourself. I top twenty years, barely." The cop eyed him askance before giving up.
"Watch your step, then. Hasn't been pleasant roundabouts lately, what with that confounded suicide. No reason a mate that well off should be killing himsel'. Those two little holes have more to do with't than my superiors reckon, I'll wager. Poison n' a cover up, mate. I've seen it before. Well, in neighborhood like this, I 'spect you know all about such things." Lanyon gave a careless nod, and the boots receded. He waited a few minutes before pushing himself from the wall, frowning in thought.
"You can get out of the trashcan now, dhamphire. He hasn't gone very far, but I don't think he'll be back this way."
Two holes? the back of his mind prickled warily. Surely this Vidar he'd just met had nothing to do with it. The lack of human blood was so pronounced that there was no question of the other vampire's having fed at all within the past year. But the officer's comment had worried him. It showed more than simple forgetfulness or inexperience on the feeder's part. Lanyon would go so far as to say it was evidence of reckless indifference. Whoever drank that night was purposefully toeing the line between implicit and obvious.
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