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Post by Toshiya Marcellus on Aug 24, 2008 18:58:40 GMT -5
((This is continued from an Y!M RP))
Toshiya walked into the Lounge feeling a bit between happy and neutral. Sheridan would be coming home soon from his trip overseas. And for tonight, he was spending the night out with his sire in an attempt to cheer the man up. He made a mental note to punish Elektra for leaving him with a moping Seppuku. But on the other hand it couldn't be helped. The two were just mopey when they were apart. There was no getting around it. The youth shrugged slightly looking over his shoulder to the man in question. They had just come from the tattoo parlor each getting a tat of his own. Toy's was just something small and tribal on his ankle, nothing extravegant. While Seppuku's had taken a few hours. He only hoped that this was going to be enough activity to keep the older man occupied for the night.
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Seppuku
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Post by Seppuku on Aug 24, 2008 19:38:50 GMT -5
It was true... He was moping, and with good reason. His companion, the light to his dark, had left earlier that weekend for one reason or the other - leaving him reminiscing about the bliss they shared just moments before her departure. Oh, what a night that was. He closed his eyes; still able to taste her essence on his tongue, her lithe body against his own… It was enough to drive him mad. The urge to hunt her down was almost unbearable. As a familiar scent emerged, driving him out of his delicious ‘daydream’, he cracked his eyes open and peered up at the sign.
The Lounge
“Joy,” he muttered under his breath. The vampire waited a moment, staring down at his cybergoth attire, before following after the youth. Why he was checking himself, he didn’t know. He assumed it was just an old habit of his and left it at that.
“It’s been awhile,” he whispered, his blue gaze scanning over the Lounge décor. He walked further in, immediately noting the lack of business this place had since the last time he stepped foot through those doors. Over by the window, a lone booth called to Seppuku. The dark haired man quickly replied by seating himself near the window, avoiding the haunting stares of the other guests. Once comfortable, he looked over his recent tattoo and admired the detail surrounding the Virgin Mary’s somber form.
“Too bad I can’t talk Elektra into getting a tattoo,” he said softly, folding his hands on the table. It was hard enough trying to talk her into piercing her navel, and that was… beautiful. He shook his head slowly, ridding himself of such thoughts. It was just something he didn’t talk about to others, especially to his young childe. Then again, Toy was just as guilty.
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Post by Toshiya Marcellus on Aug 24, 2008 20:02:59 GMT -5
Naturally Toshiya let Seppuku lead the way to their seat. He knew the man preferred booth seats away from everyone else and in ways so did he. He took a seat across from the other man absently aware of is words. Toshiya couldn't remember a week that he didn't come to this place to either do his homework or to study. It was a little fluke of his where he couldn't concentrate unless he was surrounded by noises. He looked to his sire as the man looked over his tattoo. Toy wondered if he'd ever get enough nerve to get anything bigger than the little tattoos he had. He doubted it. Sheridan liked the way his skin and body was.
He turned his attention from that knowing that he'd start missing the man all over again. He tilted his head as Seppuku spoke about convincing Elektra to get a tattoo. "Have you tried asking really really really nicely." He asked half joking. He knew his sire had his way of getting his way with Elektra. Of course he wouldn't ask for details of the matter. It was none of his business. He waved a waiter over instead.
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Seppuku
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The Shy One
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Post by Seppuku on Aug 24, 2008 20:43:53 GMT -5
”Have you tried asking really really really nicely.”
“No, not really…”
A faint smile formed across his pale colored lips, evident of his growing amusement in his childe. He had such a diverse group of childer, he thought. Each one with their own special personality, but they remained loyal to him; almost to the point of worship. It made him sick, but he allowed it – not being able to change how they viewed their ‘father’. They were like maggots feasting upon a corpse. Their tiny mouths working themselves into the seat of satisfaction… The corpse, too weak to fend them off.
As the waiter approached their table, Seppuku lowered his gaze for a moment - forcing his eyes to remain their vibrant blue instead of the pitch black that enveloped his sight during bloodlust. In order to distract himself from the thought of murder, he pondered his choice in drink for the evening by running over a mental list of alcoholic beverages…
“Do you have the ingredients to make Irish Car Bombs?” he asked, shifting his gaze up to the man. He inclined his head, a soft ‘hum’ emitting from his taut lips.
“I believe we do, sir. Would you like that?”
“Yes and a glass of Guinness.”
The waiter nodded, then turned to face the younger male. While he tended to the boy, Seppuku propped his elbow on the table and rested his chin in the palm of his hand as he stared out the window. The streets were surprisingly busy tonight. His eyes scanned over each man, woman, and child as they passed by. He could hear their heartbeats… Taste their blood upon his lips… Apparently, the lust he had for his absent companion was fueling his lust for blood as well.
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Post by Toshiya Marcellus on Aug 24, 2008 20:58:07 GMT -5
"Maybe if you tried the puppy eyes." Toshiya thought aloud. He tilted is head closing his eyes for a moment as he listened to the waiter approaching. The steps were a little louder in his ears than normal. It made them twitch slightly. He opened his eyes when the waiter finally arrived to take the order. He looked over to Seppuku watching the man who seemed to be struggling with something. For a moment he thought they were going to have another episode like the one when they last went out to eat. He absently wondered whatever became of the body of the waitress but didn't answer. Instead, he looked up as the waiter turned to face him in question. "Um...southern comfort if you have it." He asked.
The man nodded jotting down the order before turning away. Toshiya watched him go before turnign back to his sire. "I guess you'll want to 'eat' or kill something after this..." He ventured. The statement had came naturally without one grimace from the teen. If one had saw him earlier during the year, he would have cringed at the very thought of someone being killed. Yet, he still respected and remained loyal to Seppuku. In ways he couldn't help it. He would suppose that it had something to do with being disowned by his biiological father. Naturally he'd want to cling to the first person that came close to being a father to him. That person just happened to be Seppuku.
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Post by Seppuku on Aug 24, 2008 21:30:25 GMT -5
”I guess you’ll want to ‘eat’ or kill something after this…”
He snapped back to reality, his gaze shifting over to the younger male across from him. Seppuku muttered something under his breath and closed his eyes briefly, placing his hands down in his lap. “Just don’t let me kill children.” His voice was low and stern, letting Toy know that he was serious. What was once a curse, became an obsession. A week ago, he came close to taking the life of a young human, but his sire… his mother would not approve of him destroying a child’s dreams. Children didn’t deserve to live, he thought. The overgrowing population could use a good cut down…
He lifted his gaze back to Toy, forcing a smile. “Other than that, yes… I am getting a little hungry,” he tilted his head slightly, adding emphasis to his words. There wasn’t much telling how long the vampire could go without the sight of blood spilling around his feet.
The waiter returned just moments later with their order – sitting the various glasses in the middle of the table. As the waiter walked away, Seppuku reached over and slid the two glasses of Guinness, a shot of whiskey, and a small bottle of Irish cream towards him. Without another thought, he took the Irish cream and poured a small amount over the whiskey and lifted the shot – giving it a once over – before dropping it (the glass and all) into a pint of Guinness. The vampire immediately took hold of the frosted glass and downed its contents before the concoction settled.
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Post by Toshiya Marcellus on Sept 26, 2008 16:18:11 GMT -5
Toshiya nodded at the order to make sure that his sire didn't kill any children. Even if he didn't get the order, he was pretty sure that he'd protest the killing of kids. Not that he liked them. Oh no, children were scary little creatures but because...well they were kids. The human that was still left in the teen demanded that he didn't let it happen. He looked back to Seppuku as he lifted his gaze to him. Nodding at what was said, he barely paid attention when his drink was placed on the table. He picked it up and took an absent sip. Southern Comfort was nasty shit. He wrinkled his nose figuring that whatever taste he had for the drink was now gone.
He pushed his glass away before looking over at Seppuku just as he downed his order. He had to hand it to the older man, he could definately put away some liqour.
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