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Post by SORREL DALLAS TAYLOR on Apr 7, 2019 22:23:15 GMT 1
Shower time really was his favorite time. Who didn't enjoy a good reason to get naked without anyone finding it weird? He hadn't gotten a room with a shower of his own, so he'd made his way there with his iPod for when he was drying off and his slippers. Sure, he'd worn proper clothing beforehand, but it had all sort of gone into the laundry machine and he didn't have the patience for waiting around for it to finish right now. Instead, he'd slipped on a pair of clean underpants, his slippers and wrapped himself up in towels before putting his music on and deciding to dance his way back to his room for the night. Sorrel was slightly buzzed, not so much that it entirely shut out the ghosts right now, but the music did the rest of the trick with that one. Unfortunately, he wasn't particularly paying attention to where he was going either as he knew the way back to his room relatively well. Or at least, well enough that he felt comfortable dancing and twirling and occasionally closing his eyes. Which didn't particularly help when he bumped into someone and landed on his ass. "Sorry!" he shouted, forgetting for a moment that his music was way up. OZYMANDIAS GERARD PROPHET
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Post by OZYMANDIAS GERARD PROPHET on Apr 8, 2019 2:34:22 GMT 1
It was late enough for Ozymandias to walk the grounds without fear of turning to dust, but not late enough for all the non-night residents to be tucked away into their beds. While the creatures of the night were easy to relate to, he actually enjoyed human interaction. He walked down the halls, ready to take a shower and officially start his day. He could actually do with some breakfast first. There was a gnawing hunger that he couldn't quite shake, but Ozymandias was on one of his binges. It was a lot easier to reject blood when it was being served in blood bags. He nearly gagged at the thought. If it wasn't fresh, he didn't want it.
The halls were mostly empty, so he found himself reciting the text form of his favorite authors and poets, Edgar Allen Poe. The Cask of Amontillado seemed fitting for the walk. He knew most of the man's work by heart. It was all so morbid and fulfilling. A reflection of his own life the pasts two years. "....A succession of loud and shrill screams, bursting suddenly from the throat of the chained form, seemed to thrust me violently back. For a brief moment I hesitated, I trembled. Unsheathing my rapier, I began to grope with it about the recess; but the thought of an inst- what the fuck!?"
He was cut off as someone bumped into him rather roughly. He shot the man a glare, before his gaze quickly averted. He cleared his throat and gave the guy a sideways glance to make sure his eyes were not deceiving him. Admittedly, he'd somewhat noticed the guy coming down the hall towards him, but he'd ignored him for the most part. Sometimes it was best to ignore the people around here. Oz had been in his own world, and it seemed the other had been too, right up until their worlds had collided. It wasn't like he was expecting the guy to go dancing right into him.
His glare disappeared as the younger male shouted that he was sorry. Ozymandias rolled his eyes and held out a hand to help the guy up. "Don't be sorry, be careful." Clumsy little shrimp. "And stop yelling, I can hear you. Just because you're going deaf from your music doesn't mean the rest of us want to join the party."
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Post by SORREL DALLAS TAYLOR on Apr 8, 2019 21:35:24 GMT 1
Sorrel really hadn't been paying too much attention to what was happening around him, it was just how he enjoyed living life because it also meant he didn't have to pay attention to the ghosts. Easily distracted was definitely a term that could be applied to him and it certainly applied here, he hadn't even seen the vampire until he was laying on the ground. It wasn't until after he'd shouted and accepted the hand to get back on his feet that he realized his music was still playing and turned it off. "Sorry," he said again, this time in a more normal voice. "It helps drown out the ghosts," he explained. "Doesn't matter what they're doing, if I can't hear them, they're not a bother," he said, shrugging slightly. It just seemed more humane somehow to not banish them all, as long as he kept his father at bay, he could live with the others. "You should totally join the party. It's where all the fun stuff happens," he said, chuckling slightly. "Man, you're cold. You ok there?" Of course, if he'd been sober he probably would've realized the reason he was cold was because he was a vampire, but as it was his mind hadn't quite gone there yet.
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Post by OZYMANDIAS GERARD PROPHET on Apr 8, 2019 22:31:28 GMT 1
Ozymandias gave a shrug when Sorrel apologized again, this time using his inside voice. He appreciated the change in tone, it meant his ears wouldn't be ringing later. "What do you mean it drowns out the ghosts?" The writer raised a brow in curiosity before he cracked a joke. "Don't tell me, you're going to say something like 'I see dead people.'" He'd seen The Sixth Sense enough times to be amused by such a classic joke. Everyone here seemed like they were off their rocker, but Ozzy knew good and well that the supernatural was real. He just had to get it in his mind to accept the fact and stop thinking of everything as a bad joke. I'm living a B-rated movie, he thought to himself with an inaudible snicker.
Damn, he'd missed the perfect opportunity to go, 'Holy shit, you can see me!?' Oh well, an opportunity wasted couldn't be recovered, but maybe there would be another time. After all, he was technically dead. "I think my partying days are over, but thanks for the offer," he mused. Ozymandias gave a chuckle of his own as the guy expressed what he assumed to be concern. "Kind of hard to stay warm when you're a vampire." He tucked his hands into his jacket pocket. Why he chose to wear a jacket was beyond him, but hey, it looked nice. "Where're your clothes?" Honestly, who walked around in public with nothing but a towel, no matter how empty the halls were.
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Post by SORREL DALLAS TAYLOR on Apr 10, 2019 15:11:13 GMT 1
He couldn’t help but laugh slightly at the joke. He’d heard it a bunch of times before really. It wasn’t very original. “Don’t have to say it now that you have,” he said, raising an eyebrow slightly. Seemed a bit redundant really at this point. “Like I said, easier to ignore someone if you can’t hear them,” he added as an afterthought. Yeah, he should probably be good and head to bed, but he wasn’t interested in sleep right now, he wanted to know who this guy was and why he looked so… well... grumpy for lack of a better word. “Never too late to get back to a party,” he said, shrugging slightly. Well. It might be too late when you were dead and not undead, but that was a different matter entirely and not what they were talking about here. Oh. Vampire. That explained the cold. “Laundry,” he replied, as if it was the most obvious answer in the whole world. Was to him anyway. “Who needs clothes anyway? I’m perfectly decent. Got my last pair of clean boxers on and everything.”
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Post by OZYMANDIAS GERARD PROPHET on Apr 11, 2019 21:41:14 GMT 1
Color him surprised, the guy wasn't kidding. He could really see ghosts. Ozymandias was half tempted to wave his hand through the air, seeing if he could touch what was seemingly invisible to him, but not his fellow resident. Could he touch it? Could Sorrel touch it!? Or was he only able to see the not so dearly departed? "Sorry," he apologized. "I really thought you were joking." He sort of felt like a jackass. Ozzy ran a hand through his messy hair. "Mind if I ask you something?" He paused. "These ghosts that you see, are they in the same condition as when they died? Or do they get to take on whatever form they wish?" He genuinely wanted to know. Was a motor vehicle accident victim bruised and bloodied, or did they look perfectly normal?
"Best I not fall back into my old partying days. They were pretty wild, but I'm not a kid anymore if you catch my drift." Those really had been the good old days. Not a care in the world. Not once had it crossed his mind that being dead meant he could completely drop his old life and go back to doing the things he'd once enjoyed. He looked the guy over once, the corner of his mouth quirking a bit as Sorrel explained that he was down to his last pair of clean boxers. What was this guy? Twelve? Who the hell waited that late to do laundry.
"Yeah...okay, sure. This," he motioned to the towel, "wouldn't be considered decent where I'm from, but hey, whatever floats your boat man. I'm still new, so maybe I don't know much about how things are run around here." He gave a Gaelic shrug and leaned back a bit. "What ya listening to?"
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Post by SORREL DALLAS TAYLOR on Apr 15, 2019 13:16:33 GMT 1
Sorrel knew his kind of gift was often portrayed in movies or tv shows so he wasn't offended in the slightest. "It's not x-ray vision or super strength, but it allows for borrowing abilities for brief periods of time. But who wants to be possessed to achieve that?" While he might agree to something like that with nice ghosts, he wouldn't willy-nilly let ghosts in. The question made him chew the inside of his cheek for a moment though. "It depends," he said finally. "First time I see them, they kinda look like how they died, but if I help make them somewhat solid they look like how they were when they were alive. Some of them have been around long enough to know how to manipulate their appearance on their own though." Sorrel had a vague memory of playing with an elderly woman when he was little, but he couldn't remember her looking dead to him. Of course, that might also be because he'd been so young at the time.
While normally quick to invite people along to a party, he had to respect the guy's decision to put his party days behind him. "Well, fair warning if you get hungry, I'm not a suitable donor in that case," he informed him. He wasn't opposed to donating, but his blood was rarely clean if he got things his way. "If it weren't for being orphaned and haunted by my parents, I would have managed to stay sober, as it is... Well, kinda hard to focus on quieting the right ghosts with constant criticism or yelling. Inebriation makes it easier to relax enough to keep the nagging on mute." He had dabbled before their demise for a little peace of mind, but now it was really the best way to keep most ghosts at bay and be able to banish the poltergeist for brief periods of time.
Maybe a towel wasn't decent most places, but with the underpants on at least he wouldn't accidentally flash anyone or the cameras. No dangly bits that way either. "I'm sure they would prefer if I put more on simply because I'm not a shifter, but my only option right now, at least until I get back to my room, is a dress from lost and found and I imagine people would frown more upon that." He himself didn't particularly care, but he knew a dress might raise more eyebrows than just the towel would. "Erm... Right now? Queen. In general? A variety of things, save most modern pop or electronic music."
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Post by OZYMANDIAS GERARD PROPHET on Apr 19, 2019 2:53:54 GMT 1
If there was someone running around here with x-ray vision, Ozymandias wanted to meet them. It seemed like an intrusive gift, but he wasn't going to judge someone for being born that way. "Super strength is overrated. Being a ghost whisperer is far more entertaining." He found that being the typical, classic vampire was boring himself. Strength, speed, smell, and immortality were so basic. He did enjoy flying though. He could reach places he'd never imagined, although he wasn't fond of going too high. He'd rather not accidentally break a leg. He honestly would have preferred if he could turn into a bat or something dramatic. Don't even get him started about having to be invited into places. That was the worst. Right next to being uninvited. Have you ever been thrown out of a bar full force by a bouncer that outweighs you by a hundred pounds? That's how Ozzy liked to describe it. "Now's that's intriguing," he mused. "Borrowing powers at the low cost of possession." He gave a thoughtful expression. "Nah, I'm with you. I like my own space."
The vampire was unblinking as Sorrel explained how the ghosts looked. He'd have thought himself on a bad trip if he saw a ghost looking dead. It amazed him how people managed to function properly with all of these gifts. Some were spectacular, but others seemed to hold a heavy price. Ozymandias was content with being a vampire once he'd started comparing.
Sorrel's honesty left him astonished. He'd been warned by his coven and the staff here about drinking from the living. Everyone that looked tasty, wasn't. Whatever was flowing through their blood would affect him as well. Apparently, Manson had a drug and alcohol problem. He wasn't worried about diseases. He was immune to them. Not that Manson was encouraging him to sink his fangs into willing donors. Damn, I actually miss the days where I had a willing donor. No hunting. No chance of getting drugged. Now I have to survive off of blood bags. "Thanks for the heads up." He appreciated it. "Have you ever considered an exorcist," he asked, only half joking. If he had to be haunted by his parents and excessive ghosts on top of that, he'd be grey. Poor guy must be living a nightmare. Hell, he'd drink too. "Definitely not judging," he said with a small shake of his head.
Was this guy joking? He'd wear a dress? For real? Ozymandias's expression was nothing short of amused because he was doing his hardest not to start laughing. He'd pay to see that. The vampire gave a small shrug after a moment. "Do you think so highly of those that walk amongst you, or do you simply think so little of yourself to value their opinion?" He leaned forward. "Life is short. Time is infinite. Do as you please and fuck the rest." He straightened back up. "Mmm, Queen. I think I could still manage a song or two on the guitar." If anything it would give him something to do when he was bored. "So you're a man of variety." He probably would have asked to listen in if his gaze hadn't kept drifting to Sorrel's carotid artery. He was so hungry, but if he was going to go on a strike, then that meant no blood, least of all from a drunk. Nothing against Sorrel, he just wanted to keep his problem, which meant no secondary drinking or drugs through blood. "Any good music suggestions?"
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Post by SORREL DALLAS TAYLOR on Apr 20, 2019 14:49:29 GMT 1
This guy! He was fascinating. Most people didn’t seem all that impressed or interested when he told them he saw dead people but this guy seemed fascinated. “It’s all fun and games when it’s voluntary, thankfully I have to agree to it beforehand, but not everyone has that option.” He certainly hadn’t had that option before he’d gotten the glyph carved into him. And he wasn’t entirely sure Sage had that option either. “It’s not exactly fun not having any control over your body, or in my case a lot of memories of the last time I accidentally said yes. Don’t even know how I got here because I was glib with my words.” It had certainly taught him a lesson.
Considering a lot of vampires seemed to prefer living donors, it seemed only proper to warn this one that his blood wasn’t suitable if he was one of them. Especially if he wanted to keep his party days behind him. “I should probably ask around and see if anyone here can actually put them to rest. I mean, I think mom got banished while I was possessed, because I haven’t seen her since I got here, but someone helping them find peace would certainly be better.” He would have to ask around and figure something out. Something a little more peaceful than just plain old banishment.
Sorrel couldn’t help but laugh at the question, not to be rude or anything, but because he found it utterly amusing. “I don’t really give a shit, I just don’t want to get dragged to my room to put on appropriate clothing when I’m decent.” It had happened his first day, but he was trying to at least avoid having to stay in his room. “I like you man, you’re real.” He wasn’t pretending to be something he wasn’t and he loved that. “You got a phone? Could just send you a playlist if you’d like.”
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Post by OZYMANDIAS GERARD PROPHET on Apr 21, 2019 17:02:06 GMT 1
Ozymandias was interested in things and people that were not like him. If he spent too much time around the same old stuff he'd eventually get bored. Sure he'd spent the last few years of his life doing the same old routine, but this was the supernatural world. There were angels and demons, ectomancers and elementals, sirens and nymphs. The variety was endless. The last thing he wanted to do was sit back and chat with another vampire. He'd had enough of that to last him a lifetime. It was a bit too mundane for his taste, especially when talking with the older ones. They were so boring and dry, almost as if they'd lost their spark in life but were too afraid to walk into the sun.
Ozzy couldn't say he blamed them. Sunlight hurt as bad as holy items, times ten. He'd attempted to walk into the light during one of his less stable days after being turned. It hadn't worked out very well. Was a stake to the heart a better option? He didn't know. He hadn't exactly been jumping to the front of the line to volunteer for that one.
The vampire couldn't imagine how strange it must be to share a body with a complete stranger, fun and games or not. He pitied the people who couldn't say no to their ghostly 'friends'. "Sorry to hear that." Control was something a lot of people took for granted, himself included. There had been many nights where his instincts had left him covered in someone else's blood. Losing control as a vampire was so much worse than losing control while high on heroin. "It's better now, right?" He wasn't worried about Sorrel being possessed and hurting him, he just wanted the guy to have a somewhat decent life. Everyone deserved that much.
There was a difference between banishing and putting them to rest? He guessed that mad since. He made a small face when Sorrel stated his mom might have been banished. Well, that was depressing. He wasn't all that great with being supportive, so for a short while he just stood there. "Good luck?" What else was he supposed to say? Sorry she's gone or would good riddance have been more appropiate? He hadn't exactly lived the good life with his folks. They'd been a pain in the ass with their holier than thou attitudes.
Oz didn't mind the guy laughing at the question. It wasn't like he was expecting a serious reply back. Ozymandias really thought that life was too short to waste it on worrying about what everyone else thought about you. If anything they should be minding their own business. "For the dress or for being naked. Excuse me, partly naked." He smirked. "I didn't think I was fake, but okay," he mused, clearly teasing the little human. Oz couldn't bother with pretending. It had never been his style. You were either 100% or you were kidding yourself. He pulled out his phone and handed it over to the man in the towel.
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Post by SORREL DALLAS TAYLOR on Apr 27, 2019 19:02:43 GMT 1
It seemed the best thing about this place was full of fascinating living things as well, not just ghosts. It was something else. Maybe he'd been brought here for a reason, and he kinda liked that. "Yeah, just have to be careful about my words," he said, chuckling slightly. "Never say yes to a dead person, and it won't be an issue ever again." He had learned that lesson at least. Had to keep his hands on enough of a stash of something or other to keep his focus enough to not say yes out of desperation.
Sorrel nodded slightly at his words. "Appreciate it." There wasn't much else to be said about it really. Not right now. He'd need help to properly get rid of his father and it seemed best to find someone to help him be put to rest than anything else. At least that way he'd be free of him for good, and if he needed to call on him, hopefully he'd be his old self and not the pain in the ass he could be now. Thanks to Sage though, he had managed to keep him at bay for a while now.
If there was one thing he enjoyed more than anything, it was people who were unashamedly themselves. "More people should be themselves," he said simply. "Makes the world much more interesting when everyone isn't just trying to please someone else." He didn't particularly like people pleasers like that. Sending himself a message from the guy's phone, Sorrel handed it back. "I'll send you a list when I get back to my phone," he said.
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Post by OZYMANDIAS GERARD PROPHET on Apr 28, 2019 17:28:52 GMT 1
Some people didn't have filters, Oz was one of them. He could understand the necessity of having to be careful, but he didn't practice it. For instance, "Does that include me," he asked with a smirk. "You know since I'm technically dead and all." He was of course joking. Ozymandias didn't think he could offer Sorrel anything worth saying yes to anyhow.
Ozymandias agreed. It was boring when everyone tried to be the same. The world needed variety, individuals, fresh ideas. "We're always watching shows about the zombie apocalypse, but I'm starting to think we're already there. Mass of people blindly following the blind." He took his phone back. "By get your phone back, you mean it's in your bedroom considering your lack of clothes, and not by it's been confiscated, right?" He was looking amused, the corner of his lips curled in a small smile. "Hey, just out of curiosity, are zombies real?" He hadn't asked because the man was an ectomancer. If it had come up in conversation with anyone else, he'd have still asked.
Notes: Sorry it's so short. Next time will be better.
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Post by SORREL DALLAS TAYLOR on May 1, 2019 10:40:51 GMT 1
Sorrel didn't really have much of a filter himself, he just needed to be careful about that one particular word or anything that could conceivably be interpreted as agreeing. "Technically dead and dead dead are very different," he pointed out, chuckling slightly. "Don't worry, always say yes to vampires and any kind of fun, just not the haunting kind of dead." He knew the guy was joking from his tone, but he wanted to clarify anyway. It seemed like a good point to have made clear because he kind of liked the 'technically dead' a lot better than most ghosts.
Oz made a good point. Most people were just followers in his experience. It was nice to meet so many people here who weren’t afraid of being themselves. Maybe that was something that was unique to supernaturals? Far fewer followers? “Yes, it’s safely in my bedroom,” he said, chuckling slightly. “Seemed safer to bring this in case I dropped it on the wet floor,” he said, holding up his iPod. “I mean, I am mostly human after all, reflexes aren’t the best.” Yeah, if he’d dropped his phone while drying off, or had it on him when he left his room, it would’ve been ruined now because it’d either have soaked on the floor or accidentally wound up in the washing.
He was scratching his head at the question of zombies though. “Erm... there’s a terrifying though,” he said, before adding: “never seen one, should ask the resident necromancer. Kinda imagine if they do exist, it’s more the mindless voodoo kind than typical zombie movies because we might all be dead otherwise.” He really didn’t know the answer to that for sure though. Looking past Oz for a moment, he pointed at someone just sort of floating through the air. “Hey! You!” He called out to the ghost. “Which way to necromancy 101?” Surely the ghosts would know who all could see them around here, right? Just because they left him alone in his current state didn’t mean he couldn’t see them after all. “Apparently you should sign up for something called Horticulture?” He told Oz, unsure quite what that meant. “Or at least make an appointment with the teacher.” See? He could be helpful. Yes, he felt good about himself now.
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Post by OZYMANDIAS GERARD PROPHET on May 11, 2019 22:28:52 GMT 1
Ozzy was pretty pleased that Sorrel caught onto the joke and rolled with it. Yeah, he could chill with this guy more often. He wasn't opposed to befriending the local residents, whether they were nightwalkers or daywalkers. Yet another term he'd learned with the coven. They were so structured, and he'd done his best not to get wrapped up in it all, but they'd become family, so sue him. "Maybe I'll invite you for a night on the town and we can have some fun." Maybe there was a club or something around these parts. Ozzy could stand for some live music and a good time and Sorrel could drown out all the ghosties and get super drunk and not have to worry about hooking up with some bottom feeder because friends didn't let friends screw ugly people while drunk. On a campus full of supernaturals, why wouldn't anyone want to be themselves? Oz for one was happy to walk about and not have to wear some kind of hood to cast shadows across his face to hide his fangs. He never realized how much he missed conversing with others until he'd come to Manson. He looked at the iPod and nodded. "I am in full agreeance. iPod is cheaper to replace, and less likely to shatter into a million pieces," he snickered. "Not to mention all the water damage."
There was a necromancer here? Ozymandias may not have been pleased with his coven after they'd told him to forget his old life and start anew, but he appreciated all of the information they'd bestowed upon him. Little facts like werewolves being a real thing and necromancers having control over the dead, including vampires. "I think I'll pass on the necromancer," he said with an almost nervous chuckle. Ezekiel had been very keen on avoiding them at all cost, lest he wanted to become a mindless zombie himself. It didn't help to calm his nerves despite finding out that said necromancer was actually a teacher and said teacher taught Horticulture. He didn't even know what that was, but he'd be avoiding it to the best of his abilities. There weren't many things that Ozzy feared, but being forced to walk into the sun by someone's power was a terrifying thing to imagine. That teacher could probably get away with it too, because who would ever know? He looked at the man in the towel. "Hey, so, if you ever hear anything about me walking into the sun, just know it was the necromancer's doing." There, one person would at least know.
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Post by SORREL DALLAS TAYLOR on May 18, 2019 16:09:56 GMT 1
So far, the people he'd met in these parts were pretty darn decent. He had yet to meet anyone worse than his ghost at least and that was always a blessing. That said though, he should probably find himself a vampire that didn't mind his blood being all sorts of messed up if it would help him sleep better at night. "There's a good club in town if you like dancing. I mean, I only got to see it briefly, security showing up to bring me and my friend back because he wasn't meant to be outside the grounds." Lauri had been great company and his way of getting to Carpe had been excellent, it was just a shame that he hadn't been meant to be there in the first place.
Sorrel had never been good at planning for laundry and chores and all that stuff. If he'd had a shower in his room, it probably wouldn't have gotten done in the first place. That said though, he probably wouldn't have had to bring his iPod if he had the option to shower in his room. "Mostly the less likely to shatter and water damage that made it safer," he admitted, chuckling slightly. Yeah, he was a klutz at times.
He merely nodded at the mention of passing on the necromancer. He knew he wanted to have a word with her himself, but that was solely because of the overlap in their abilities. "Sounds like you should probably have someone with you in that case, but I will send the worst of the worst around here her way if I hear any mention of you walking in the sun," he said, offering Oz a slight smile. "If she wants to keep her job, I don't imagine she can do something like that though, if it's any comfort."
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