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Post by LOUIS ISAIAH DAWSON on May 19, 2019 18:21:02 GMT 1
"Still alive." The dark haired male sat lazily on a bench, his legs parted and his back slumped. Perhaps those weren't the most reassuring words to answer his phone with but it was what the people on the other end of the line wanted to know most of all. Manson has a habit with checking up on him every now and then, particularly if he wanders off grounds. Louis has no requirements for supervision, he's not much of a danger and the staff aren't really worried about him harming anybody. He's more of a danger to himself than anybody else, his record of not keeping a decent sleep schedule or looking after himself is a little extensive.
The psyvampire nodded a few times as he listened to the rambling on the other end of his mobile but then grinned when he realised they couldn't see that, "yeah, understood.. I know, but I'll probably be gone for a few more hours, I'm meeting a friend at a bar." That was a lie, but he literally could not be bothered to get up and start making his way back to Manson right now where he'd probably end up being bored stupid. Another pause. "Yeah, I'm aware.. No I won't drink too much.. Oh, come on, that was one time, you can't hold that over me forever. I'll be back, alright, lay off of me a little? Yeah, yeah.. Whatever." And with that he hung up and glowered at his phone whilst he let his phone hover over the screen for a short while. He was wondering who he could contact to come and keep him company. The humans walking around were all well and good but the sun was slowly setting now and many of them were all on their way home.
The shops were closing. It was about to be those couple of hours where the night owls are getting ready to go out and the stragglers from the day are making their way home..
Maybe he should cut his losses and head back to Manson? Maybe take up refuge in the student bar, maybe find himself a nice little psycho to spend the night entertaining? Or he could do that here? There had to be some people.. When in doubt, follow the feels. His mildly sleep deprived mind chuckled a little at that and he pushed himself to his feet and wandered off down the highstreet, branching off down an alley to follow the 'thump thump' sound of bass music and the thrum of mixed emotions that called to the most primal part of his being. He hadn't expected to suddenly be pushed against a wall and have his pockets roughly checked, nor the hat ripped from his head, or the wallet grabbed from his waistband.
He chuckled quietly and glanced at the people around him, it was darker down here than on the street, he didn't recognise any of the four, "I've just promised to be a good boy," he exclaimed with annoyance and mild humour, "I don't want to have to h- oh for fucks sake, really?" He froze as a blade pressed against his throat. Surviving a stab to the throat would be one of those 'don't let humans know about the supernatural' things.. So no getting stabbed. How bloody annoying, "at least leave me my hat? It took me a long while to find a decent hat.."
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Post by ORELLA NATALIA DELACROIX on May 23, 2019 20:12:04 GMT 1
It had taken a few days, but she had finally managed to convince the right people to let her go into town with a guard to buy a few things for her niece. Just because she didn't know how to be a good role model for the girl, didn't mean she thought she deserved to be stuck with just what little she had managed to bring with her when they'd left her home. Of course, that had been a matter of necessity as there was a limit to how much she could carry and get them back to Manson efficiently at the same time. Especially when it had turned out she'd needed to carry the weight of the girl too. Dutch had spent the majority of her time in town picking out clothes for the girl, a little stuffed animal from another place and had been about to get food for herself and Sage when she remembered that it might be a little late in the evening for a picnic and that it would have to wait until later. As it was, this had been the only time a guard had been available to bring her to town, so shortly before closing time was better than nothing. They were on their way back to the car with her bags when she heard the man nearby and she moved a little closer to the alley. "Hold these," she said quietly, handing her backs over to her guard. When he tried to protest, she raised an eyebrow. "Bigfoot like you will alert them. I'll pull my punches, promise," at which he just sighed and remained where he was. Using the darkness of the alley, Dutch moved soundlessly closer to the five men until she was almost right behind them. "Hey boys," she said, smirking slightly. "I have a suggestion. Why don't you give the man back his things and scurry off, and you won't have to tell all your friends you got your asses handed to you by a girl?" she asked, amused by the situation more than anything right now. She had a feeling they might just laugh at her after all, it was usually the response she got from people out in the world.
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Post by LOUIS ISAIAH DAWSON on May 27, 2019 13:18:54 GMT 1
Louis sighed a little when his hat was placed upon a greasy (or perhaps overwaxed) head, he'd have to get the thing washed now and that would most likely ruin it in some way because how the hell does one wash a fucking hat? This was just troublesome in so many ways, if he were a monster then this wouldn't be an issue, this would be a gluttonous opportunity for him. But Manson severely frown upon him feeding off of humans on a large level. He's especially not allowed to swallow down their yummy, nasty little souls. He'd end up losing his free reign rights if that happened and he didn't want to be followed around or monitored any closer than he was already was.. So Louis stayed still against the wall with that knifepoint against his throat.
The blade pierced his flesh and he winced a little and felt the warm trickle of blood down his chest. Was he not acting frightened en- oh.. Oh nevermind, a females voice rang out in the alley and his gaze flickered over the head of the shortest bloke to his left to look down the alley at the woman who stood there. She looked vaguely recognisable, was she from Manson? He laughed out loud at her words, which probably hadn't been the wisest thing for him to have done. He knew her. The Fury. These guys were fucked.
His laughter came to an abrupt stop when the knife inched further into his neck, he froze and let out a slightly choked sound instead. His fingers curled into loose fists and he fell still.
One of the men let out a derisive snort of mocking laughter and adjusted Louis's hat on his head as he stepped towards Dutch, "this is none of your business, sweetcheeks," he sure as hell didn't sound very intimidated by Dutch, it made the corners of Louis's lips twitch up into a smile but he kept his clever mouth closed and just watched out of the corner of his eye.
"Now fuck off before my guys ruin that pretty face." Another little goon stood up beside the 'boss' of the group, a crowbar held loosely in his hand. The psychic vampire wouldn't laugh, he wouldn't.. It was hard not too though, humans are just so funny.
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Post by ORELLA NATALIA DELACROIX on May 31, 2019 18:05:59 GMT 1
While saving strangers from being robbed wasn't exactly her usual go to when she wanted to do what she was made for, it sure was better than playing nice all the time. Besides, trying to help someone keep their stuff was the right thing to do. Even her guard seemed to realize that or he would've stopped her from walking closer. When the knife inched into his throat like that, Dutch figured that at least she got to avenge someone if nothing else. Or at least, that had been her initial thought, but upon listening closer, it didn't sound like his heart was in any danger of stopping even if he'd fallen still, so she figured he was probably not really that hurt and just playing the part of human for right now. She could work with that. "Sweetcheeks," she repeated, mimicking his tone of voice to use his words to mock him instead. "Why don't you come a little closer and we'll see just whose pretty face gets ruined," she replied. Hey, she'd given them a chance to walk away before it came to this, surely she couldn't be blamed for stupid humans not taking her warning seriously? Looking around, Dutch picked up the nearest thing she found, which happened to be the lid of a bin. "Catch," she said, before she hurled it at the guy holding the crowbar. Sure, pulling her punches meant she couldn't use all her strength, but it didn't mean she couldn't throw something like that at someone to catch them off guard. And if she threw it a little harder than strictly needed, well, it serves two purpose now, didn't it? With the distraction at hand, she rushed the guy the knife, taking great care not to get stabbed in the process. "This is going to be fun," she said, positioning herself so she'd be ready to duck if they swung at her and let them just hit each other instead. They hadn't exactly seemed like too cohesive of a unit, so she figured they probably weren't used to fighting as a group, of course, if that wasn't the case it really would be fun.
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Post by LOUIS ISAIAH DAWSON on Jun 3, 2019 18:58:23 GMT 1
Louis opened one of his eyes as the others spoke, his gaze fixing on the guy who held the knife that inch into his throat. He could just about swallow around the metal in his neck, speaking was still quite possible though and he chuckled quietly, "I can feel your fear," he mumbled, his fingers twitched and he reached out to slide his fingers against the wrist holding onto the knife, which only resulted in him choking out a little in surprise as it was twisted in his throat. He dropped his hand, his jaw clenching in annoyance. He was supposed to be a predator, not pinned against the wall by some silly little human who he could reasonably end within minutes.. Louis sighed boredly but jerked a little when the knife sank deeper.
Not purposely, possibly, Dutch had thown the lid of a bin at one of the other men and the person holding him 'hostage' hadn't reacted well to it. Okay. So he was getting a little bored of this now. He lifted an arm to shove at the guy because he was going to end up with blood on his shirt at this point and Manson will demand to know what the hell he's been up too. He didn't want to make a bunch of excuses. So yeah he shoved the guy.
Unfortunately he has about the same strength as a normal human and he doesn't exactly work out. So it didn't help much and he ended up with the knife being shoved straight into his throat, the hilt bruising his flesh and he slumped down to sit on the floor of the dirty alley with his eyes wide with shock as blood bubbled past his lips. The guy who'd done it kicked him in the side before heading down the alley to support his 'friends'. He'd be more than fine, Louis was more durable than most species out there.
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The bin lid slammed into the man's head and caused him to go stumbling back into the wall where he dropped the crowbar in the process. The one with the knife stood strong though and did indeed try to slash out at Dutch as she rushed forward. However he also missed and ended up narrowly missing slicing open the face of crowbar man who'd dashed back forward to attack the annoying woman who'd interrupted them. Meanwhile, Louis was pulling the knife out of his throat with a grimace. Another shirt ruined. But that did mean he had a great view of the third guy attempting to tackle Dutch around the waist as he threw himself forward.. Hm..
Should he slip away now before they realise he's not dead? Or what? He forgot about guy number four who was just stood in the shadows staring at him and the scuffle with wide eyes.
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Post by ORELLA NATALIA DELACROIX on Jun 7, 2019 16:38:20 GMT 1
Dutch hadn’t meant for this guy to get stabbed, but he seemed ok all things considered so it just seemed better to focus on teaching these guys a lesson about appearances first. Besides, if he could pull the knife out after being kicked to the ground, he’d be fine. They could talk about making better choices than walking down dark alleys later. This was her favorite place to be though, right in the middle of things and so she couldn’t resist the grin on her face when the third guy was running at her. She knew she could either pretend to stumble when he reached her or be proactive so she dropped to her knees as he tried to tackle her, effectively making him topple over her instead. “Now now,” she said, getting up and pressing her foot to his neck where he was flat on the ground and looking at the man with the hat. “How about you hand back the things that don’t belong to you before this gets out of hand,” she suggested. “No? Excellent.” Dutch only removed her foot from where it was resting comfortably when her face got punched. “That it?” Grabbing the little shit by his shoulders, she head-butted him and brushed herself off to face the guy with the knife and hat. “Had enough yet?” she asked, pulling a pen out of her pocket and uncapping it. Sure, it wasn’t a knife, but hey, she could still stab him with it if it came down to it, and she would if he cut her. Wouldn’t exactly be pulling her punches, but so far she felt like she hadn’t seriously hurt anyone so it couldn’t be all that bad, right? And if he tried to run away, well, then she could only hope he’d be running straight towards the guard that was probably going to lock her up for this later.
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Post by LOUIS ISAIAH DAWSON on Jun 11, 2019 12:08:53 GMT 1
Louis really hadn't meant for himself to get stabbed either, but if he'd tried to swat the arm away he'd only end up doing tearing damage and that'd just be so much more messier than what he was currently experiencing. Maybe not as deep.. But he turned his head and spat out a mouthful of blood rather than unattractively cough it up all over himself. If Dutch was curious he'd tell her this wasn't the first time he'd taken a knife to the throat. He wasn't going to bother trying to talk yet, he was healing, he'd only sound ridiculous. So he just focused on spitting the excess blood from his mouth, it wouldn't last long. If anything he looked slightly irritated. If irritation can be picked up on via just spitting out blood.
The fury was mad. Not angry mad, but crazy mad, how could she be grinning and feeling so absolutely in her element when she was being outnumbered by stupid idiots? He could feel the emotions she gave off and it was helping him to heal but it wasn't quite enough yet. The annoyance, fear, anger and murderous intention from the three men was only serving to piss him off.
The guy who'd tripped onto the floor let out a choking cry of anger as her foot pressed into his neck but he made no other move to get away from where he'd sprawled out on the dirty alley. It made Louis smirk. Idiot. Louis winced a little when the other man got headbutted and he dropped like a stone, oh, that had to hurt. He wished he was filming this but he didn't think bringing out his phone would ease things up at all.. Plus, he still had the fourth guy staring at him in abject horror, was it because he was supposed to be dying? Or was it because his neck had already stopped bleeding and the skin beginning to knit back together? That would admittedly be alarming enough for a human to witness. Louis stared back at the guy, a light smirk on his lips. But at least he wasn't laughing.
"Hang on there, chickie," the gruff voice of the man with Louis's hat perched on his head rang out in the alley. He'd taken a step back, away from the Fury with two of his lackey's literally on the ground groaning at her feet, "we was just teaching this guy a lesson, wanderin' in on our business he was." He hadn't seemed to notice the younger of the three lackey's remained frozen against the wall, now watching this new interaction with wide, frightened eyes. He didn't stop there, the guy took the hat from atop his head and threw it at Dutch, simultaneously turning to run down the alley. Louis stuck his leg out just that little bit more and tripped the guy over, causing him to go tumbling ass over tit before screaming loudly.
When he came to an abrupt stop the knife was imbedded in his side. Louis lost it then, he doesn't know if it was just because his vocal chords had only just healed but a bubbling trickle of a laugh came from his throat, followed by a full on belly laugh that just did not suit the rest of the atmosphere.
"Man, that's some bad luck," his voice was a little croaky but it was working. He couldn't get much else out past his laughter. The fourth guy who hadn't even involved himself in the fight disappeared down the alley and beyond a semi-hidden door that slammed shut behind him. Abandoned his friends. Smart guy.
Louis glanced over to Dutch and lifted his hand a little in greeting, "hey."
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Post by ORELLA NATALIA DELACROIX on Jun 16, 2019 19:58:50 GMT 1
Fighting was always fun. Even when she had to hold back. Especially when it wasn't all about 'practice' or maintaining her skills. Having people at her feet was right where she wanted them when they were incapable of listening. Of course, she usually preferred dead, but their crimes of stealing a hat and stabbing someone who clearly could take it didn't really deserve dying over. "And I was just teaching you people not to take other people's things, see how that works?" she countered, raising an eyebrow at him. She didn't care why they'd decided to rob someone like this, just that they'd been caught. Catching the hat when it was thrown at her, Dutch was laughing when he stumbled like that. Now that was more like it. Sure, falling on his own knife wasn't exactly what she'd had in mind, but she was amused. "I'd say more like just desserts," she said, chuckling slightly. Walking over to Louis, she held out her hand to him to help him to his feet. "Hey," she said, smiling at him. "That's some healing you've got going on there."
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Post by LOUIS ISAIAH DAWSON on Jun 18, 2019 9:40:44 GMT 1
"You crazy bitch!" The two who weren't really injured, more dazed and humiliated grabbed their fallen friend and despite his pained cries they hauled him to his feet and dragged him off down the alley, shouting back other insults and such that just made Louis laugh as he let his head rest back against the wall of the alley. His ass was slightly damp. He just hoped it was rainwater he was sat in rather than anything else because that is disgusting. At least it wasn't his own blood. That had gathered on the front of his shirt instead. Something he was looking down at and sighing about even as Dutch wandered over to him.
He glanced up with a weak grin and took her hand, "you saved me from having to play dead. And saved my shit, thanks, Fury." He didn't actually know her name, but then he'd never really socialised with her before. Usually Louis tends to avoid those with attitudes, he doesn't much like it when he ends up gaining one himself. It makes him snarky and people tend to get pissed off with him which only ends up making him worse too.. It's a vicious and annoying little cycle. However, he was happy to chat to her now.
"One of the bonus's of being me," he added was he hauled himself to his feet with her help, "won't even leave a scar. And," he held up the knife in his hand, "free knife." He was acting brave, but really Louis is quite cowardly at heard. If it had come to a choice between sacrificing Dutch and making a run for it to save his own skin then he would have done so. More than anything right now he kind of wanted a little doting on and a ton of attention. Mostly so he can replenish the energy he'd used in healing himself.
Kisses from a hybrid would be more than welcome, but it was daylight. He was pretty sure Bram slept during the day.
"That was awesome, by the way," he continued with a grin as he reached out for his hat, "remind me never to get on the wrong side of you."
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Post by ORELLA NATALIA DELACROIX on Jun 20, 2019 9:54:44 GMT 1
Dutch felt like that insult was highly undeserved, but she had achieved her goal here so she merely smirked at them as they dragged off the guy who’d tripped on his own knife. “I did warn you to walk away so you wouldn’t be embarrassed!” She called after them, unable to stop herself from laughing slightly when Louis laughed too. Not her fault they hadn’t listened to her warning after all. She might get in trouble for this, but the truth was she hadn’t started the fight. She might have goaded the dipshit into it, but she had tried to warn them. “My pleasure,” she replied, chuckling slightly. “Mind explaining that to my guard?” She asked, figuring that since she hadn’t really hurt anyone too badly and had helped what she assumed was another resident from how he knew what she was, maybe she wouldn’t be in too much trouble when all was said and done. “I’m Dutch, by the way.” Seemed better he knew what to call her because she probably wouldn’t listen to fury if he called it out after her in the hallways. Helping him to his feet seemed like the least she could do to help him get himself back together again. “Lucky you,” she said, chuckling slightly when she learned he wouldn’t scar and got a free knife. “I have to make mine, but I rather enjoy working with my hands so it all works out.” She loved working the forge after all, it gave her something to focus on, even if she couldn’t use them herself or provide others with them. She was happy to hand him back his hat when he reached for it like that. “Thanks, beating up assholes is what I was born for, just glad I could help out,” she said, meaning it too. She’d been itching for a proper fight in ages, though she had a feeling that probably wasn’t something she should tell people, so at least now she would feel a little more at ease for a few days. “It’s all right,” she called out to her guard. “They all walked away now.” Turning back to Louis for a moment, she added quietly: “He’s alright, just a bit of a heavy walker, not exactly sneak up on people material.” Not that she’d needed the guard to help her in this situation, but she was amused that he’d clearly listened enough to wait for the all clear. Probably wanted to see how much trouble she was going to be in for being herself, but considering nobody else was lingering in the alley, she figured he’d see for himself she’d let them walk away. Or run away. That had to count for something, right?
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Post by LOUIS ISAIAH DAWSON on Jun 24, 2019 16:57:17 GMT 1
Louis glanced down the alley to where the guard stood with a firm frown on his face and the psyvamp just raised a hand in a semi-wave, "s'up, Carl? Thanks for the helping hand," he lowered his voice to a mumble as he added in, "you useless prat." Louis brushed off his trousers and tutted his tongue against the roof of his mouth as he looked over his shirt, what a mess. At least he was no longer bleeding but he had a decent enough of it over his shirt, "I'm Louis, and your guard should be stretching his guarding to other residents of Manson, but look at me, he's clearly failed."
He would have offered her the knife, but with the guard there he was pretty certain that the guy would just take the thing back off of her. And then it'd just be a complete waste of a knife. He slipped the thing into his pocket instead and sighed before he slipped his jacket off and handed it off to Dutch for a moment before pulling the shirt up and over his head. Which left him with a crimson smear on his pale skin but he'd get stopped by the police if he walked around covered in blood.
He took his jacket back and shrugged it back on and used the clean part of his shirt to wipe at his chest, "I know the guy, he's not half bad of a guard. Could do with being a little more empathetic, a bit more helpful perhaps but eh.. He didn't stop you from helping me out so I can't bitch about him too much." Just blame him for not helping to save his poor shirt. That was going to stain like a bitch, he could just leave it in the alley but if it was tested it'd come back as entirely not human, so best not. "You heading anywhere? Or just out and about for the funsies?" Probably not if she was accompanied by a guard, it was difficult to find fun when there was a guard attached to your ass.
"Fancy grabbing a drink? I need something to wash the blood from my mouth."
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Post by ORELLA NATALIA DELACROIX on Jun 27, 2019 20:24:29 GMT 1
Dutch chuckled slightly at Louis’s words. Her guard was left carrying her stuff from shopping too, so it was just amusing all around really. “He’s helping me shop for a family member, someone needed to carry the bags while I helped out so the clothing wouldn’t be ruined,” she said, amused by the whole situation. Besides, she’d had it handled so it hadn’t really been necessary anyway. Maybe she was a little cocky, but this had really been kid-gloves for her. “Besides, I’m guessing he figured since you’re allowed out without a guard, maybe you don’t need one?” she suggested. She didn’t think she needed one either, she was perfectly capable of behaving herself after all, but if it made them happy, then it was a small price to pay for not having to take a cab to town. She was happy to hold his jacket while he pulled off his shirt so he wouldn’t be walking around with a blood soaked shirt. It seemed like a good idea to avoid people staring at him for sure. Dutch didn’t really know this guard too well herself, having really only been paired up with him for this shopping trip, but she had to agree that he wasn’t half bad. He had let her handle the situation without dropping her bags so that was good. “Been getting stuff for my niece,” she admitted. “Poor girl only had a backpack of clothes with her coming here because I didn’t have time to wait for her to pack up more when I didn’t know if they’d send the cavalry to France to get me.” Dutch knew she had been lucky that they’d let her go, but they really hadn’t had much of a choice. The alternative would’ve been to sedate her until her niece or the feather was destroyed and she was glad they hadn’t waited that long. She might bitch and moan about her at times, but she was enjoying getting to know her. “Well, if you can persuade Carl over there to carry bags for a little while longer, it’s not like I’m in a hurry to get anywhere. Always enjoy a good drink.” Dutch wasn’t opposed to just spending a little more time outside of the grounds. She rather liked having a little time outside, whether that was with a guard or with Julius, she wasn’t picky. It was just nice to get to be herself once in a while. Which was probably why she had enjoyed the fight so much because it had been the closest she’d gotten to just being herself in ages. Well, doing what she’d always done and been raised for anyway.
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Post by LOUIS ISAIAH DAWSON on Jul 1, 2019 19:44:07 GMT 1
Louis quirked a brow and a slight smile pulled at one corner of his lips, "I could have stolen their souls from them, but the violence wouldn't necessarily have ended," he sounded more matter-of-fact than embarrassed, Louis knows his faults, he owns his faults, "not much stronger than a normal human. Possibly less so than some of the muscley dudes.. Being soulless doesn't make somebody comatose unfortunately. They might not feel angry or violent anymore, but they remember what they planned to do. I'd still have lost my hat." Speaking of which, he perched the unharmed accessory back onto the top of his head and flashed Dutch a grin, "but, at least he's a good aide if not a guard then, eh? Otherwise I'd really be questioning his talents."
Louis zipped his jacket up and shrugged to get it comfortable, it'd do for now. He could get a cheapo shirt from a thrift store someplace if it was that much of a problem but Louis isn't too worried about what he wears. Might even wander over to Carpe and see if the hybrid's home, he was sure he could get quite comfortable there.
Shopping for a niece? Sounded like the girl was young to him if the girl wasn't here with him. Louis hadn't seen that many young people around Manson, but he knew they were there, he could feel them in the background sometimes. The psyvamp glanced over to the guard and the bags in his grasp, "you haven't hit up Claire's yet? If you want overpriced but cheaply made kids jewelery or make-up then you need to get there. It's all awful and she'll love it." He'd walked past there before and everybody within had been excited. There were a lot of colours and sparkles, kids loved it.
As for the cavalry in France.. Well that sounded like a story with too much of a backstory too it and to be polite he didn't bother asking. He wanted a drink. He'd had a knife in his throat less than ten minutes ago, he can't be blamed for wanting something warming down his throat. Be that alcohol or a decent coffee, he doesn't really care too much.
"It'll be fine, he has to follow you right? If we go someplace and he objects what's he going to do? Fuck all in front of humans," His smile had turned slightly more wicked and he looked back to her before gesturing her toward the mouth of the alley where the guard awaited, "I need coffee, the lady is accompanying me. You look like you could do with one too." Louis got nothing but a stare in reply but then the guard shrugged a shoulder and held out one arms worth of bags to him. The psyvamp took them out of habit more than anything, but stood there slightly annoyed when the guard motioned for them to go ahead and he'd 'follow'.
"... Fucking liberties," he muttered but looked to Dutch and smiled wanly, "lead the way? Apparently me and him are sharing the load."
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Post by ORELLA NATALIA DELACROIX on Jul 3, 2019 17:40:51 GMT 1
Ah, yeah, he was probably right that stealing souls wouldn't make the violence end. "He's supposed to keep people safe from me, guess he figured in this case it was safer for you to just stay back and hold the bags." Her guard wouldn't have been able to sneak up on the guys with his heavy feet. "I'm just glad you got to keep the hat at least." It was a stunning success as far as she was concerned. She'd gotten to fight a little, Louis got to keep his hat, and nobody died. Well, yet. It depended on whether that douche got his knife wound checked out or not. Cora didn't need a whole lot it seemed, but she did deserve a few more items of clothing at the very least. "She might be allowed to be a child for a little while longer, but she doesn't need useless junk," she said, chuckling slightly. "She can get jewelry when she knows what she wants and makeup when she can get it herself. I will not be dealing with a circus clown because she fucked up her makeup." No, they would need to practice that with appropriately decent makeup when she showed an interest in it, she wasn't going to give the kid useless crap like that just to be nice. "I'm going to leave the pleasure of Claire's to allowance and a guard," she said as an afterthought. "Let them take her." It wasn't a necessity, so she didn't really see the point, but she wasn't going to prevent a guard from taking her shopping for things like that. Freedoms were hard earned, Dutch had no doubt that she would've been summoned back or someone come get her if she'd spent too much time getting Cora in the first place. That said though, she was glad that she had gotten her there safely at least. Manson seemed like the best place for her to make sure that she stayed safe and got to be herself. "Depends on whether he wants to use that taser or not," she said, chuckling slightly. She wasn't going to argue though, she was happy to spend more time outside of the grounds. She smiled when Louis was just handed a few bags instead of Carl objecting. "Coffee it is," she said, grinning at Louis. She was pleased to spend more time in town, and when the guard didn't argue, she wasn't going to protest either. "I can carry the stuff myself," she offered Louis, feeling like it was unfair for him to carry the stuff she'd been buying. "Think there's a decent place not too far from here, if memory serves." She offered, ready to lead the way.
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Post by LOUIS ISAIAH DAWSON on Jul 7, 2019 11:17:17 GMT 1
Louis had a tenage girl around forty years ago, the world was a little different then than it was now but he just accepted what she said about waiting for the girl to be interested in that stuff herself. The psyvamp had spent enough time in shopping centers to know that a lot of teens and preteens were interested in that stuff, but it was really none of his business. He didn't know the kid, she did, so it was whatever. He was vaguely aware that he was feeling more irritable than usual thanks to the bad moods of the gang members, but it wasn't her fault. Thanks to her he got to keep his hat. He'd leave the conversation about the kid behind, it doesn't interest him and he'd be somewhat annoyed if he ended up accompanying her to get stuff for the kid.
He really wanted that drink.
Louis split the bags into two and handed over half of them to Dutch, he wasn't going to be a gentleman and haul them around for her, he's not quite that giving, "here y'go.. Shouldn't be too far to go to find a decent place to sit my ass down." She seemed to know where she was going anyway and within minutes of following her lead the cafe appeared and he held the door open for her but let it slide shut for the guard. His niceness doesn't stretch too far and the guy had one nothing for him. He did give him a shot of irritated energy though that made Louis smirk to himself as he walked on over to the counter.
A latte sounded good and so that's what he ordered for himself before wandering over to a booth to sit himself down to sip on the beverage. It was much better than the horrible taste of coppery blood in his mouth and he let out a relaxed and contented sigh before slumping back, "that's hitting the spot." The internal itch of where his trachea had healed over was being washed away with each tiny sip of heated liquid, "those bastards tried to kill me." Because that was just hitting home right about now.
"Sons of a bitch.."
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