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Post by FREDDY 'FRITZ' PERKINS on Jun 14, 2019 17:35:09 GMT 1
With his stomach already full of meat that he'd been made to eat (for reasons) back in his cell, Fritz now sat at a table in the corner of the canteen with a plate of vegetables and carbs in front of him. Potatoes to be exact, smothered in gravy and steaming with the freshness of it. There were reinforced chains around his ankles and wrists which was going to make it a little annoying to eat but safety first. As a former, and recent, police officer he could understand that. It was still humiliating but he could see where they were coming from. There was nobody here he'd particularly like to eat anyway. Humans smelt so much nicer than whoever else was in the room right now. Werecreatures, vampires, warlocks, bloody bigfeet, he hasn't a clue to the mix of species in whatever facility this place was.
The chains connected to his right hand clanked a little as he lifted his fork to spear through a piece of brocolli and then lift it to his mouth. For the first few days of him being within Manson they hadn't believed him when he pointed out that he needed more than just meat to survive, now he was permitted to one meal within the canteen only if he ate every morsel of meat that they gave to him. It's not like he can control how much flesh he eats, he'll eat until he regains his senses and then continue to eat because it tastes bloody good. But then so did this stuff. He'd dashed on a bunch of salt over the potatoes and it was a piece of one of those he went for next, using his knife and fork to cut off a piece and stick it into his mouth.
Perfection.
Right now he was safe, he was full of human meat, that craving was dealt with. For now he could sit, eat and watch the people around him. Not for potential future meals. But allies perhaps, or just a little bit of entertainment.
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Post by MELINDA ELIZA JENKINS on Jun 24, 2019 16:57:11 GMT 1
Today was a wonderful day to be inside. She wasn't particularly keen on venturing outside these days anyway, so she didn't much mind playing nice and following all the rules they kept trying to make her follow. As long as it included some fun she wasn't going to complain too much. And she could always just make her own fun so there was that too. Browsing the assortments of cool food options, Mel settled on an assortment of yoghurts for food, wanting to find out which she preferred. The warm foods didn't really appeal to her at all. So she brought four yoghurts with her to a table where someone was sitting chained and placed them down. Opening a strawberry one, she poked it gently with her finger and cooled it further until it was more of an ice cream consistency and smiled slightly before she brought it to her mouth. "Is that good?" she asked, pointing to the potatoes he seemed to have salted earlier.
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Post by FREDDY 'FRITZ' PERKINS on Jun 27, 2019 16:54:48 GMT 1
He could quite contently sit here for hours and watch people. He might eat those with a heartbeat, quite often without discrimination but that doesn't mean to say that he doesn't enjoy watching them too. People like cows, it was no different. Except he doesn't wear leather made from his food.. That idea disgusts even him. He chewed on his mouthful of potato lazily as his gaze focused on the pale woman sitting herself on his table. The chains tend to put most people off of wanting to be near to him, those with a decent sense of smell do too. Apparently he's been told that he smells like death. Not something he's proud of but he smells just fine to himself so fuck everybody else.
He didn't have to wonder if she would start talking to him for very long because she asked a question about his food. The wendigo sighed quietly and stabbed another mouthful of potato before sticking it into his mouth, "what a dumbass question," he muttered to himself, "if you're hoping I'll share, I won't." And if she was genuinely curious he was somewhat irritated. Why would he be bothering to eat something that he doesn't like? Or bother to season it?
Fritz poked at his potatoes for a few more moments, unbothered about her apparent freezing ability and uncaring as to whether it tasted good or not. If he was still peckish after this then he'd get himself a yogurt. A little calcium was always good. And kinder on the teeth than chewing on bones, "do you want to ask about the gravy too? Or move onto more irritating smalltalk topics? Like how I got here, or 'why the chains?'"
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Post by MELINDA ELIZA JENKINS on Jul 1, 2019 22:00:07 GMT 1
Mel wasn’t put off by the chains, but that was probably because she was ready to freeze him solid if he tried to hurt her, besides, she figured he might just be the kind of snack she craved more than the yoghurt so sitting down and talking made sense. She didn’t like sitting in silence when she didn’t have to. Silence usually lead to boredom and that was when she usually started stirring up trouble. “Don’t like warm foods,” she countered, shrugging slightly. “Just genuinely curious.” Some people ate stuff because they had to eat, not because they necessarily enjoyed it after all. Seemed like a fair question to her, but clearly he didn’t feel that way at all. Whatever. She could find other ways to annoy him just enough to satisfy her own needs. “Meh, you’ve got chains, I get treated with thermal gloves, we’ve all got issues,” she said, shrugging slightly. She wasn’t interested in why the chains after all, she figured it probably was for a reason. “If it was considered humane, I’m sure they would’ve loved to just stuff me in a cold resistant container for being an annoying brat.” She knew she could be annoying though, and since she ate what she ate, well.. she kind of had to really annoy people at times. “I’m more interested in what people do for fun than how they got here.”
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Post by FREDDY 'FRITZ' PERKINS on Jul 3, 2019 12:26:34 GMT 1
She could attempt to freeze him solid and honestly, he has no idea what that would do to him. If he wanted to attack her, his speed and his strength alone would have him across the table with her in his grasp in milliseconds, the chains would just about reach that far he was sure. But he was fed. There would be no reason for him to jump over and hurt her unless she started to really piss him off. In which case he'd most likely get the guard's attention and have them remove her before he rips a limb off of her. He isn't going to get himself into a truck load of shit for some teenage looking girl.
It seemed like a fair question to her but he just chewed on his mouthful of potato whilst staring at her with disdain. If she didn't like warm food anyway then why the hell was she inquiring about something that she knew she wouldn't like? He hardly thought that their personal opinion on something would matter to her. He grunted after he'd swallowed his mouthful and worked on forking another load into his mouth, ignoring the fact that she was curious, he wasn't there to sate her curiosity. And he didn't care to share his preferred foods with a stranger.
"We're not human," he muttered, "so what makes you think you're not just one bratty episode away from being locked away in a coolbox for the rest of your piss poor life?" She'd said she got treated with thermal gloves, so in his mind she had control issues over her temperature. He can't help himself when he loses control, hence the chains. If he learnt that she had control and chose not to use it, well, he'd think even less of her. He treasures the moments that he's not in torment over the twisting, burning hunger that makes him feel like he's being ripped in two. Only the torrent of hot blood and fresh meat is enough to douse those flames.
He was judging her. But he believes it's fully his right to do so.
What did he do for fun? "I stalk people.. Identify the right time to grab them and take them back to wherever I'm holed up. Sometimes I hang them up by the wrists, but I've found that hanging them by the ankles and slitting their throat bleeds them out neatly. Nicely. There's something enjoyable about watching their fear as their life cascades over their face. It suffocates them, blinds them. Panic and fear makes the meat taste sweet to me.." He was watching his food, stirring the veg with his fork as he spoke but he ended up piercing a carrot and biting into it after he finished speaking and popped part of a potato into his mouth to join it.
Would she tell him what she did for fun? Probably.
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Post by MELINDA ELIZA JENKINS on Jul 4, 2019 19:59:28 GMT 1
Thankfully for Fritz, Mel was quite content where she was right now and had no desire to attack him. His mild annoyance was like cotton candy, all sweet and tasty and so she didn’t particularly need to push his buttons. His question was fair, but Mel just shrugged anyway. “Can’t lock me away if I’m summoned,” she said simply, not wanting to elaborate too much further. She wasn’t overly worried about being locked away in a cooler, though to be fair she’d probably appreciate that a heck of a lot more than being outside on sunny days. As long as she got to stretch her legs every now and again. Listening to him talk about what he did for fun made her smile slightly. Sure, it was grotesque, but was it really that much different from shattering people into minuscule bits of ice? Or drying up their insides? “Sounds like an absolute feast,” she said, genuinely meaning it too. She wasn’t thinking about the meat portion of it, just how much she’d be able to soak up of fear, anger, panic... If she could cause all that in someone, she would definitely feel sated for a long time. “Maybe that’s where I went wrong, never found someone who actually made use of the meat when I was done with my emotional fill…” she said, getting lost in thought for a moment as she ate more of her frozen yoghurt. “I feed on negative emotions,” she added as an afterthought to clarify a little. Maybe it was a bit of a morbid conversation to have, but he had definitely peaked her interest. Clearly, she needed to find someone who liked to do just what Fritz was saying he did for fun and she’d never go hungry again. Despite the topic of conversation, she was looking like the picture of innocence where she was sat eating her empty calories.
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Post by FREDDY 'FRITZ' PERKINS on Jul 6, 2019 20:50:28 GMT 1
Well that was annoyingly mysterious. Only when she's summoned. Is he supposed to ask further into that? Fritz frowned and continued to eat instead, he didn't care about summoning this girl, whoever she was. If there had been some kind of vague mention of how to draw a ward up to rid of her then he'd be curious. But as it stood he wasn't going to fall into some kind of trap of asking her some questions about herself. He wouldn't want her to think that he gives a flying fuck. His food was also getting cold and required eating before it got completely cooled, he likes his food warm and it was more of a priority than smalltalk.
He let out an amused huff of breath through his nose when she mentioned the feast, it was true. It was an absolute feast. The wendigo is protective over his food though, to share isn't something he's done in a long, long time so if the idea is suggested he can't promise that the predator inside of him would allow her near his victims. It isn't as if he knows that she feeds off of the emotions alone.. Until he suddenly did and he ended up just staring at her as he chewed his current mouthful of food.
After he'd swallowed he licked his lips and let his gaze roam over her for the first time since she'd taken a seat, "I'd never get away with that hobby in this place. So why try to even entertain the idea? I can't eat a grown person in one sitting and there's nowhere here to hide a half eaten, bloodied corpse." So what was she trying to achieve here? Fritz has never been exactly the most trusting or approachable of people, he had no friends in his old job. There were those who tried, who considered him a collegue, but he knew he'd pick them out from between his teeth without regrets. You don't call potential food a friend. And this girl had a heartbeat, that made her potential food.
"Why are people like me restrained when there are freaks like you free to roam?" How was that even remotely fair?
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Post by MELINDA ELIZA JENKINS on Jul 7, 2019 23:23:06 GMT 1
Mel didn’t need to say anything more about being summoned. If he’d asked, she would’ve, but she didn’t particularly want to just bring up more information right now. She had only mentioned it in the first place to explain why she wasn’t worried about being locked in a cooler. After all, it only worked as long as she wasn’t summoned, and once she got her ownership transferred, she fully intended to ask to be summon every now and again so she could feel useful. Or just for company, she didn’t much care why really as long as it wasn’t to be barked endless orders at. While she wasn’t usually one to partner with anyone to get her snacks, it had been hard not to picture it for a moment when he talked about what he enjoyed doing after all. She couldn’t really imagine any other scenario in which she would feel sated for a long period of time. She shrugged at his words. “I guess picking off residents and staff one by one would just raise suspicion anyway, but I mean, freeze a body thoroughly enough and smash it, you could literally flush the remains down the drain.” It was all about freezing every single cell in their bodies to make sure that they were fragile enough to shatter if pushed off a roof or smashed with a heavy enough object. “Because freaks like me would need magical chains?” she suggested, placing her hand on the table for a moment and letting it turn to water and drip all over her side of the table before she pulled it all back to herself again and reformed her hand. “Or maybe it’s just because I’m more a nuisance on a daily basis than an actual danger.” Mel was usually only dangerous to others when she was extremely bored, overheated or starving. Or if she felt threatened. Any other day of the week, she just wanted to have fun.
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Post by FREDDY 'FRITZ' PERKINS on Jul 10, 2019 15:19:37 GMT 1
Fritz wasn't interested in learning more about her, he woul have cut her off if she's continued to explain anyway so it was good that she'd stayed silent. The wendigo went back to eating, making sure that he gets the vegetables and the carbohydrates that his body requires on top of the meat he consumes on a regular basis. Life wasn't quite the same anymore, his meat not fresh, not hot and bleeding. But it sated the monster inside and gave him control over his own mind so he couldn't complain all too much. At least they hadn't shot him in the head and put him down like a rabid dog.
"But they'll be noticed as missing and suspicions would arise.." Fritz isn't daft, he worked in police enforcement for quite a few years, picking off the criminals with no families or next of kin to store in his larder. If it hadn't been for a passing shifter catching scent of what he'd been up too then he'd still be out there on the streets. Doing his job and keeping the streets clean and safe. Whilst ridding the world of their evil citizens one fleshy morsel at a time. "Problems can't be erased by freezing them. No wonder you got your ass stuck here."
He watched boredly as her hand melted and then reformed. She was something weird, he wasn't even going to ask. But turning into a puddle really didn't phase him in the slightest, if she was trying to impress him then she was failing significantly. Fritz just doesn't care in the slightest, "you are most definitely a nuisance," he could confirm that for her here and now, "and surely they have a way of confining you. Probably just haven't pissed them off enough yet. Give it time." It seemed highly unfair that he was in chains and she wasn't. This place was a fucking joke.
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Post by MELINDA ELIZA JENKINS on Jul 19, 2019 13:48:22 GMT 1
This guy clearly wasn’t interested in learning more about her and that merely made her more interested in learning more about him. He was fascinating. Should probably be a little scared when it was necessary to keep him restrained in the canteen like this, but she really wasn’t too worried. She could always just dribble away. “Meh, I’ve moved so much these last few centuries, freezing people didn’t trace back to me until I lost control.” Mel had no doubt that if it hadn’t been for the heat lamps and being pushed to the snapping point, she wouldn’t have lost control like she did and she would’ve still been jumping from master to master and trying to find a good one. She didn’t hate them all after all, in fact, she had actually loved quite a few of them and been sad when they’d died. “I prefer jobs where I just have to take something. Doesn’t mean I mind if I have to kill someone either, but it’s much less messy to just observe and take stuff.” Mel knew her life was probably a little strange to people who didn’t know much about her species, but she preferred spending time with those people around here. Less likely to end up bound to some monster that way. “Considering my people can be bound to others and ordered about, and I promised not to get said person in trouble, I guess they figured I won’t do too much damage,” she said, chuckling slightly. She didn’t want Kyzer to make her life miserable if anything she did came back on him. Even if he hadn’t ordered it. Because technically, she could lie and blame it on him, but she didn’t want to end up in a bottle at the bottom of the ocean so it seemed best to try to behave a little bit. “Can’t leave my room without someone opening the door and can’t leave the grounds with being zapped. Now that it’s heating up, I’ve got no desire to wander too far from my freezer anyway.” Mel didn’t like summer, much less when the temperatures spiked, which was probably why she was generally exploring her options less these days. She ventured outside only when her guard insisted she get some fresh air, which gratefully wasn’t too often. And he usually let her go to the lake when she was outside, just so she could float at the bottom for a while to stay cool. “I’m sure they’ve got methods of keeping me solid, but since I haven’t hurt anyone seriously yet, it hasn’t been an option.” Mel was careful these days, only hurting people just enough to get them angry with her. She didn’t want someone on staff to force Kyzer to transfer ownership of her to them.
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Post by FREDDY 'FRITZ' PERKINS on Jul 21, 2019 20:43:40 GMT 1
Freddy hadn't been within Manson for very long but he knew that there was more than one hydrokinetic. Fabian, the guard who had overseen his last medical was capable of creating a mask out of ice in a split second. It had saved one of the medical staff from having a fair few chunks of his flesh torn from his body. The thought of fresh meat made the wendigo lick his lips, which only resulted in him tasting the salt upon them and therefore the moment passed and he was paying more attention to his potatoes once more, "I always found moving around a pain in the ass, new places always meant new people, new supernaturals, new hideouts and new landscapes to familiarise myself with. Fuck that." It's why he managed to find a system that worked for him, got himself a job and.. Well, inevitably he had got caught. But before that had happened he'd been pretty damn content with his life.
Damn werecat had fucked his deal up.
It was like she kept on trying to drop hints about what she was and somehow get him to ask her directly. He wouldn't, he scooped up a spoonful of minted peas and popped them into his mouth instead. She talked too much. Literally just filled the silence with the sound of her own voice and he found himself growing tired of listening to her because not one part of it was at all interesting to him. She could get bound to another? That sucked for her but it was none of his business, she had an owner and was playing nice because of it? Good for her. What did he care though? She was talking to the wrong person if she was looking for a spark of interest. As for her not minding killing somebody, well join the damn club.
"I eat people. Can't control it when I get hungry, me and you could become BFF's and I'd still rip out your throat and gulp it down without a second thought so do us both a favour and just stay the hell away from me. Preferably shut the fuck up when you're around me too.. I tend to kill those who piss me off," and she was doing that. Luckily he had eaten quite recently, before coming here in fact. An entire bucket full of raw human meat.
"If you don't leave me be, I'll lunge across this table, attempt to bite you, causing you to retaliate and thereby getting both of us into trouble. I've been a model resident, they'll probably believe me when I say you provoked me."
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Post by MELINDA ELIZA JENKINS on Aug 1, 2019 15:18:53 GMT 1
Mel nodded at what he said. She found moving a hassle too, but it hadn’t always been her decision. “If it were up to me, I wouldn’t have moved around as much,” she said, shrugging slightly. “But when you’re moving hands, you tend to move houses too.” Some of the places she had lived over the years were amazing though. Some of her former masters has let her live like a princess as long as she did her job properly when ordered. She couldn’t say it had all been bad, just that she had changed hands a lot at times. “Never really had much that was my own, so not a whole lot to unpack.” She was gathering little trinkets here and there, but nothing huge. Maybe she was talking to the entirely wrong person if she wanted an interesting conversation, but that didn’t mean that she wasn’t enjoying herself right now. He was a perfect snack. Delicious even in his mere annoyance. “You’d get a nasty brain-freeze,” she said, chuckling slightly. “Unless you can breathe fire too, I’m not worried.” She wasn’t scared of his habit of eating people alive, he’d have a hard time eating her if she turned to water. Mel chuckled at his threat. “Oh, don’t worry. If you lunge across the table, you’ll be lunging at nothing. I’m not in a retaliatory mood today.” She didn’t care what anyone else said, she was having fun right now. “I could remove those chains though, give you a little more free rein in your movements without having to use a whole lot of effort to get there.” That seemed like a fair offer at least.
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Post by FREDDY 'FRITZ' PERKINS on Aug 10, 2019 19:38:24 GMT 1
Fritz poked another potato onto his fork but his gace flicked up to her as she spoke. He wouldn't voice it out loud but he'd ever really had many possessions himself, none at all in fact. It had only been in the last few years that he'd been working in a respectable job. He had a home, he had rooms with actual furniture that he'd bought and belongings that he'd seen, liked and ade his own. The Wendigo had made a house a home, something that he's never really had before. Now? Well, now he was back to having absolutely nothing. Even the clothes that he wears are those that have been issued by Manson. Not that he cares, they're actually quite comfortable.
So she could freeze things.. And would freeze him if he attempted to harm her. That was good to know at least, he could avoid her in that case, Fritz might not value his life very much but he certainly doesn't want to lose parts of himself to frostbite, "I'm a wendigo, not a dragon," he muttered with a small frown after having swallowed the potato, he placed his fork down on the plate, done for now, "and if I ever do lunge at you for real it'll most likely be because I'm hungry. Try not to maim me. I have little control over myself when I need meat."
She could remove these chains?
They were a pain in the ass, but at least the shackles around his wrists had finally warmed up to his body temperature so he only noticed them when he moved. But, to have them removed would only cause more trouble than he could probably imagine, "why would you do that? For entertainment? Are you going to sit back and laugh whilst the guards panic and attempt to rerestrain me?" He snarled suddenly and pushed his plate away from him, "I'll pass your manipulative little game. Here, surrounded by walls and bars it would be stupid to accept."
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Post by MELINDA ELIZA JENKINS on Aug 15, 2019 6:55:21 GMT 1
Mel had had the clothes on her back when she’d first arrived here. She had raided the laundry room for things that fit her every now and again until she had at least one more outfit. Thankfully, one of the staff had taken pity on her lack of options and helped her buy a couple of dresses, but she mostly wore Manson issued uniforms. She was hoping she would actually get to do some online shopping soon, she’d just need to acquire some money of her own. Listening to him speak, Mel could appreciate his honesty. Knowing he might not be in control of himself if he lunged at her in the future made it easy to make a mental note to be prepared to dribble away. “I won’t,” she replied, smiling slightly at him. “I’m petty, but not that petty. Since you warned me beforehand, I’ll just find a way to disappear if that happens rather than retaliate.” Seemed only fair. See? She could be perfectly reasonable. Well, if he didn’t want the shackles removed, she wasn’t going to remove them just for her own amusement. She kind of liked this guy. He was a delicious snack without putting in any effort at all. That alone made her not want to do things to actively piss him off. “Guess I’ll have to save that for if I stumble across you somewhere a little less supervised,” she suggested. “Don’t want to cause a scene in here.” She would rather be allowed to eat in the canteen for a while than be fed through her door and not allowed to socialize at all. With that, she went back to eating her yoghurt.
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Post by FREDDY 'FRITZ' PERKINS on Aug 26, 2019 12:03:06 GMT 1
Freddy has absolutely nothing to be ashamed of. He's told the doctor's, nurses and guards his particular requirements. He hasn't bothered to lie about anything becaue what's the point, there's no fear. It isn't as if he wants to blindly kill people indiscriminatorily, he will if he gets hungry enough but he prefers not too. The people here had told him that they weren't out to torture any species of person either so why should he let himself look like nothing but a monster when the demon inside of him takes control to sate their stomach? It makes no sense. So the staff here are well aware of what will happen if they don't feed him enough, he'll turn blood thirsty, he'll turn dangerous. If they want him like this, normal if not perhaps a tad antisocial then they'd best listen to him.
He does have a feeling that they are steadily reducing the amount of flesh they feed him in the mornings.. But without scales to prove it he can't say anything. It isn't as if he's Mr Common Sense when the scent of raw flesh hits him either so it's incredibly difficult to tell. So far he's found himself quite capable of normality though so he's not worried. At least he isn't lunging at Mel trying to take a bite anyway. And he still held onto his humanity. It was when his fingers began to thin into sharp claws and his teeth sharpened that it'd be time for others to panic. Fritz would just go with it.. Time has taught him never to fight the monster within him.
He'd warned her now and she seemed to understand that it wouldn't be personal. So at least he didn't have to worry about getting frozen by this individual. If she could be trusted to tell the truth of course. Fritz knows he's pretty open with his opinion and facts but that doesn't mean everybody is. Regardless, he made a soft grunt of sound to ackowledge that she'd spoken but he had nothing more to say about it.
"I have no intention on causing a scene in here. But the guards can be jumpy." And overreact. He is dangerous, he gets that, he's a danger to others and they don't know him well enough to know his ways yet. He'd rather not be jumped on or tasered.. If he ends up injured his body will end up burning through fuel and he'd need to feed again sooner, "I don't get out much. They don't seem to trust me much right now. But at least they've removed that damn muzzle.." That had been humiliating to have over his face. Still. He had to sleep with one on so they cold safely provide his food to him in the mornings.
"But find me sometime. If I'm in the sensory room. Or the rooftop garden, remove them. They're unnecessarily restrictive."
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