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Post by OZYMANDIAS GERARD PROPHET on Aug 22, 2019 19:49:33 GMT 1
Wasn't this just a blastedly corrupt world? Here he'd been thinking this place would do him some good, but Ozymandias was having some serious doubts. He was convinced that he'd go insane before he was about to get his kid back. A shudder ran through down his spine every time he thought about Leora. Freddy's words were always quick to follow. "So doing right by her might simply be letting her go. Or do you think you could ever look at her and not think of the blood coursing through those tiny little veins? Those teeth of yours combined with your strength could crush her fragile little birdlike neck." It had been weeks since they'd encountered each other, but he was constantly wondering if the man was right. He had finished off the last of his donor and enjoyed it, so what would make his daughter any different if he got exceptionally hungry? The answer was nothing. No amount of love could stop the hunger. Ozzy leaned forward, face resting in his hands. "What am I going to do?" The last thing he wanted to do was give up fighting for the one person that made him want to be a responsible adult. The vampire gave a heavy sigh. "I should ahve kept my fangs to myself. I would have avoided that psychotic maniac altogether." He'd been actively avoiding any areas where the crazy flesh-eater might be hanging about. He'd even returned to drinking from blood bags, too afraid to bleed someone for fear that it might attract predators. He'd learned a hard lesson, and he was suffering for it. Oz shook his head. "I need a drink.... a real alcoholic drink." He needed more than that, but he'd rather not spiral down that path. "Damn this place to hell." He picked up the glass of blood in front of him and took a small sip. No matter how hard he tried not to imagine it, he could still taste the faintest hints of chocolate and smell it in every glass and bag he drunk from. It was torture. He craved something warm and fresh, and he was reduced to this mess.
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Post by ISABELLA MORALEZ on Aug 26, 2019 15:45:12 GMT 1
Ella had spent her day lazing about outside in cat form, only taking human form for meal times and when she absolutely had to be somewhere, like counseling. While she had initially hated this place, she was now finding it to be full of delights and even better than being somebody's pet in terms of being looked after. She didn't have to look after herself, didn't have to pretend to be anything she didn't want to be and didn't have to pay for a place to live to function on her own. Why hadn't she just come here ages ago? That said though, she should probably find someone around here that'd take her home with them eventually. Just so she could see more than these walls. Sure, she could technically get permission to leave the grounds, but she knew that if she did that she might just be tempted to try to find another place to steal from rather than return.
After a day of delights, Ella had put on a pair of leather pants and a really soft shirt, had even bothered with shoes for a change, and wandered into the canteen. She had a craving for something milky. Something fishy too. So when she finally walked toward a table, she was carrying an opened can of tuna and a glass filled with cream. Who said she couldn't have both, right? Besides, she wasn't passing up the opportunity after they hadn't had any cream the first time she'd been in here.
Walking around, she looked for a good place to sit before she found someone talking to himself and brought her things over to him and sat down. She had shifted away her animal features for a change and was blending in nicely, or so she liked to think anyway. She was purring slightly as she sipped her cream though. "Why so gloomy?" she asked, putting down her can of tuna. The fact that he was drinking blood from a glass made her comfortable just sitting down. She liked vampires, they were nice. "Anything I can do to help?"
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Post by OZYMANDIAS GERARD PROPHET on Aug 28, 2019 16:41:53 GMT 1
Ozymandias lifted his gaze, catching a glimpse of leather before he found a face. He looked at the woman who'd taken it upon herself to join him at the table. The smell of something fishy hit his nose and he recoiled back some. The next thing that caught his attention was the purring. He could hear it plain as day, but he actually sat there in silence for a moment debating whether or not he was actually hearing it. Tuna, purrs, and was that...milk? She must be some kind of feline shifter. Ozzy wasn't a fan of cats. He couldn't really tell her to piss off though. He didn't own this table. Instead, he downed the rest of his drink and wiped the remnants of blood from his lips, one hundred percent ready to make his escape.
"The list is far too long, so I'll keep it sweet and simple for ya. I absolutely despise my life, more so now that some maniac has somehow managed to be logical in his fucked up teachings." Oz gave a harsh laugh. "As for what you can do for me, well, you could walk with me over to the student bar and invite me in so that I can finally get myself a long overdue drink. Afterward, why not sit on the roof with me until the sun comes up. I think I'm ready to see a sunrise." He leaned forward, a smile on his face. "What do you say, pretty lady? I'll even buy you a drink." Ozymandias might have come off as sarcastic, but he was serious. He was ready to meet the sun. It was pointless to cling to this wretched life. He was a vampire and there was just no turning back.
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Post by ISABELLA MORALEZ on Aug 28, 2019 21:04:07 GMT 1
Maybe it was a residual trait from her years as a housecat, but Ella still found herself gravitating towards people who seemed like they’d rather just be alone. Which was why she had chosen to join the vampire rather than sit down by herself somewhere else. She was happily eating her fish after asking her question though, waiting for him to either tell her to fuck off or answer her question. Sure, maybe it was selfish of her to force her company on someone, but he seemed like he needed company and she was in need of a little company right now herself.
Once he started talking, she hurried up with her food. He really did seem to need company a lot more than she’d thought. “Not sure the smell of burned vampire is something I want to be stuck with for the next day, but scratch my ears and I’ll probably stick around with you.” It wasn’t her job to talk him out of being stupid, but she could show him a good time before that at least. Maybe change his mind that way. Besides, she had been curious about this bar.
Ella leaned forward as well and reached out to gently bop his nose. “I’ve been aching for an excuse to check out the bar,” she informed him, sitting back in her seat just enough to finish her glass. “I’ll be happy to invite you inside, but I want something other than a drink. I want a dance.” She was fighting back the urge to rub herself against him like she would if she was in her feline form, a dance seemed like a good excuse to do just that.
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Post by OZYMANDIAS GERARD PROPHET on Sept 2, 2019 17:14:53 GMT 1
Yes, alone. That was something that Ozymandias had been somewhat miserably cherishing until the feline had popped up. While he didn't very much like being lost in his thoughts and considered any company to be good company, this woman wasn't exactly high on his list. There was just something about her that he didn't like, and it didn't take long for her to prove to him exactly why he didn't like her. Ozzy didn't like cats in general. He was definitely a dog person. Cats were sassy, needy, and messy. He'd have chatted up a priest doused in holy items before dealing with a cat. This woman was no exception.
Ozymandias laughed when she spoke of smelling of burned vampire. It was a full, almost hysterical laugh. He'd already been leaning forward, so it wasn't too difficult to reach around and take a handful of Isabella's hair, pulling her head to the side just enough to expose her kneck. He probably wouldn't have done it had she not went and touched his nose. "I wasn't under the impression that I cared for your sense of smell. You seemed to have disregarded mine with that awful tuna, but I figured it was too much of a hassle to complain." He pulled her closer to himself, humming lightly. "I really do hate cats. It's as if someone has chosen to continuously laugh at me, day and night, day and night. Life is a joke and I'm the punch line." The last sentence came out almost a growl. "Hmm, I must be losing my mind," he said quietly against the warmth of her skin, his other hand gently caressing her head since she'd wanted to have her ears scratched. She wasn't a kitty, so he'd had to modify his action. "If I keep this up, I'll end up with one of those hideous green bands. Trapped with him." Oz drew in a long breath. "Under all of that cream and tuna you still smell like a kitty. Disgusting. Not even worth taking a bite, but why shouldn't I?" He rested his his cheek against hers.
"Tell them we were only playing," Oz told her quietly, his eyes on the approaching guards. "And you can have your dance." He released her slowly, with a gentleness that had been a far comparison from his aggression moments before. He sat back with his hands up, a smile on his face. "Are you all going to tase me? Take me away to some dungeon in your fancy secure ward? Will you turn me into a madman? Force me to continue suckling on these bags of blood as if I were a small child in need of nourishment?" Ozymandias shook his head. "Do your worst? I'm already in hell? It can't get much better than this."
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Post by ISABELLA MORALEZ on Sept 4, 2019 18:18:34 GMT 1
It was harder to want to be alone in human form than when she was running around like a cat. Maybe it was because humans craved company, or maybe it was just because she was feeling lonely around here most days. She didn’t really have anyone she would consider a friend (by applying Ezra’s standards) aside from that one vampire, and she couldn’t hang out with him all day every day, it’d get pretty boring to spend her time watching him sleep all day. Oh! And then there was Bram, but she’d need to get off the grounds to see him. Ella hissed at him automatically when he grabbed her hair like that, her eyes changing color as well, but she refrained from attacking the vampire and listened to what he had to say. She’d already caused a leopard to injure himself, it didn’t seem wise to interrupt the vampire or cause him to harm himself as well. She didn’t want to get a reputation for causing trouble when she wasn’t really looking to do so. Ella decided to take it as a hug when he rested his cheek against hers like that, especially after he’d caressed her head like that. It was almost an ear scratch, so she was happy about that, didn’t matter if he was being rude. The promise of a dance was really all she needed. “Might get a bite too,” she said, smiling slightly at him when he pulled away. “Hey, hey!” She said, turning towards the guards. “Haven’t you ever played with a cat? Just a simple inter-species misunderstanding of how you play-swat, see?” She said, pulling her hair up. “Nobody got hurt, but if it makes you feel like you did your jobs, I’ll stay firmly on my side of the table until food time is over,” she said as she sat back in her seat and sipped her drink. No harm, no foul as far as she was concerned and it seemed to be working. Ella was sure that the incident with Kole had made it into her file, she didn’t need adding the fact that she got a vampire tasered to it as well. Bad enough it looked like the leopard had gotten hurt. “For the record, under all that tuna and cream, I am a gorgeous cat. Prettiest one around, and small.” Ella wasn’t ashamed of what she was, so she wasn’t going to let him try to put her down for it. “And I imagine you’re not crazy, just stuck in a way of thinking.” He didn’t seem crazy to her, if he had been, she probably would’ve been bitten rather than have him pull away when the guards were approaching. Shifting in her seat, Ella made a nice little illusion of a butterfly flutter in the space between them. “Not a shifter,” she clarified, shrugging slightly.
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Post by OZYMANDIAS GERARD PROPHET on Sept 18, 2019 20:59:45 GMT 1
Her hissing only made him chuckle a bit. "Bad kitty," he mused. "Or maybe this kitty is a masochist." Ozymandias was probably a few steps shy of joining the crazies. His red rimmed eyes looked around the room before focusing on the woman before him. "Who's biting who?" Or was she implying that he'd be buying her a meal? Ozymandias couldn't quite figure it out. He couldn't really think straight in his current state of mind. Might have been best for him to have stayed in his coffin and slept the night away. Try again the following evening and see if things were more tolerable. He raised a brow at the guards as the nameless kitty started to defend him with words that went in one ear and out the other. Ozymandias crossed his arms on the table and laid his head on them. "And I shall keep my hands to myself," he murmured boredly. "Not that I want to touch her anyway." He sighed heavily. His gaze raised enough to look at Ella's face as she started speaking once the guards had backed off. "Is there a reason you're trying to justify yourself," he asked. "I'm a dog person darling, so no matter how gorgeous, pretty, or small you are, I won't care." He gave a small huff. "I have so many words to describe cats, but I shall spare you the degrading details." He offered up a small smile before he gaze dropped back to the table. "I'm not old enough to be stuck in a certain way of thinking, so I must be crazy." He blinked at the illusion she created, reaching out his hand to touch it. "Not a shifter, not a were, but a kitty nonetheless. What are you kitty cat? Make my day so that I can bask in the glory of yet another discovered species."
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Post by ISABELLA MORALEZ on Sept 22, 2019 18:39:58 GMT 1
Ella didn’t see what was funny in all this really, but she got her ear scratches so she figured she shouldn’t really complain too much. Even if it wasn’t how she would’ve preferred to get them. “This kitty likes to win, no matter the cost,” she said, not quite sure what the word masochist meant and feeling stupid for asking so she decided to deflect. Deflecting didn’t reflect badly on her after all. “I can bite if you like, but something tells me you’d get more out of biting than I would,” she replied, chuckling slightly. There were worse things she could do after all. His words were hurtful, but she knew that not everyone liked cats. It wasn’t always a choice either. “Totally won a fight with a leopard the other day, being feline comes with great flexibility and balance, in addition to all those things you surely find annoying and bad about cats.” She couldn’t help but brag a little bit, because she did have excellent balance. She could’ve probably joined a circus and made a living, but she didn’t mind this place too much after finding a few places she could sleep where there’d be people around. “You don’t have to be old to be old or crazy to be stuck in a certain way of thinking. You might just be stuck and not know how to get unstuck. I’m sure someone around here can help you not to be so stuck.” She wasn’t volunteering for that job, however, as she had a feeling she’d only make things worse. And there didn’t seem to be anything in it for her whatsoever. Trying to help him wasn’t going to get her more pets, nor was it going to get her anything shiny she could hide away, so it hardly seemed worth it. “It depends entirely upon how you translate the word. Easiest explanation is probably a feline version of a kitsune. I’m a bakenko. I was born as a regular cat and acquired the ability to take on human form with age. Along with some other things.” Hopefully that would satisfy his curiosity, but she’d be happy to demonstrate her skills one day if he was being a nuisance. Find someone to let her into his room and haunt him with nightmares. “I’m Ella, by the way, I’d offer to shake your hand, but that would be crossing the mid-line again and the guards might come back.”
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Post by OZYMANDIAS GERARD PROPHET on Oct 19, 2019 0:56:40 GMT 1
Ozymandias rolled his eyes at her response. "I'm surprised you're not dead yet," he stated bluntly. Ozymandias was one to talk. He'd spent most of his life living like a reckless idiot. Things had changed, but he seemed to be reverting back to his old ways. If I'm never to regain what I've lost, then why not live the high life again, he pondered to himself. It's sure to be more fun than sulking like some hopeless loser. His expression became smug at the thought of classifying himself as anything but greatness. Ozymandias wasn't a prideful man by any means, but he liked to think himself a step above completely pathetic. Isn't the first step to recovery acceptance? He should know considering how many times he'd been to rehab. "Perhaps you should recommend to your therapist that you need one of those pretty green bands."
He gave a snort. "Tch, I don't want my mouth anywhere near you. That little intimate moment we shared just now was far too close for comfort as it is." He drummed his fingers on the table. "Besides, the only one who'd really enjoy it is you. It'd only be a means of sustenance for me." Ozzy just wasn't in the mood to be friendly today. He was hit or miss at times, but today was definitely a missed day. Didn't help that she was some touchy feely feline. Ozymandias liked his space and this chick didn't seem to understand the word boundaries. He liked to imagine that her time here at Manson would be brief. She'd come across the wrong resident and end up with her pretty little head on a platter. Wouldn't that just be a sight to see?
Oz half listened to her boast about how she'd won against a leopard. "You just half-ass quoted Uncle Ben from Spiderman. Please, continue to speak so that I may meet the true death through boredom." He glared at her. "Or you could just shut up, eat your meal, and then we can make our way to get drinks and dance and whatever else it is that you're bound to request once you've had enough alcohol to destroy whatever restraint you have left, which seems to be very little in my opinion, but who knows, I might just be a dick."
Again he found her to be insufferable as each word left her lips. "I don't think I care to get unstuck." He didn't want anyone's help with his attitude, he wanted help becoming human. That was never going to happen. The realization sobered him up a bit and he looked a bit somber. As if he needed her to come along and ruin his already ruined mood.
Her explanation of her species appealed to him, mostly because Oz had a natural curiosity for the supernatural since he'd joined the ranks. "You'd probably be more likable as just a cat," he stated off-handedly. "You must have mimicked some very intolerable people along the way." He gave a dismissive wave. "I'd say let them come, but I don't want to touch you unless I have to." He shrugged. "Ozymandias."
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Post by ISABELLA MORALEZ on Oct 21, 2019 18:01:58 GMT 1
Ella had spent most her life being someone’s pet and still educating them on how she wanted to be treated. She liked living life like a queen and the only way to get that was to teach the humans just how she liked to be treated. What sort of foods earned them a happy kitty and what kind of brushing got her to purr. “I don’t think my therapist would believe me,” she said, chuckling slightly. “I keep trying to leave with shiny objects from the room.” Ella didn’t think she was crazy, she was just more cat than human and in love with shiny things.
Well, that was a shame. He really was a sourpuss, wasn’t he? It made her just want to break him down and cheer him up. But she didn’t think she that was going to happen anytime soon. He wasn’t a bad person, she wasn’t going hold his mood against him, just try to be a little patient. After all, he didn’t have a red, pink or green band, so clearly he couldn’t be all bad. She nodded at his request to finish her food. She could do that though. And it didn’t take her long at all to finish her tuna.
“You might just be a dick,” she agreed. “But I like dicks,” she mused, chuckling slightly as she finished her dairy too. “You’re amusing.” More than anything, she found herself amused by the vampire. Maybe it was just that she was in a good mood to begin with. “But I don’t know Spiderman and isn’t Uncle Ben a kind of rice?” she was kind of confused about this whole thing really, but then she figured that might just be because she usually only like to watch nature programs on TV.
“Well, next time I’ll only approach as a cat,” she said, shrugging slightly. “In the meantime,” she started, shifting slightly in her seat and shifted her tail out. That felt more natural to her. “So, Ozymandias, how long have you been a vampire?”
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Post by OZYMANDIAS GERARD PROPHET on Oct 31, 2019 1:38:28 GMT 1
Spoiled. That was what Ozymandias would have summed Ella up to be. Who wanted to live their life as a pet when they could be so much more? Being a pet was easy, conforming was easy, but to live wild and free, that was where it was at. Ozzy had lived such a life, unwilling to conform to his parent's wishes as a teen to the point that they'd felt the need to kick him out on his eighteenth birthday. He hadn't even cared, because that meant he had all the more reason to live like there was no tomorrow. Now that he was like this, he couldn't really care about tomorrow or the day after. The vampire was ready to meet the sun. Ready to call it a quits on his very existence. There was nothing exciting about living forever. The days were constantly repeating, an endless circle of misery. If he'd just let go of any hope of returning to his normal life then he'd find some purpose, but when you knew that the thing you wanted most was unattainable, your life just seemed...pointless.
"Great, a chatty thief. It's a wonder you manage to steal anything." He didn't even bother to not say it aloud. The messy haired man sat back in his chair, his eyes rolling up to look at the ceiling with it's too bright lights. He preferred dim lit rooms. "I think they might make an exception." He would. Ozzy let his mind wander to other things like how nice it would be to watch the sunrise one last time. Could today really be the day? His thoughts were abruptly cut short at Ella's comment.
He groaned aloud. "Funny, you're acting more like a dog in heat, now shut up and finish your food." He rolled his eyes, shaking his head as she called him amusing. "And you're a pest with a mouth that runs at a thousand miles an hour. Mercy be to the next sap that has to listen to you talk. I imagine their ears will begin to bleed as their brain swells right before they die of an aneurysm from your spotting such ridiculous nonsense." Ozymandias didn't have the patience for this girl, nor did he feel the need to muster any up. It wouldn't do him any good to be nice. He had a strong feeling that she'd just continue to spout nonsense. Someone needed to muzzle this girl, else they weren't going to make it to the rooftops. Maybe the guards could taser him to death if he dug in and didn't let go. He could picture it clearly in his mind and it made him smile lazily. Oh yes, death was but one strangle attempt away.
Ozymandias stifled an irritated scream as Ella went on to say how she only knew of Uncle Ben being a rice brand. "What god have I pissed off to deserve this torture?" This was worse than being turned into a vampire. Was it possible to file a restraining order against a fellow resident? All he wanted was some peace and quiet and a chance to mope in peace, but no, motor-mouth over here had to come waltzing over to talk his head off.
"There won't be a next time," he told her grudgingly. "Two years," he answered through gritted teeth before standing to his feet. "You're done eating, let's go."
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Post by ISABELLA MORALEZ on Nov 4, 2019 16:44:03 GMT 1
There was absolutely nothing wrong with being spoiled. It just made life a hell of a lot easier. She’d never had to care for herself for too long as she’d usually found places that would take her in and feed her. Groom her too. Sure, the lynxes had tried to help her adjust to a human life, but other than learning how to put on clothing, walk properly and talk properly, she hadn’t really stuck with their lessons. She preferred life as a spoiled little princess. No itchy clothing for starters.
“Steal as a cat, obviously,” she replied, shrugging slightly. “Small enough stuff that I can carry it in my mouth and wander off.” Nobody human suspected the cat of stealing. And it was mostly just shiny jewelry she was interested in stealing in the first place, the stuff she tried to take on her way out of the offices was simply to avoid a regrouping. She didn’t need those after all. She just wanted to remain in her group because it was better than the alternatives.
Ella rolled her eyes at his comment, but did focus on her foot for a moment instead of saying anything else. His next set of words went in one ear and out the other, leaving her to look up at him and go “huh?” because she really hadn’t been listening. She wasn’t interested in all the words he’d been spouting anyway, it was more important to finish her meal.
“Probably the supernatural community at large, mopey-pants,” she retorted, chuckling slightly. Clearly, he wasn’t as excited about being dead as Ezra seemed to be, nor as OK with it. This seemed like someone who should’ve just been left as a human.
“It’ll get better,” was all she had to say when she learned it had only been two years. Ella stood up when he said she was done eating. Not because he told her she was done, but because it meant they were going to the bar. “Awesome,” she said, ready for that dance.
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Post by OZYMANDIAS GERARD PROPHET on Nov 30, 2019 18:15:57 GMT 1
Oz had never known what it was like to be spoiled. He'd been a disappointment to his family. If anyone had been spoiled it was his siblings because they'd bent over backward to please their parents. Ozzy just wasn't about that life. He found spoiled people to be a nuisance and a burden. It was those types of people that didn't know what a hard day's labor was like. No, they were far too busy being entitled. Ozymandias hated it and he hated Ella because she was the poster child for it. If he could get away with it, he'd dispose of her. One less problem for the rest of the world. That was a bit harsh, even for him, but Ozymandias hadn't exactly been the most stable since he'd been turned, and hardly so in the last few weeks. The world had turned upside down again and he just didn't know how to handle it. He did know one thing for sure, Ella wasn't helping in the least.
He completely ignored her as she spoke of stealing as a cat. It had been a rhetorical question, so he hadn't wanted an answer. He didn't even want a conversation with her. He thought his ex-wife had been the bane of his existence, but Ella had somehow managed to steal the spot by purely existing. When she equally ignored him, he had no complaints because the fewer exchange of words the better. Oz had determined that the cat woman was deaf. What part of he wasn't going to be around for later did she not catch? Tonight would be his last night to walk this wretched earth and then he would meet the sun as it rose high into the sky. There was nothing left, so why not? The only disappointing thing was that he'd have to spend his last moments with Ella of all people. How depressing. Just when he thought things couldn't get worse. He gave a harsh laugh at the thought and stood to his feet and started for the doors, out into the cool night air. He couldn't tell, being dead and all. He may not have access to the bar, but he knew where it was. Sometimes he liked to hang out by the doors and listen to the music blaring on the inside.
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Post by ISABELLA MORALEZ on Dec 14, 2019 15:34:26 GMT 1
While there were a lot of things in life that was just easier if she remained a cat forever, talking to people was something she’d miss if she went back to that. Sure, around here she could technically stay a cat and have conversations, but it was apparently frowned upon. There was also a lot of fun to be had as a human that she would otherwise miss out on. Like drinking or dancing. Sex wasn’t really that big a part of her life, so she wasn’t spending time as a human just to get laid. That was more a in case the mood struck kind of perk than anything else. Pets were meant to be spoiled in her opinion, it wasn’t her fault that Oz had never had the luxury.
If the vampire really was serious about facing the sunlight, she would have to tell someone. She kinda liked having him around, even if he clearly hated her. It was unfamiliar territory for her and she found she rather enjoyed experiencing something new. Even if it wasn’t exactly a positive thing, it was new and that was what she chose to focus on.
Ella was doing her best not to touch him as they were walking towards the student bar. While she was affected by the cold, she didn’t really mind it too much. It just reminded her that she was alive and always made her appreciate getting inside again all the more. “Why don’t you come on in?” she asked as she opened the door to the bar for him.
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Post by OZYMANDIAS GERARD PROPHET on Dec 22, 2019 3:07:57 GMT 1
Oz would never forgive the feline if she ratted him out. The last thing he needed was someone watching his every move. He didn't need a green label either. He quite liked the freedom he currently had. It would be quite the spoil of fun. He was already confined to the darkness, he didn't need to be confined to a room too. Oz wasn't a fighter either, so he could just overpower the guards and escape. In fact, it would be selfish of Ella to do such a thing, especially when it was clear he wasn't a fan of her and was, in fact, miserable with his current situation. Vampire. He'd have preferred his knowledge of such a thing to have remained blissfully ignorant. Oz walked in silence, thankful that Ella managed to keep her hands to herself and her voice unheard. The night was the same as every other night to him. Bland. Where was the excitement? How could he be dead and immortal and nothing had sparked. What kind of existence was this? When they got to the bar, Ozymandias stopped short of the door. He wasn't going to put himself through the embarrassment of being stopped by some invisible force. If he tried to force his way in, said force would probably toss him across the grounds like some useless rag doll. It was even worse when you were uninvited. He would have frowned at the thought, but Ella had invited him in. "Thank you," he said as he moved past her and into the bar. It was completely alive with people and music. Bodies were mingling, laughter filled the air, and the music was right up his alley. "I want a drink," he stated absently. He couldn't do it though. He wouldn't. He looked around, painfully aware of the sound of beating hearts. He swallowed and turned to Ella. "Drink or dance," he asked. He hadn't forgotten his dislike of her, he just wanted to get this done and over with.
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