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Post by SAGE BAILEY DUBOIS on Dec 2, 2019 20:58:23 GMT 1
Sage groaned as the blood gathered in his head, he had felt like he was on the verge of passing out before he'd gotten himself into this predicament but now that he'd been dangling where he was for the past five minutes he was feeling worse. The Ectomancer swang by his ankle from the ceiling, the sky light that he'd fallen through lay shattered on the ground floor of the workshop beneath him and he was most certainly not looking forward to the fall from where he was onto that now glass splattered floor.
'You're an idiot.' Ade's voice came from the rooftop of the workshop where the spirit sat cross legged on the edge peering down at him. Sage had had quite a few to drink, as usual and after being spotted by somebody with torchlight he'd scrambled away and managed to clamber up the side of a building somehow to end up sprawled out flat on the surface of the workshop roof. He didn't hear anybody coming after him so he'd figured that he'd been successful in his escape plan. The sun had long since gone down and Sage wasn't really supposed to be on the grounds at this time of night but he'd wandered through
"Not a locked up idiot though.." he slurred out with a small snicker, even in this situation he was finding amusement, that was probably due to the alcohol that he had ingested quickly over the last forty five minutes, he'd found the bottle of whiskey sitting on a windowsill and he'd grabbed that thing and wandered off chugging at it desperately like the alcoholic he is. It had been why he wasn't exactly looking where he was going when he eventually got to his feet. He vaguely remembers looking at the moon to make sure that it was nowhere near full and therefore missed it when his heavy boot fell down onto the glass and he toppled bodily through the sky light, the thick material of his jeans catching on the glass and stopping him from falling onto his head. Small blessings. Was he cut? Probably? Was it bad? Nah, he'd done a mental once over and he was pretty sure he wasn't gouged bad. Which was good, this wasn't the way he would ever choose to bleed out.
Knowing he wasn't dead yet was probably why he was still in good spirits. He was even chuckling to himself as the jeans at his ankle was steadily very slowly tearing beneath his weight, not even realising he'd be on the floor sometime soon even if somebody doesn't find him.
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Post by MELINDA ELIZA JENKINS on Dec 9, 2019 21:55:11 GMT 1
Mel had begged her guard at dinner to let her outside at night. She’d trade next day’s daytime outing for it. She really just wanted to leave a little something for the other residents to find overnight without them knowing it was her doing. And it wouldn’t hurt anyone at all. He could even just bring her food the next day instead of letting her eat in the canteen, that’s how badly she just wanted some outdoors time at night. Thankfully, since she was willing to give up a whole day of getting anywhere for something so small, he agreed. If she decided to take this opportunity to hurt someone, she’d lose a week of freedoms. Which all seemed fair to her and incentive to behave herself. Besides, what she wanted to do would exhaust her so Fabian ought to be happy. Once outside, Mel rubbed her hands together. So much to do, so little time! “Hold your horses and stay behind me,” she told the guard before she stepped in front of him and let the cold spread from where she was standing. She wasn’t letting it get too far, or too cold, just enough to cover the grass in front of her with frost, making a little snow here and there. Stopping for a moment, she made a pile of snow as she headed towards the lake to cover more grounds. She got distracted along the way, however, and somehow found herself about to cover the workshop with frost and snow when she heard glass breaking and someone saying something from inside the door. Well, that made her enter the room. She was too curious not to really. Somewhere on the way towards the workshop, her guard seemed to realize she was just having fun and had stopped being right behind her, so he wasn’t really there when she opened the door. Or when she spotted what appeared to be a young man hanging from the ceiling. “Aren’t you in a pickle?” she asked, giggling slightly. Pulling on the moisture in the air around them, Mel made a big pile of snow on the floor. At least he’d have a softer landing and not hit the glass. See? She could do good things for other people. “I’d offer to catch you, but that’d just be me breaking your fall and getting all mushed with the glass instead. At least now you’ll have a soft landing.” Sure, she had her strength right now, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t likely to fall anyway.
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Post by OZYMANDIAS GERARD PROPHET on Dec 12, 2019 18:29:33 GMT 1
Ozymandias, to his greatest dismay, had once again risen from his coffin. Another night would be spent mindlessly lurking the grounds of Manson until something of interest caught his attention. His so called counselor had suggested he take a course or two to pass the time, but Ozzy just couldn't be bothered involving himself in 'school work' when he had no intention of sticking around for much longer in this dreaded place, or on this earth for that matter. He'd come to the single conclusion that once he could escape the watchful eyes of the staff that he would single handedly meet the sun and finally perish. It was the most merciful thing he could do for himself and his family. Oz had come to terms with the fact that he was a vampire and that there was no changing that. He just wanted to say goodbye to his daughter one last. A proper goodbye.
Deciding not to dwell on that because it only depressed him, the vampire started his routineless routine of walking the grounds. As usual, he found himself atop a building and then another and another. It didn't take long to find the trail of snow that Melinda was leaving behind or the hole that Sage had caused in the roof that Ozymandias was now standing on. He cleared his throat once Melinda had finished speaking and leaned over the hole, his hands in his pockets. "I see London, I see France, I see someone's underpants," he mused. He stepped into the hole and walked across the ceiling until he was face to face with Sage. "Well, are you're just a sight for sore eyes." He pointed down at the snow. "Sweet girl isn't she? Be a shame if it were all a rouse. Nasty fall you'd have if it were. All that glass down there would cut you right up, but you probably wouldn't feel it," he paused, "I mean, after breaking your neck and all." Ozymandias gave a shrug. "Then I could have a nice warm meal without feeling guilty because there's literally nobody around here than can fix a broken neck." He let himself drop from the ceiling, landing light as a feather behind Melinda. "Hello darling, it's been a while. Love the hair by the way." Ozymandias straightened the ruffles on his shirt and tilted his head upwards to look at Sage. "I was kidding by the way, about her not breaking your fall. I couldn't possibly sleep during the day knowing you died such a tragic death. Besides, I'm a vegetarian." He leaned against Melinda a bit. "Tell 'em Mel." Maybe he was being more morbid than usual, but he really wouldn't want to see Sage get hurt. He'd have happily saved the guy had Melinda not beat him to it.
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Post by SAGE BAILEY DUBOIS on Dec 16, 2019 16:07:24 GMT 1
Pickle on a hamburger would be hella nice. That was Sage's first thought when he heard the melodic voice of the Marid ring out, it was preferable to Ade's reprimanding anyhow and she mentioned food. Food was always a good thing to lock his conscious mind onto regardless of whether or not it was practical to be actually eating it right now.. Which it most definitely was not, could he even eat hanging upside down? He's not so sure he could. Not unless he wants to vomit all over the pile of snow below him. Wait, what?
"Snow," he snickered out intelligently, he'd looked down to the floor as he slowly swayed from side to side from where he hung, slight movements setting him off in moving. His gaze then went to the pale woman stood there and his first thought was something along the lines of how pretty she was, like a little doll almost. But small. Did she shovel in the snow? How had he possibly missed her doing that? However, he didn't stare at her for very long because the ghost at his feet still perched on the ceiling let out a low whistle and so Sage looked back at him with slightly glazed eyes.
'If you take her back to your room let me watch?' He was leering and the Ectomancer made a face before glancing back at Mel. Sure he didn't think she was unattractive but he was so totally put off by Ade's suggestion of watching that he just couldn't even find the nerve to even think about potentially awkwardly flirting. Not that he would have done in the first place, kind of had other things on his mind right now.
'More friends of yours?'
The dry tone of the ghost speaking once again made him blink and then there was somebody upside down in front of him. Or was he the right way up because he too was upside down? Eh, thinking hurt his slightly reddened face, blood pooling and giving him a slight headache but hey none of that mattered right now because what was creepy bat guy saying about this girl potentially wanting him to fall and cut himself up? Was she a vampire? Wait, was he a vampire?
"Ade! Ade I think they want to eat me!" He called up and his stomach tightened a little as he attempted to reach up for the edge of the roof. But, let's face it, Sage Dubois is no fit man, his core strength consists of a six pack of liquid strength half of the time and that isn't suitable for pulling oneself up from the current position he was in. So instead he just ended up making himself swing from side to side a little more, making the glass that held him in place by the leg of his jeans saw through the material a little more quickly than before. But the human could do very little at the sound of the ripping fabric other than whimper, swallow heavily and look up (down?) to the pile of snow that he was now imagining to have icycles in it to impale him like that damn snowman from that disney movie. Ngh.
'And what do you want me to do? The floor in there's concrete, I'm a fae but there ain't no roots getting through that easily, dumbass. Just fall,' the spirit swatted at Sage's foot but obviously nothing happened, 'I doubt they want to eat something as hopeless as you anyway. They might catch your stupid.'
"I'm not a freakin' drop in meal! Ah, stop that!" Ade had swatted at him again and in his drunken stupor Sage flailed a little more, making him swing just that bit more before he fell just an inch, his jeans almost giving in entirely. That stopped him and with wide eyes he looked helplessly at the pale girl and the morbid guy, "I don't want to die." Which was more than true, why he'd made a deal with a vampire to save him when death seemed imminent, he really doesn't to die, "don't let me break?"
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Post by MELINDA ELIZA JENKINS on Dec 18, 2019 20:22:31 GMT 1
It had been far too long since she had seen the vampire. It reminded her that she had to get a witch to break her bond with her current master so she could trade up in the world. But it all just made her giddy and a giggle escaped her as she watched him defy gravity and talk to the boy. “I’ve missed your sense of humor,” she said once the vampire was behind her. “Thank you,” she added, turning to smile at him. “Blonde just suits my icy personality better and helps me not be as recognizable.” She liked being able to blend in a little better than she had with her purple hair. There were a lot more blondes around here after all. She looked around when Sage started calling for Ade like that before she shrugged and figured it was an imaginary friend. “I don’t actually eat people,” she said, not finding that thought amusing at all. “And fear isn’t really my go to snack, so as far as I’m concerned, I was just lending a hand. Ozzy here is nice too.” She wouldn’t go as far as to say harmless even if he seemed pretty harmless to her. Vampires were predators after all, no matter how nice they were they were never entirely harmless. “I can make a bigger pile of fluffy snow if you’d like,” she suggested. “Promise, you’re safe. Funny, drunk as a skunk, but the snow’s safe.” She added a little more to the pile for good measure anyway. “We won’t hurt you, will we Ozymandias darling?” She liked the vampire and now that she had a chance she hugged him tightly.
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Post by OZYMANDIAS GERARD PROPHET on Dec 21, 2019 2:57:12 GMT 1
If he hadn't thought the kid might go toppling to the floor, he'd have given Sage a small push just for shits and giggles. He gave the little human a quizzical look as he started screaming for someone named 'Ade'. Oz glanced around wondering where this Ade fellow might be, but he didn't hear or smell anyone else, minus Melinda's guard. When Sage started squirming: notably making his situation worse, Oz raised his hands up. "Calm down, it was a joke. You keep that up and you're going to end up ripping your pants completely off. I personally would like to avoid seeing you in your tidy whities." Once on the ground, Ozymandias shook his head. "Manson doesn't let me drink from people anyway, it's all blood bags and depression." That and he didn't want another accidental run in with Freddy the Psycho. He did find it kind of amusing to hear the other deny being a 'drop in meal'. He'd have to use that some time when he finally decided to get himself another human donor. He intended to have one good meal before he kicked the can. "I've missed you too. I think we scared him crazy," Ozzy added with a little guilt on his face. "Sorry if I spoiled your meal. Oops." He looked up at Sage. "You're not going to die. If it makes you feel any better. I'll fly up and get you, but I think falling onto the snow will be a lot more fun in the long run." He gave a gallic shrug and focused his attention on the Marid that was now embracing him. He couldn't deny that the hug was nice. Ozzy was never opposed to physical contact, therefore he happily returned the hug. "I, Ozymandias Gerard Prophet, swear by the blood of my maker Isiah August Dunley, that I will not let you break," he said with a dramatic bow, taking Melinda with him so it almost looked as if they were ending some grand dance. He then stood to his full height. "Come on down," he called, dropping the morbidity if only to give the guy some comfort before he fell. Ozymandias was eighty-two point four percent sure that if he witnessed Sage breaking anything that he'd end up throwing up all over the floor. That wouldn't be a pleasant sight at all, and besides, there was a lady present. Ozymandias wasn't one to flaunt his masculinity, but he did have some sense of pride about himself.
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Post by SAGE BAILEY DUBOIS on Jan 3, 2020 19:05:23 GMT 1
These two knew each other, that much was obvious as they chitchatted to each other, it was a little relieving to hear that the guy wasn't allowed to go eating people though, very much so actually. Sage calmed down a little even as the invisible to everybody else spirit stood back to his feet on the roof muttering about 'told you so, just fall, bloody idiot'. The female was telling him he wasn't food to her either, so.. Well, he could kind of relax? As much as one can when hanging from a rooftop above a pile of snow.. He could tell that he'd got himself into a bit of a situation and right now he was staring at the vampire, wondering whether he should just take his offer up and let him rescue him from the roof rather than fall into the snow. Snow is cold. And there was still that visual of breaking his neck.
"Okay, okay you're not gonna eat me, tha's good, tha's go- Ohshit!" He was cut off from speaking by the sudden plunge he took as his jeans gave way. The somewhat unmanly scream he let out was quickly smothered as he sunk into the soft snow beneath him like a rock. There was no flailing from there, he kind of just let himself sink into the cold pile for a moment before he eventually gathered the strength to push himself up and roll over onto his back.
"Man.. That was sobering." Either the fall or the cold, he didn't specify which, instead he continued speaking where he'd left off, "can't blame an edible guy for panicking when jokes are made 'bout eating him though, can you? I've been in some situations," and he wasn't going to elaborate on that whilst he struggled to get himself upright again. He's hardly graceful, if anything he's quite possibly quite awkward to watch as he eventually got his balance in the shallower end of the pile of snow. There were a few, small spots of blood among the white but he didn't notice nor care too much that he'd received a small injury to his ankle as he'd fallen free from the glass. He was more preoccupied with the fact his neck was still in one piece and he was on the floor. In a place.. He blinked around the area as he ran a hand through already unruly dark hair and realised he'd never been here before.
"Smells like sawdust." And other things, but sawdust was the only recognisable scent he smelt. He licked his lips, his face was wet, snow. Snow melts. He was kind of dusted in the stuff but he didn't mind so much at all because life was good and it was still his! He could dance, but, he was now face to face with the little pale woman and the Lestaty type vampire, both of whom he gave a slightly sheepish grin towards before speaking again.
"Name's Sage.. Uh, I don't suppose either of you have anything to drink on you? I kind of need one after that drop, scary shit that, for a bean." A human bean if either of them were to ask.
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Post by MELINDA ELIZA JENKINS on Jan 16, 2020 16:31:06 GMT 1
It always cheered her up to see the vampire and she was excited to tell him all about what she had been working on with her counselor. When it was just the two of them, of course. For now she was equally amused by the dangling boy. “Shame they won’t let you snack on people, though judging from his state you’d be quite drunk yourself,” she said, finding the thought of that way more amusing than she had expected. For some reason she couldn’t help but imagine Oz would be fun if he was drunk, not that he wasn’t enjoyable company in his natural state, more a case of adding to it all.
Mel chuckled when he said they might’ve scared the boy crazy. “Don’t worry about it, he’s too cute to upset just for a quick snack anyway,” she said, smiling at the vampire. Mel didn’t want Oz to think he’d ruined anything for her by scaring Sage, if anything he’d made this whole situation a lot more amusing than it had been prior to his arrival. And as her guard could attest to if he chose to come any closer, an amused Mel caused less trouble than a bored one.
She didn’t really mind being brought with the vampire in a bow like that, just feeling giddy right now in general and enjoying being around someone who clearly enjoyed her company too. When the boy did fall, Mel couldn’t resist clapping. “This was totally worth trading daytime privileges for,” she exclaimed. The scream in particular just amused her, but then she loved snow so she couldn’t imagine anyone else not enjoying it this time of year.
“I think they make stuff here,” she commented when he said it smelled of sawdust. Once she was sure he was steady on his feet, she walked closer to the falling man and looked him over before she waved her hand and made any snow lingering to him evaporate away. “Sorry, water into wine isn’t in my skillset, can make plenty of water though,” she replied before she moved back towards Oz again. “I’m Mel. Resident ice queen, just don’t call me Elsa.” She had finally gotten around to watching that movie, and she’d loved it, but she wouldn’t appreciate being compared to the Disney character.
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Post by OZYMANDIAS GERARD PROPHET on Mar 7, 2020 21:58:26 GMT 1
Ozymandias was nodding as Sage confirmed that they weren't going to turn him into a joint meal. As entertaining as it was to watch the guy freak out, Oz figured it was best to be nice so that the younger male could calm down before he tumbled to the sloshy, snow-strewn earth. Welp, that had been the plan, but it looked as though he'd spoken too soon. Sage had apparently spent too much time hanging by a thread. He watched the other male plummet to the ground, casting a glance in Mel's direction as she seemed to enjoy Sage's unfortunate predicament more than the two of them combined. When Sage finally recovered from his fall, he offered the other a fanged smile. "Well done. I give it a seven out of ten. The scream sort of took away the majesticness of the landing," he snorted. Oz gave one of his gallic shrugs as Sage finished the sentence that had been cut off during his fall. "Hmm, I suppose not," he murmured. "You're bleeding by the way," he pointed out. He couldn't help but point it out, because while Sage might not have noticed, the smell was quite potent to Oz.
"Pleased to meet you, Sage." Oz gave a neat little bow before he straightened. "Sorry kid, I'm a recovering alcoholic. Seven years sober and counting." Oz was proud of himself for not turning back to his old ways when Evelyn had decided to kick him out. Drinking and drugs would have been the easy way out. "Besides, I'm pretty sure your current drunken state is how you ended up in this predicament, to begin with," he mused. He gave a small nod as Mel pointed out as much, or rather pointed out how he'd join Sage in a drunken stupor if he decided to feed upon the boy. As Melinda tidied up the drunken mortal, Ozzy glanced around the building. He didn't recall ever coming into here either. It did smell oddly of sawdust. "Reminds me of my school days when I used to take shop." He shrugged before he found himself smirking at Mel's words. "I think that's Jesus's specialty." He looked her over. "You're prettier than Elsa."
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