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Post by SORREL DALLAS TAYLOR on Dec 8, 2019 11:11:27 GMT 1
It was late. Way too late to be decent according to the ghost of his father. Sorrel didn't care though, he was tired of the man. He was wondering how to tell to Sage the little tidbit of information the man had let slip in a moment of trying to be manipulative. It just made Sorrel conflicted to know that his dad had been such an asshole that he'd left his other kids somewhere to be raised without a proper roof over their heads. And the fact that he'd had a sister? No, he hadn't wanted to think about any of that so he'd gone into town to get out of his own head. After a few drinks and a pill he'd found in his pockets, Sorrel was just dancing through hallways to the tunes from his phone. Earbuds were neatly hidden by his messy hair and he banished his father for the evening so he could just be alone with his efforts not to think about anything. He'd been to a bar in town earlier, found himself some new 'friends' to keep himself distracted for a bit and had made his way back to Manson at least. Sorrel didn't care what people might think of him right now, he just needed to find a new way to stay distracted and not dwell on things he didn't want to dwell on. Not that he wasn't happy about the fact that he had a brother, he just didn't want to dwell on the fact that his father had only told him to spite him. Twirling in the hallway, he tripped into a nearby door and found himself laughing as he got back on his feet. No, he needed more distractions. He needed someone to get him out of his own head for a while and he was doubting he'd find it in the hallways after all. Sadly, that required effort so he might as well just crank up his cheesy pop tunes and keep dancing around and hope someone stumbled across him. Pulling a small bottle of vodka out of his pockets, he kept dancing as he drank, just trying to will himself back to being happy.
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Post by OZYMANDIAS GERARD PROPHET on Dec 22, 2019 3:19:38 GMT 1
Late was perfectly decent for Ozymandias. In fact, he'd risen from his coffin and decided to be productive. He'd showered, had himself a blood bag for breakfast, played his guitar in the common room for about an hour, went and walked the grounds in hopes of finding someone to chat with. He'd come across the group of vampires and had engaged in a lengthy conversation and then moved right along with his evening, which included lunch, a trip down the halls where the classrooms were, a trip to the lake to see if he could find that siren Melinda had spoken about, and then he'd decided to head back to his room to gather some things so he could chill out in the common room until something interesting happened. That was when he'd the marvelous Sorrel Taylor. He'd had a previous encounter with the man who he found to be a charm. Ozymandias had taken quite a liking to the ectomancer. The guy was full of life and Ozymandias had spent the last few weeks void of life, minus the vampirism of course. Couldn't do shit about that. Ozzy watched the man twirl down the hallway, laughing and listening to his music, and drinking from a bottle that Oz could only assume to be of the alcoholic variety. "Hey dollface," he greeted with a sly smile. "Looks like you're having tones of fun as usual. Care to let me come along for the ride," he asked. He leaned against the wall, arms crossed loosely across his chest. "You smell like a bar," he pointed out, but it wasn't in a spiteful tone, more of an observation. "What are you listening to today?" He waited until Sorrel was close enough and then he poked him in the chest. "Keep this up and you're going to have a pretty blue band to go with that lovely purple. Can't say it'll be fashionable, but I think you could make it work."
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Post by SORREL DALLAS TAYLOR on Dec 23, 2019 12:37:15 GMT 1
Sorrel was miserable. Absolutely miserable and trying his very best to ignore it and just force himself to be happy. He couldn’t deal with misery right now. Well, ever really. It was why he was drunk or high most of the time so he could try to distract himself from it. Except right now the only thing it was doing for him help him pretend. Until someone was there and he couldn’t help the genuine smile on his face as he removed the earbuds from his ears and turned the music off. He didn’t really need it to shut out his dad right now anyway. “More like desperately trying to have fun,” he admitted. “This helps tho,” he said, holding up his bottle for a moment before he ran a hand through his hair. Sorrel was pleased to see the vampire though, he had really enjoyed his company the last time their paths had crossed so he was sure he’d enjoy himself this time as well. “Cheesy pop tunes go well with booze,” he said, shrugging slightly before he hugged the vampire after he’d been poked in the chest. “And drinks are easier to get here than other things. Whatever works, right? Gotta keep calm to keep the beasties away,” he said as he pulled away. Of course he wasn’t actually referring to monsters, but he figured Oz would know what kind of beasties he was referring to.
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Post by OZYMANDIAS GERARD PROPHET on Dec 24, 2019 5:13:37 GMT 1
That smile that formed on the addicts face made the vampire all warm and happy in a way that he didn't know the dead could feel. There was a certain sense of pleasure to see run into someone that looked forward to his company and he the same. Then there was the fact that he couldn't hear a spike in the rhythmic drum of the living man's heart. Friends can be prey, but not food, he reminded himself with a small hum of amusement. He did take note that the man before him did have a sense of forced joy about him, but Ozymandias wasn't going to be the one to point it out. He often found himself at the mercy of misery but never had he tried to fake it until you made it when it came to being on the greener side of the fence.
"No need to pretend for me," Ozymandias spoke, "Misery loves company, and I am your willing victim. Come Sorrel, let me introduce you to a life of sin," he beckoned his friend. If he was down, then Ozymandias would do whatever it was that Sorrel wished. He could watch the man drink until he was comatose, listen to his worries, or make this night worth one to remember. It didn't matter to Oz. He had plenty of hours until he needed to bunker down for the day, and even then he was willing to stay up, so long as he was out of the sun's harmful rays.
The recently turned vampire hugged his dear friend back, possibly a moment longer than he intended. Oz was reminiscing over the days where he'd drank himself silly and done enough drugs to shut down vital organs. "Whatever works," he agreed as he released the other one Sorrel pulled away. "Let's forget the beasties and have some fun. I'm bored." He looked down at both ends of the hallway. "What shall we do to keep ourselves preoccupied on this lovely evening, my young prince?" He stressed the word 'lovely' with as much fluff as he could manage. Oz was into dramatics. Might as well have some fun when you were dead against your will. He'd already switched his attire over to a more gothic victorian style, ruffled shirt and all.
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Post by SORREL DALLAS TAYLOR on Dec 26, 2019 16:02:26 GMT 1
Having been haunted by ghosts all his life, there weren’t a whole lot Sorrel truly believed in. Other than the fact that ghosts could be dicks. There was one thing he believed solely based on past experiences, however, and that was that friends always made everything better. It was part of the reason why she was happy to see Oz, because if anyone could get him out of this funk, it was the vampire. He wasn’t scared in the slightest of becoming this man’s dinner because he knew Oz would never hurt him intentionally. “Oh a life of sin sounds exactly like what I need,” he said, happy to just hang out and be brought out of his misery by sharing it and finding a way out. Besides, maybe the vampire would know just how to break the news to Sage when he saw him next, because right now he had no clue how to even go about all that. “Whatever makes the beasties keep staying away sounds good to me,” he said, chuckling slightly. “Thankfully got rid of them for a bit, one of the many wonders of staying calm and not letting yourself drown.” He hadn’t let himself drown in misery by curing himself of sobriety, that was one thing that didn’t seem to help matters at all. “How about you show me what you do for fun?” he suggested. “Might just be a better way out of all this than drinking more. Turns out I have siblings, well, had siblings, still got a sibling.”
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Post by OZYMANDIAS GERARD PROPHET on Jan 1, 2020 22:48:20 GMT 1
Oz wholeheartedly intended to turn his friend's night into one to remember. If he could turn that frown upside down then he'd be pleased with himself. Ozzy hadn't exactly dedicated his life to helping others. Well, there had been those few years between Leora's birth and him being turned where he did small seminars to tell at-risk teens that life wasn't completely shit. Other than that, he couldn't recall a single moment where he'd been willing to help someone without it benefiting him in some way, shape, or form. Whatever, it didn't matter. That was the past and right now he was more interested in the present. Sorrel's trust in Ozymandias wasn't completely misplaced. The vampire would not hurt Sorrel, nor would he turn him into dinner regardless of whether the man had been willing or not because Sorrel was, unfortunately, an addict and Oz had sworn off all alcohol and drugs despite how desperately he craved both at times. Yet another reason to be proud of himself. It made him smile a bit, knowing he had some self-control. He found himself chuckling when Sorrel agreed to partake in the shenanigans with him. "Please don't drown dear, it'd be a downright shame to lose such a wonderful companion. Do you have any idea how hard it is to come by good people in this place. Everyone wants something, but never for nothing." He rolled his eyes. "Selfish pricks." He gave a dismissive wave. "Not much I can do in regards to having fun around this place. Manson is a leech when it comes to finding fun. Sucks the life right out of you, but you know that....or would if you didn't have reliable sources." His lips curved. "Cheesy movies are my go to. One of these days I'll be the new Count Dracula." He gave a snort of amusement before he turned towards Sorrel while contining to walk backwards. "Must be terrible people if they've got you drinking like that. And here I thought Adonais and Proserpine were the worst siblings alive. Turns out someone might just have them beat."
He turned and continued to walk forward. "Are they really that bad? Or rather, is he or she really that bad? Shall I get rid of them and make everything all better for my favorite little prince?" Ozymandias was full of empty threats, but he'd considered scaring the shit out of whoever it was if it made Sorrel feel a little better. It'd be fun.
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Post by SORREL DALLAS TAYLOR on Jan 6, 2020 18:13:44 GMT 1
Sorrel had found people either enjoyed having him around or they couldn’t stand the sight of him. He was glad that Oz seemed to enjoy his company because he genuinely liked the vampire. He was quirky in his own way and didn’t seem to mind the random outbursts at ghosts. Thankfully he seemed to have been drinking enough right now to at least not attract anyone else after sending his father away. “As long as I’m not sober, all I want is not to be alone,” he said, shrugging slightly. He honestly didn’t want more from people than their company as long as he didn’t have to suffer through withdrawal. “Cheesy movies sound lovely,” he admitted. Watching cheesy movies with company was even better. Hell, he’d take curling up somewhere comfortable with a movie right now over going to another bar too if it meant getting out of his own head for a little while. And movies in company always seemed to be better than being alone. He probably would’ve jumped on the chance to watch a cheesy movie with someone even if he didn’t like their company, so watching some with Oz would definitely be an added bonus. “‘S not them,” he said, a little amused that Oz was offering to get rid of someone for him so readily. “It’s asshole of the year making me miserable. I think I’d rather not have known I had a sister than knowing I’ll never get to know her. Can’t really get to know someone when I’ve got no clue where to even begin to look for her ghost and, since I’ve never met her, I wouldn’t know it was her even if I found her.” Sure, to Sorrel, death wasn’t the end. He’d seen too much to believe that. That didn’t mean he had any hope of ever getting to know his sister when all he knew was that she had existed. He had no connection to her beyond the blood-ties he had no idea how to utilize to even begin to try to summon her. “Think it could be nice to have a brother, even if dad made it sound like he’s dying too, so I guess I better hurry up if I want a chance to not be an only child, even for a little bit. Of course, he might just be lying about that.” Honestly. Dead parents, dead sister, brother that was rapidly marching towards the afterlife, no wonder he was so miserable before Oz found him. Found him and reminded him that he wasn’t really alone in the world despite it feeling more and more like it.
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