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Nick Cutler (history_maker) wrote in expresslogs,
@ 2012-06-30 00:03:00

Entry tags:

{john mitchell, {nick cutler

Characters: John Mitchell and Nick Cutler
When: Backdated to Wednesday afternoon
Location: Rear dining car
Warnings/Rating: None as yet
Summary: Mitchell meets an amnesiac Cutler.
Status: Closed // Completed

Nick was still confused by the train and its inhabitants. It hadn't all fallen away, so either the madness was staying or this was real. Either way, he had at least accepted that it wasn't likely to change any time soon. James, his human roommate - something he still wasn't entirely sure about - had tried to help him, answered his questions and been altogether too nice. It made him slightly uncomfortable. He felt like there was something he was missing. Something he wouldn't much like. Seeing Hal hadn't helped with that feeling. Nick had almost been shooed away by what turned out to be a ghost. He was fairly certain she'd said something about him killing her. The strained moments he'd actually spent with Hal were no better. Hal seemed less than pleased that he had apparently forgotten as well. And the topic of blood had been turned back on him. How was he supposed to be organising that? But that course of conversation hadn't gone down well with the ghost in the room, and Nick had found himself removed from it in a rather impossible fashion. So he had returned to his room to consider the refrigerator and spent much of his first day there. The next day he'd continued to keep to himself as much as possible. But today he just felt like too much of an intruder in what seemed like James' room, despite the fridge full of blood that was clearly for his benefit, so he'd finally ventured out to spend time elsewhere.

After his slight panic the first day, Nick returned to the observation car early. The colourless world they were passing through was no less irksome, but it was quiet in there. Most people wanted to avoid it. As more and more people roused and moved through the train, though, Nick found himself flitting from carriage to carriage. It wasn't until later in the afternoon, after the main lunchtime rush, that he found himself in the rear kitchen car. Food hadn't really been the first thing on his mind since being here. Not of this variety, at least. But he made himself a marmite sandwich and headed into the dining car with it. Nick settled in a corner of the carriage and started to pick at the bread. It wasn't really doing the trick though. He looked around at the other occupants of the car. It didn't really occur to him how he might be looking at them though. It was more staring. And not so much at their faces. He swallowed the piece of sandwich he'd been working on and placed the rest back down on his plate. It really shouldn't be taking him so long to finish one measely sandwich.

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history_maker
2012-07-05 01:32 am UTC (link)

His hands didn't stay where they were for long. Nick reached out to flatten his breadcrumb mountain. He was doomed before he'd begun then. "She's gone," was as much as he wanted to say. Could say. He couldn't hurt her, wouldn't hurt her. And somehow Hal had made him wish that he had. He wasn't equipped for this game, but if the blood made it easier.. "I'm sorry," he shook his head. He'd been trying to avoid thinking about this. At least the madness and impossibility of the train had served as a distraction - the issue of time being both explained to him and contemplated by him. But he couldn't sit here and have this conversation anymore. He'd already said enough. Too much. And as much as he probably needed a friend, he didn't even know this man's name. Nick went to push his chair back from the table.

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blood_addict
2012-07-05 06:30 am UTC (link)

Cutler seemed so vulnerable, almost human. There was a sadness in those few words that made Mitchell forget about his hatred for the man for the moment. They had all been human once. "Look, I'm sorry for you loss," he said honestly. "I really am. I know how it feels. But don't do anything you might regret. To drown you sadness in something else may seem to be the easy road now but you will regret it." He knew all too well what sadness and anger could drive you to do and in his case would have driven him to. Right now, Cutler was a ticking bomb.

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history_maker
2012-07-05 12:52 pm UTC (link)

He heard the other vampire out, taking a deep breath as he teetered on the edge of his chair, trying to decide whether to leave or not. But these were probably the only condolences he would get. From a stranger. On a magical runaway train. The truth of it was that Nick wanted nothing more than to drown his grief. If that took blood, then it took blood. But the blood in the refrigerator in his room - that still baffled him a bit - was stale. The fact that his roommate had known that that was an issue and not him was also baffling. But being convinced, now, that he didn't need it was even more baffling. Why did it feel like he did? Particularly after such a soul destroying experience with it? That hardly seemed fair. Though he was realising that nothing vampire was.

Nick let out a shaky sigh. "Look," his gaze fell on the other vampire. He finally properly realised that he didn't know his name, so he gestured towards him. "I'm sorry, we seem to have skipped the introductions. Nick," he offered. He wasn't quite used to being called exclusively by his surname yet.

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	blood_addict 2012-07-05 07:40 pm UTC (link)
	Mitchell smiled. It was no truly happy smile. It bore too much resignation in it. The train held far too much power over them. "Mitchell," he answered and nodded. He shortly glanced outside at the dull and colourless scenery before his eyes wandered back to Cutler again. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

history_maker
2012-07-06 03:43 am UTC (link)

Belated introductions out of the way, Nick continued. "Look, Mitchell..." He understood what the other vampire was saying. Drowning in blood took lives and that had to take its toll. He shook his head. "I don't want to hurt anybody. It's not my strong suit anyway," Nick smirked slightly. Hal's words. But he was back to frowning soon enough. "I'm a solicitor. I fight with words, not fists." Or fangs as the case would be now. He was ill suited for this world, which was probably why he was learning everything the hard way. "But," he looked away from Mitchell. There was always a but. "In the last couple of weeks I've lost everything. I know the sorts of things desperate men do." He never expected he'd be one of them though. Mitchell had his support group. All Nick had left was Hal.

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blood_addict
2012-07-06 12:06 pm UTC (link)

If Cutler was trying to reassure him, it sure as hell did not work. The last part had been exactly what he was afraid of. Fuck! He didn't need an easily ticked off vampire on the train.

"I know what it feels like. I've been where you have been and I know what you want. I've been in a position just like yours and I've made the wrong decision. I've regretted it ever since. Don't do the same," Mitchell replied. He could only hope that Cutler would listen.

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	history_maker 2012-07-06 01:15 pm UTC (link)
	It wasn't at all reassuring. In the end, it didn't matter who you were. Desperate men did desperate things. And he was lost. On a magical time traveling train in the middle of a colourless world. He looked at Mitchell. "How?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

blood_addict
2012-07-06 04:38 pm UTC (link)

That was the tricky question. The longer he talked to Cutler the harder it got to see him as the arse he had been. He knew how insecure he had felt only days ago. Being what they were changed you. Years of bloodshed and killing did not leave someone unscarred.

"Focus on the future, not the past. And find someone you can be strong for. What about your roommate?" he asked. James seemed to be even more delusional than Annie in some parts. That was the only explanation Mitchell had for befriending someone like Cutler.

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history_maker
2012-07-07 01:34 am UTC (link)

The future wasn't something he could imagine now. Even less so here. If he tried to think about what things might be like, he irrevocably brought up thoughts of the future he had hoped to have before all of that was taken away. And that wasn't something he wanted dwell on.

Nick did smile a little at the mention of his roommate though. "I thought I was meant to kill him at first," he admitted quietly. "That I'd been locked in a room with a deranged, sick man. An...easy target. The next part of the lesson. I'm glad that wasn't the case though. He's been oddly helpful." There was a hint of humour in the last bit to offset the rather morbid start. It had certainly been a messed up way of thinking, but then, he'd been messed up. But Nick still felt like he was missing something when it came to James. He'd been altogether too nice and he seemed to know more than he should. It made Nick more wary than anything else. But what were his choices? He'd already chosen Hal once and look where than had gotten him. Not that that would stop him. Hal was a problem for him.

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blood_addict
2012-07-09 06:06 pm UTC (link)

"He's a friendly person. He's very nice," Mitchell said. He didn't really know James but you had to be a special kind of nice to be friendly to someone like Cutler and in a way he hoped that he could park this Cutler-problem with the other man. In a way James seemed like Annie. Naive with the best of hearts. What better reason to stay in line than someone who seemed like her?

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history_maker
2012-07-10 07:18 am UTC (link)

He probably was being paranoid thinking everyone was in on some cruel jape.. waiting for the punch-line. Mitchell seemed sincere enough and James had been nothing but kind to him. He'd even tried to discourage him from seeking Hal out. Nick assumed that Mitchell, abstaining from blood, probably wasn't on Hal's good side either. Perhaps this was what James had meant when he'd tried to tell him that he didn't have to answer to Hal here. Nick sighed. "All right." He wasn't entirely sure what he was agreeing to. Not drowning his sorrows in the blood of the other passengers? It wasn't really something he'd wanted to do in the first place. Well, the drowning his sorrows part he did, and he still didn't know how to deal with all of that. Accepting it rather than avoiding it probably. This too.

"No rules against alcohol?" Nick hadn't had a drinking problem before the blood and he wasn't sure that replacing one problem with another was the best way to go about it. But he had a lot to come to terms with without a safety net. And as nice as James was, he couldn't be expected to deal with all of that. Nor did Nick want him to. It was all a bit personal. Especially for two British men. Although he and Mitchell had been defying that a little here. But they'd probably still only just scratched the surface.

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blood_addict
2012-07-10 07:27 am UTC (link)

Cutler seemed to accept it and Mitchell nearly sighed. For the next few days the other vampire would be save. Once he got his memories back... well, that was a completely different story. One Mitchell did not look forward to dealing with.

"Jesus Christ, I'm not that cruel!" Mitchell replied with a soft chuckle. There was nothing against getting hammered as long as you did not go on a killing spree afterwards. Everything that kept you in line was fair game.

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history_maker
2012-07-10 08:38 am UTC (link)

That response prompted a smile. No rules about drowning things the human way then. That was something, at least. Even if he didn't want to become that person. It was probably better than the alternative. Perhaps he'd check out the train's wine collection.. if it even had one. Now wasn't really the time to be picky though. Although he should probably make another sandwich first at least. He hadn't eaten much of the one he had before shredding it. "Well, Mitchell. Thank you.. I think," Nick smirked a little. That had been one hell of a conversation. He wasn't sure whether to feel relieved or daunted. Concentrating on getting another sandwich seemed like a good idea though, so he took his crumb filled plate and finally stood up. "I guess I'll see you around," he nodded to the other vampire before wandering back into the kitchen to attempt sandwich number two.

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	blood_addict 2012-07-12 06:45 am UTC (link)
	"Yeah," Mitchell breathed. He guess they would see each other around and the next time they did it probably wouldn't be as friendly as now. His eyes wandered back to his mug and he sighed. Why couldn't things start being easy? (Reply to this) (Parent)

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