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Hayate Ishikawa (splitimpulse) wrote in nosuchplace,
@ 2009-01-12 09:05:00

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adair fallon, hayate ishikawa

Sunday: November 4, 2007
Who: Hayate and Adair
When: 7 P.M.
Where: The Wine Bar
What: Hayate is, dare I say, drunk! Er, slightly buzzed.

Normally, the vampire was not one for celebration, but he was in high spirits as of late and a young man challenged him to a drinking competition. Hayate took the bet, knowing he could out-drink a human if he just ignored the tasteless substance pouring down his throat. Alcohol had little effect on him shortly after his change, and it took a lot to get a vampire drunk. Which posed a problem for anyone wishing to get Hayate drunk, as he did not drink on the basis of not being able to taste the human beverage anymore. At the beginning of his change, he had continued to drink alcohol until the liquid lost its flavor over the years. Eventually, he only drank it for appearances inside of bars. He did not have much of a place in them without a glass in his hands.

He quickly drank the other man under the table and slammed his glass down in victory, calling for a round of alcohol as those who had gathered to watch began to laugh and cheer. The fact that it no longer had any taste was beginning to get fuzzy after all of the mugs he had emptied and left atop the table. While others would be passed out by now, Hayate was pleasantly buzzed and found he could overlook taste for effect. It had been a while since a substance could properly affect him.

It was about thirty minutes after this when a group of people came into The Wine Bar, cheering about their kills earlier in the day. It was something about harpies as far as Hayate could tell. More harpies were dead? Well, that sounded like a victory to him. The vampire was always one to appreciate a slaughter. Hayate raised his fist into the air. "Kill the harpies!" he shouted loudly, and the entire crowd inside of the bar raised their glasses and toasted to his cheer with loud voices rising in unison. "Kill the harpies!" they all shouted together. "Kill 'em all!"

Slamming down his final emptied glass, Hayate turned to the nearest person next to him and planted one right on their lips as he grasped the person's face in his hands. It was not until he pulled away that he blinked and furrowed his brow at the face, which he did not recognize at all. "You're not blonde," Hayate scoffed, having just realized it was not even a woman he kissed but a man — a man he had never seen before in his life.

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fortunecookie
2009-01-12 01:39 pm UTC (link)

“Getting trashed” was a weird way to celebrate killing harpies that had one goal- “digging” their talons into your ass or any part of your body. Adair was not a psychically motivated person, but on this day he nearly died running so fast. If it hadn’t been for the hot elf woman, he would have not only bled to death, but his black lungs would have exploded. So now he was among the stupid idiots celebrating with a cigarette and some hard alcohol. Whatever, it was better to forget the ordeal than to dwell over it. He didn’t want to remember their foul stench or the image of that poor dog lying in the grass. Time to imagine another round of drinks!

He shook his head and laughed when more people cheered about the slaughtering of the harpies. He only raised a fist lazily before he turned to the person next to him to make a comment about the whole ordeal. That’s when apparently the person was so excited about it they wanted to kiss the psychic. Hey whatever, he knew he was a bit of a cutie. It figured it was a dude though. He was equally as displeased, but he was offended that the guy seemed even more dissapointed. What the hell?He wasn’t that ugly. So what? He was short and okay, he still looked like he was eighteen at times, but many said that was a plus. Then came along the blonde comment which after a long pause, made him laugh.

“No shit. Funny you say that. I was just running my hand through my hair and while I saw my hair shinning in the reflection of my glass, I was thinking to me self:“Damn I wish I was a blondie.” It’s so weird, you’re not Liv Tyler! I guess we’re both at a loss.”

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splitimpulse
2009-01-12 09:59 pm UTC (link)

Hayate heard the accent from the younger man once he spoke and turned to grab the nearest full mug of wine, making an exuberant show of it all. "Excuse me," he said, holding the mug and looking at the man once more, "I have to wash the taste of random Australian out of my mouth." With that, he tipped his head back and filled his mouth with the dark beverage. Hayate gurgled it as if he were washing out his mouth with mouthwash and threw his head forward to spit out the contents into the nearest empty mug. He took another swig from the full glass he had first picked up and gulped it down this time, banging the bottom of his glass onto the wooden table.

Leaning toward the other man, Hayate grasped Adair on the shoulder and looked him in the eye as if to show genuine concern for what Adair had to say. "Now," Hayate began slowly, gesturing with his other hand at Adair, "what were saying, young man?" It had to have sounded strange coming from Hayate, someone who looked no older than eighteen himself at times, though his voice was deep enough to contradict his youthful appearance.

However, he did catch the ass end of what Adair said to him. Surprisingly, Hayate tilted his head back and let out a loud, hearty laugh in response. Hayate released Adair's shoulder to pick up his mug once again. He brought the mug to his lips, pausing before it touched to make eye contact briefly as his index finger aimed itself at Adair. "Good choice," he commended. He was silent as he took another drink, chuckling once more afterwards. "So, tall, dark, and mysterious is your type?" Hayate commented with amusement clear in his voice. "Well, damn, I've only got the last part."

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fortunecookie
2009-01-15 11:09 pm UTC (link)

This man could find a way to be strange, funny and nerve pinching at the same time. Adair asked for a beer before he turned towards Hayate. “You know, most Australians like being told their rugged tasting enough for the need for another drink. Of course when you spit it out there, I can’t help but to be a little offended. I blow in my friend, Sheldon’s face all the time and he says my breaths just fine.” Well, that sounded a little weird. “Point is, it’s a pleasure to meet you. Kiss or not be glad you’re next to an Australian who won’t deck you in the face for doing that. It’s a rare thing.”

Adair could only grin when Hayate classified himself as tall, mysterious and handsome. “Hmm. You got the tall think going on, you strike me as mysterious…handsome well..” He looked him over as if he disagreed. Of course the guy was great looking, but he was going to be a douche about it. “You look like a little teddy bear so that’s more like cute than handsome. I mean you got your cute blonde hair and aww..some dimples when you smile. How is that not adddddorable?”

The psychic..had..obviously never..met Hayate. He just saw him as a smart ass lightly drunk guy right about now who was fun to tease.

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splitimpulse
2009-01-20 11:20 pm UTC (link)

"You're anything but rugged," Hayate said with swagger to his voice. The vampire made a funny face at whatever it was the young man said about his friend, Sheldon, and Hayate did not care much for it. He was leaning in close enough for a punch if one would come, but he knew it wouldn't. "I can take one look at you and know you couldn't deck me even if you wanted to," Hayate declared. Hayate, of course, had a sense of arrogance that came through more readily during uninhibited moments, such as when he was on his way to being quite drunk. This was one of those moments. "But if you're pleased to meet me, then maybe I can be pleased to meet you . . . maybe."

As for when it came to his height, Hayate knew he was not a tall man and he hadn't been implying that. However, it didn't mean he wouldn't enjoy a little flattery while he could get it. "You think I'm tall, do you? Mysterious, of course, but tall?" Even the vampire was allowing room for humor here, the corner of his mouth turning up to form a smirk. Instead of being affronted at the likening to a teddy bear, Hayate found himself laughing heartily once more. "It's my best feature of them all," he stated, referring to Adair's choice of 'cute' over handsome. "You wouldn't believe the places one can get with a face like mine. All you need is some charm and a good walk."

Neither of them had met before, which was probably a good thing. Memories involving Hayate tended to not be very good ones for most people.

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fortunecookie
2009-01-23 12:36 am UTC (link)

Adair couldn’t help but to shift in his seat and fully look at Hayate. There was something about this man that was different, but he didn’t see Hayate as dangerous. That was a shame; it would have been a good heads up. “Hmm..have you gotten a VIP pass into Toys R’ Us? You have a very kiddish face at times. Kind of makes me think you throw a cute little fit when you don’t get what you want.” He took a large sip of his drink and chuckled a bit. “I could see you getting into some exclusive clubs, got that youthful appearance many people think is cute. Got to tell you though, I’m in need of more convincing.”

He looked onward to the bar and tapped his fingernails on the surface. “Maybe you got into R rated movies before you were 17? But other than that I’m not sure what’s so special about your face. Other than you kid of look like a fish when you kiss someone. I don’t know. Maybe it’s just when you kiss an Aussie that makes your mouth feel like you ate ten thousand sour patch kids or something.”

Charm and a good walk? Well Adair was sure he didn’t have those and he never really paid no mind to it. “Who cares about a good walk? Do people really pay attention as to how someone walks? I understand the charm, which..I must say you portray a bit..interestingly. But unless someone walks like they have shit in their pants, I hardly give a rats ass as to how someone walks.” He stated freely.

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splitimpulse
2009-01-27 12:12 pm UTC (link)

“You Westerners and your ideas of attractiveness,” Hayate scoffed, lifting his chin at Adair. The jabs taken at his looks were ones he could bear easily; after all, Hayate played up his childish features in many situations. It had worked in the past on both sexes, but usually far more on men than women, especially when it came to swaying those with the real power — who normally happened to be men. “Youthful looks get you a long way, man or woman. Clearly, you don’t know much about that.” Also, coupled with the power of his voice, Hayate did not need much more than that.

“Ha!” he said in amusement. “There was no such thing as films when I was seventeen. Theater was as good as it got, and even then you were dealing with musicals all of the fucking time.” As good as Hayate had been at performing in them, there was nothing he detested more these days than musicals. He turned to aim a look at Adair. “For all you know, you do taste like sour patch kids.” Hayate wasn’t entirely sure what those were since he did not eat human food, nor had he ever gone to the theater very much, but it did not mean he could not rebuke Adair for what he said to him.

“Yes, people pay attention to how you walk,” Hayate said, taking another drink. “How a person carries his or herself is very important. You can exude a princely confidence or look like an utter fool, all based on how you walk.” Hayate laughed, shaking his head at Adair. “I bet you haven’t gotten very far in this world, have you? If you pay attention to that sort of thing, you could realize a lot about a person before you even meet them.”

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fortunecookie
2009-04-13 11:41 am UTC (link)

"I-" He gave a distasteful look at Hayate while crinkling his nose. "I'm fucking young. Most people ID'ed me back home because they thought I was underaged. So, I can't be that old in appearance. You're just trying to piss me off." Which was working. He guessed he feared growing old or something. Or maybe he feared there was a random wrinkle showing on his face. He did smoke after all. By that it went as far as smoking like a chimney and that never favored in the ways of aging.

When Hayate stated that he knew nothing of films when he was seventeen that made him raise a brow. "So clearly you're not human. You are some sort of species that favors you aging well." Lucky bastard. Well, he guessed anyway. "I do not taste of sour patch kids. I would know. Someone would have told me by now."

Did Adair want to be so personal with this man? Well, the guy did kiss him. "I've..gotten far enough. I mean, like I said. It's not like I am old or anything." The psychic made sure to give Hayate some sort of death glare. Of course it almost looked like a puppy dog saying he didn't like the other man. But he did try.

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splitimpulse
2009-04-16 10:30 am UTC (link)

Hayate eyed the man with an amused smirk. It was too much fun to see his reaction to what was being said in their conversation. With a semi-calculating gaze, Hayate summed up out loud what he thought of Adair’s youthfulness. “Well, you do look young,” the vampire began, “but you’re a little rough around the edges. All of that facial hair adds a lot of years to one’s face.” His raised his eyebrows a bit to emphasize his next comment. “So do dark circles under the eyes.” Right there, he was just picking for the fun of it.

As for his true nature, it was correct that he was no longer human. Even before his turning, he was only half of a human. He was part fae, a mix of three different species when one really took the time to think about it.

“No, I’m not human,” Hayate replied slowly, watching Adair with careful eyes. “As it is, I’ve only ever been half a human.” He did not say anything further than that, leaving it up to the young man’s imagination unless he happened to ask further questions. Hayate’s tongue was somewhat loose tonight.

The vampire burst out into laughter when Adair tried to give him a death glare. It did indeed make him look like an insolent puppy. “Does that work on anybody?” he inquired, still laughing. “I mean, I can’t take you seriously with that look on your face.” He fell back into his chair, cackling in response to Adair’s attempt at glaring.

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fortunecookie
2009-04-16 09:35 pm UTC (link)

Adair tried not to touch his face, but he found himself touching his stubble as if contemplating if he should shave when he got home. The psychic was quite fond of his stubble, not to mention too lazy to maintain a clean shaven face. Then great, he was touching his eyes. "I'm...I'm tired." He protested, widening his eyes like he was going to stick giant contacts in them. "Not to mention my hangovers last forever and I sleep about 14 hours a day."

Oh he knew it. There was no way the man could be so confident in his youth and be a human. He had conversations with men and they often bragged about other things other than their youth. Not to mention Hayate just..had something about him.

"What are you?" After downing the rest of his current drink he gave him a very cautious look. "Try not to give a smart ass answer. Come on, I'm actually interested."

Adair couldn't really help but to laugh himself, his eyes falling towards his dirtied shoes. "I am told I have the most striking blue eyes. So it gets me other things, just not intimidation. I guess you can't help but try correct?"

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splitimpulse
2009-04-25 04:48 pm UTC (link)

There. He asked the question. The one question Hayate rarely answered with any sort of honesty on most occasions. What am I? It was a question he had asked himself a lot in his youth, up to and after the discovery of his fae heritage. His mother had kept many things hidden from him and his sisters. She never wanted too much to be floating free in the air to get caught on the wind and never be able to return. It was the way of rumors and gossip. Even for simple peasants like themselves, it had devastating effects.

Hayate rubbed his chin, glazed eyes staring off into the nothingness before him. Empty air, unseen by his eyes, thanks to the many thoughts firing off inside of his head. Finally, he snapped out of his reverie and glanced over at Adair. Hayate seemed to take a deep breath and release it slowly.

“It’s complicated,” he answered, pouring himself another drink. “I’ve never been one thing. I was born a half-breed, and then I was made into a triple-breed.” Hayate paused, having filled his cup near the brim. He put down the pitcher. “Something like that,” he said, his voice sounding a little faraway.

The laughter had brought him back for the time being, and Hayate leaned in to look at Adair’s eyes to see just how blue they were. “They’re as blue as mine,” he said, leaning back into his chair. “Of course,” he began with a smile, “everyone knows mine are fake.” Hayate smirked as he took a sip of beer.

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fortunecookie
2009-04-29 12:17 am UTC (link)

There were times like these when Adair would have given up being a psychic in a heart beat. Only of course if he could trade in his ability to be perhaps a dream walker, or a telepath. He could see what was behind this mans calm persona. He was..interesting in ways that growing perhaps both positive and negative. A simple "what are you" question never got Adair silent for such a long time. It gave him a moment to light up a cigarette and signal the bar tender for another drink though. Also, he found it interesting to study Hayate, imagine what Hayate was coming up with for an answer.

The psychic seemed to take a breath in time with Hayate while he plucked the drink from the bartenders hand. Adair was quite into what Hayate was going to say when he began to speak. Not surprisingly, he was a bit disappointed. "You are a riddle speaker, eh?" He looked down at rippling reflection in his drink. "You say made like you had no choice. In my mind that narrows it down." He wasn't all that dense. Of course, he was speaking to the riddler.

"Fake blue eyes?" Adair chuckled. "My how people seem to be way too fond of the color. I like green and brown eyes, hazel too. Hell, all eye colors are quite wonderful. It's like blood types. Who the hell cares?"

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Fin!

splitimpulse
2009-05-18 04:28 pm UTC (link)

Hayate felt his lips forming a lax smirk as he gazed at Adair from the corner of his eyes. He did like to speak in riddles sometimes. It was an old habit more than anything. Hiding himself became second nature over the centuries, and unlearning the customs taught to him as a child was even harder than the former. “I was told never to talk so plainly to strangers or to my own family,” Hayate told the young man. “It is the way of my people to be riddle-speakers.” Since when were the Japanese anything but the type to lightly hint at things but never speak directly of them? Old habits were very hard to break, especially for a nearly 400-year-old vampire.

Adair was also quite an observant young man. Hayate paused as Adair noticed the specific words he had used and commented on them out loud. For a man at a bar with fresh draft in his hands, Hayate had to give him credit. He remained silent for some time as he considered whether or not to go further. “Yes,” he finally said, “I was made.” Hayate slowly turned to Adair, lifting up his mug for a drink. “And yes, I wasn’t given much of a choice.” He took a sip of the lukewarm beverage. “Choices weren’t given out in those days.” His thoughts went dark, and he took a deeper drink from the mug, gulping down dark but quenching liquid. He had had enough that it was worth consumption at this point.

However, he found a light laugh escaping his throat and chasing away the shadows at the corners of his mind. “I don’t wear blue eyes because I think it’s more attractive,” Hayate said with finality. He ran a hand through his disheveled blond hair. “I wear these colors because they’re cold. Frost. And I am frost.” He dropped his mug to the table with a heavy clunk. “Brown doesn’t suit me anymore than it suits an old witch.” There was another element to it: Difference. Hayate liked to pretend to be things he wasn’t, not for self-hatred but for a show. A play on a stage with the whole world watching him. He covered up every last ounce of true him that he could to hide the devil inside. Could they not see it if he displayed the real him out for all to see? Even his looks were subject to this idea, part of the true him that needed to be hidden.

Hayate was an enigma in many ways, his behavior sheltered underneath the excuses of too many different reasons. The amount of information was coming out too quickly, though. Hayate — though drunk — found himself unnerved by his sudden talking about things he normally did not talk about.

Suddenly, he got up from his chair and barely even bid Adair a farewell. “I have to go,” he said, and before Adair could protest, the vampire disappeared out of sight through the crowd. He just left, which was common of him to do. There was no need to explain himself. Hayate never explained himself to anyone.

He was not going to start now.

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