Not Honest: An Original RPG

thispicture @ 12:01 am: woke like a tree full of bees
Who: Brody/open... sorta :P
Where: Percy's flat
When: Saturday evening

Brody's sleep schedule was pretty messed up. That was, apparently, what happened when you lived with vampires; they didn't rise until the sun rose, and he didn't have a lot to do during the day. He'd gone about looking for a job, but without an identity, without parents, without proof that he belonged here so he wouldn't get his ass deported... well, it was turning out to be a lot harder than it sounded. And the last thing he wanted was to resort to turning tricks again. Way too dangerous, and disgusting to boot.

Maybe he should turn himself in. Get thrown in foster care. What was the worst that could possibly happen...?

Oh, but he knew the answer to that.

The devil you know.

So he stayed, and allowed his sleeping patterns to get completely effed. It was 7 in the evening and he was just now waking up, stirring from under his blanket on the couch and mumbling feverishly to himself in his sleep. (Something about kittens and paint.) When he woke he did so all at once, his eyes suddenly opening and sitting up abruptly like he'd been awake the whole time, but if THAT were true he probably would have paid more attention to how he tossed his head so his hair wouldn't end up sticking up in clumps in every direction, falling in front of his face.

He made a noise and lay back down.

Tags: duke-jeremy "brody" mcadams, open, william percy hastings

silenziosa_odio @ 11:52 am: Who: Percy and Mauri
When: Tuesday night
Where: Hyde Park


The Rain was cold as Percy walked along, frowning. His clothing soaked, and his hair hard as ice... Why he was lurking in the park might have been. He had avoid three cops thus far, and slipped into a ditch once in hopes of finding a wayward homeless.

Was he really this pathetic?

Possibly, as he shook his head, licking his lips before stomped water logged boots on the pavement. He needed to find better places to hunt...and someplace to dry his clothing before he wandered home and faced Alex, and the human boy. Turning his head, he watched as a patrol car drove past him slowly, turning on its spot, light glaring at him.

"Would make a good meal," Percy muttered, "if they had the balls to get out of the bloody car."

Tags: maurizio dibeneditto, william percy hastings

oldestbeloved @ 08:36 pm: Maybe he should go into prostitution. Running prostitutes, of course, not prostituting himself.

Some of the talent he signed on certainly were little better than prostitutes. They needed so little encouragement to slut themselves out for the sake of their label, their song, whatever happened to be hot at the moment. There were a few who knew what they were doing and simply didn't care, didn't fool themselves.

And then there were people like Percy. In an ideal world, Sam would have been able to keep Percy in the basement and visit him whenever he felt the urge. Alas. This was not an ideal world.

Still, Percy was on his leash, and he liked that.

Tags: sam torrance, william percy hastings

italiano_angel @ 06:46 pm: Making way for a new beginning...
Who: Percy and Alex and OPEN
Where: One of London's parks
When: 11pm, Monday


They stared at each other for a long time, the darkness of the park insulating them from the world, stretching between them like an impregnable barrier. Alex could only imagine what his sire was thinking as the dark vampire glared with unforgiving malice, standing tall and resolute in some stubborn resolve to not be the first to acknowledge the other. It was, in truth, typical behavior for Percy. The cryptic vampire was more aloof in nature than most creatures in the world, thriving on the sheer loneliness of his world instead of mourning its emptiness. It was what made him, gave him mystic, and the whole world could see it as he walked through the doors and stood amidst a crowd.

When Percy turned to walk away, Alex turned to follow, chasing after his sire with a dark glint in his eyes as a smirk clearly visible on his features.

“Don’t wish to speak to me anymore. You chased me for a decade, and now you don’t wish to speak…I feel hurt, Percy.” Alex called out once he was close enough, reaching out to brush his fingers against his sire’s arm.

Percy paused to look at those fingers, before his eyes narrowed. “You are the last person I expected…”

“But here I am all the same, si?” Alex smiled, twisting about until he was standing before his sire with an affectionate smile. “Percy, you missed me. Say something nice…”

Percy scowled, pushing past the boy with a moody snarl and stalked on. Alex could only laugh as he turned about to follow Percy with a bounce in his step. “I went to China for a year, you know. It was quite the adventure. No one notices when you kill the poor in China. Hong Kong is so full of people, and they never know what to say to you. And they are so…needing to please. Very refreshing.”

“Why are you following me…”

“Because you are my sire,” Alex cooed, leaning in close to smile are his sire. “Because you think so well of me.”

Percy probably didn’t, but Alex didn’t let it stop him at all. He kept walking along with the other vampire, rambling on about the wide world he had explored and smiling when the older one finally stopped and looked at him. Really looked at him.

“You can stay, if that is what you came to ask.” Percy brushed a hand through his hair as he gazed at Alex, “you can sleep on the couch if you wan’.” But those were the only concessions he was giving.

“Excellent…” Alex said with a beaming smile, “very excellent.” Percy never could say no to him. Never…

Not at all.

Tags: alassandro deluca, open, william percy hastings