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Max Jordan | Mr. Hyde ([info]tooth_breaker) wrote in [info]bellumlogs,
@ 2010-06-01 12:59:00

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Entry tags:dracula, mr. hyde

Who: Vlad and Max
What: Old friends reuniting
Where: Juke Joint
When: Monday at 10 PM
Warnings: Casual discussions of terrible things, alcohol, and Max.

After agreeing to meet Vlad at ten, Max had had a bit of worry. After all, he didn't make plans for a reason - he never knew exactly when he would be around. But Brian was fairly predictable, falling asleep by nine o'clock most nights, and so Max was fairly confident that he would be out and about with plenty of time to meet his old friend.

He had to admit, as he rummaged through Brian's wardrobe, that he was a bit anxious. Sometimes seeing people from the past took the rose-tinted glasses off, and that old friend was just a worn-out has-been. What if the man that had taught him so much with so little was really just a fruity bat with nothing of interest to say or do? What if he would feel the same about Max? What if they both hated each other? The questions kept coming as he pulled on a casual T-shirt and pair of jeans.

Though Max enjoyed his existence for the most part, he always regretted not being able to make friends. Things were more fun in groups, and though he had cycled through a few half-friends in his day, there had never been anybody that he could really stick with. Hookers left after their time was up, drunk people eventually went home, and his victims died. He hoped that in this strange building - Brian was already beginning to have second thoughts, which boded well for Max - he would be able to cement just one friendship.

Locking apartment 302 behind him, Max jogged down the stairs. He had considered wearing a hat, but realized that doing so would just make him look suspicious. People didn't trust people that wore hats. They assumed they had something to hide. So Max did his best to look open. Friendly. Like Brian, only with less sad puppyface. Brian was nice, but even Max knew that he always looked like he had a weight on his shoulders. Max took that stooped, droopy body and straightened it out. Livened it up. Made it better in every way.

He left the lobby and glanced down the street, spotting the blue mailbox he had mentioned to Vlad. It seemed that he was the first one there. Glancing casually over his shoulder into the lobby, he strolled up to the mailbox, leaning against it and looking out over the street. His posture was relaxed, casual. Stifling a yawn, he cracked his neck and resigned himself to the waiting game. Hopefully it wouldn't last long.


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[info]nobleblood
2010-06-05 10:21 pm UTC (link)
He rolled his eyes at Max's display of false emotion, although it was amused rather than scornful. "Perhaps you should look into a career in the acting business. How many brownie points does that earn me?" He subscribed to the notion that you were only as old as you felt, and whether it had something to with Dracula's immortality or simply that he'd always been conscious of his physical health, he certainly didn't feel as though he were nearing forty. Still, sometimes it seemed like he was forced to act like an old man, and it was a refreshing change to be in the presence of someone who was as carefree as a teenager.

"I think you may be approaching favorite customer status. A generous tip might get you all the way there." Vlad chuckled, but the sound faded away when he followed the gesture to the bartender. He cast a disapproving glance at Max, although it only lasted a few moments before he sighed and shook his head. "I can only hope to be so lucky."

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[info]tooth_breaker
2010-06-06 12:24 am UTC (link)
The notion of acting made him laugh quite uproariously. It was almost mean laughter, because Max was the only one in on the joke. He was the ultimate actor - he took another man's body and made it his puppet. He was Brian's mind matter, his ultimate id. In a way, Brian was the actor, and he was the role. He was everything Brian couldn't be, everything he wouldn't be. The role of a lifetime. That's all that Max was.

When he finally calmed down, there were tears of amusement in his eyes. He wiped them away, continuing to snicker as he wound back down to reality. "Judging by how happy that made me, I say 10 brownie points. If you get 50, you can trade them in for cake points. Those are worth more and deliver fewer calories per point."

Rocking slightly on his chair's back legs, he stretched slightly, leaning further back than a sane person would have. He came back, perching perilously as if this were normal. "You mean I have to pay for favorite customer status? Fuck that, man, I'll take whatever I can get for free." He grinned. "Well maybe you can tip the bartender and be his favorite customer. So he won't water down our drinks."

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[info]nobleblood
2010-06-06 04:23 am UTC (link)
Vlad wasn't quite sure why Max found the prospect of acting so entertaining, especially since it had been suggested in a sarcastic manner, and he waited with an amused smirk until his laughter had died down enough to allow him to speak comprehensibly. "Well then, I only have 40 more to go. May I ask why that particular statement made you so happy?"

He raised his eyebrows, glancing at the bartender with a shrug. "Money does go a long way, my friend. Watch and learn." He rose from his chair with an air of easy confidence, heading towards the bartender and speaking to him for a few brief moments, and after a discreet flash of crumpled bills the man's gaze turned appraising. Vlad returned to the table, drinks in hand, and set Max's down in front of him with a grin as he sat once again. "Taste it and tell me how watered down it is."

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[info]tooth_breaker
2010-06-06 05:18 am UTC (link)
At the question, Max grinned. "I did tech in college. It's weird to say that to someone who's used to pushing the lights buttons for the actors onstage." It was a flawless lie. If anything, Max was an incredible liar. He had to be. He could invent full histories for himself at the drop of a hat, because people could never know. The only problem, he just realized, was that he would have to remember these lies now if he wanted to maintain a friendship with Vlad.

Damnit. Friends were hard work.

He raised a brow as Vlad stood, promising to show the virtues of money. Leaning to the side, he watched as the other man flashed a handful of bills at the bartender before returning with their drinks. Eyes huge, Max took his drink - which was made to his exact specifications, much to his surprise - and stared at Vlad. "Are you serious? How much was that, are some crappy drinks in some dive bar worth it?" Incredulous, he shook his head. "Man. Let's see how it worked."

Picking up the glass, he took a drink. Instantly, he appreciated Vlad's sacrifice. Grinning, he set it down and looked at the other man. "Oh man that's strong!" He let out a small whoop, ignoring the odd looks as he took another sip. "You are awesome, let's get that straight."

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[info]nobleblood
2010-06-06 07:02 am UTC (link)
Vlad really had no reason to disbelieve his response, and even if it was a lie, what did it matter? He had lied about his own past so many times over the years that sometimes he found it difficult to keep track. Since he had come to New York, Helena was the only one he'd shared a great deal of his past with - and even with her he'd left quite a bit out. "I see. You never imagined yourself as an actor, then, I assume."

He laughed at Max's incredulous tone, shaking his head. "Not as much as it looked like. Numerous small bills give the illusion of being worth more than if you were to simply slip someone a twenty." He raised his glass in a sort of mock cheer before taking a sip, noting with satisfaction that the bartender had not disappointed. "You see? It always works, and I appreciate the compliment. I have always wanted to be called awesome."

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[info]tooth_breaker
2010-06-06 05:33 pm UTC (link)
"No, sir, I did not," he said definitively. "Acting is for the shiny people. I like to sit back, watch it all pan out, out know?" And that wasn't entirely a lie. Max was the strange sort of person that could shift from life of the party to monster in the shadows at the drop of a hat. Sometimes he liked to be that shiny person in the center, drawing people in, while at others he could just hug the walls and stare. "Fast and loose" didn't even begin to describe him.

He stirred his drink with the provided straw - all drinks tasted better when there was a straw present - before taking a drink straight from the glass. "Oh yeah? Smart. I'll have to remember that." He raised his own glass towards Vlad's at the mock cheer, grinning fiendishly. "Well I'm glad to have made one of your dreams come true, my friend. Though it's hard to believe I'm the first to declare you awesome." He laughed. "You're like Chuck Norris if he was man enough to shave his beard. Beards are lies, you know. Men keep them not because they're badass - it's because they're afraid of how they'd look without a giant distraction on their face."

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[info]nobleblood
2010-06-07 07:13 am UTC (link)
Vlad could relate to that. He'd come to Bellum looking to lie low, but instead found himself in the center of numerous publicized situations - and things hadn't gotten better once everyone found out his fable was Dracula. It wasn't that he was unaccustomed to harsh scrutiny - in Romania he had to deal with being in the spotlight all the time - but he had hoped to have a break from it here. "Indeed I do. The sidelines often offer a nice view of what people manage to get themselves into."

The reference to Chuck Norris made him laugh, and unfortunately he happened to be in the process of taking a drink at the same time. He managed to swallow without too much coughing, although trying to think of himself as a man who had countless jokes in his name made it difficult. "That would make me better than Chuck Norris, considering my lack of a beard?"

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[info]tooth_breaker
2010-06-07 07:12 pm UTC (link)
At Vlad's mention of the sidelines, Max beamed. "And it's much easier to throw peanuts at people when they can't see where you're hiding." That reminded him - it had been a while since he had thrown small objects at random pedestrians. Maybe he'd do that tomorrow night. It would make him feel better about Brian's new "mental health" regiment. Not that he thought it was going to work, but it was a threat. Max hated threats.

Though Vlad didn't cough on his drink, Max saw the potential for it and grinned. He wondered if the other man had ever done a proper spit-take before in his life. If not, he'd have to change that. At his disbelieving question, Max nodded firmly. "Yes. Some people say that beards are the ultimate manly gauge, but I disagree. You can hide behind a beard. It's almost like a little shield. It takes a real man to bare his face to the world, with nothing to hide."

Now that, considering both of their hobbies, was hilarious as they were both clean shaven. Max burst out into laughter.

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[info]nobleblood
2010-06-08 02:58 am UTC (link)
Vlad had never thrown peanuts at anyone, although there was a time during his childhood when he took great pleasure in tormenting his father however he could. His mother was always a willing accomplice, never fearing her husband's wrath - not in public, at least. When he tried to carry on without her, though, there was no one to deflect his intolerance and he soon learned that his father's sense of humor was sharp and cruel; nothing like a sense of humor should have been. "True. It is quite amusing when they become confused and pretend not to be."

He found it more ironic than amusing, but he did allow a smirk as he took another drink. "I think that belief works in our favor," he said almost casually, as if murder were a topic to be spoken of lightly and even carelessly. "After all, if we are man enough to bare our faces to the world, what could we possibly have to hide?"

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[info]tooth_breaker
2010-06-08 03:40 am UTC (link)
"Oh yeah, and then when you call them on it they try to play it cool like they were in on it the whole time." Oh yes, Max was no stranger to being an anonymous public menace. He had once made a habit of dropping things on the people walking down the street under Brian's window. It had been such rewarding work.

At Vlad's casual response, Max collected himself from his laughter. "Exactly," he said, taking a sip of his drink. "There's nothing for us to hide. Nothing whatsoever." A small giggle escaped him as he took another drink. "We are as honest as the day is long. Truly." He paused in his fit, considering this. "Though really...if you want to think about it, we are. It's only natural, to do what we do." He shrugged. "Animals do it all the time."

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[info]nobleblood
2010-06-08 07:29 am UTC (link)
(( OOC: LOL THE MENTAL IMAGE OF MAX DROPPING THINGS ON POOR UNSUSPECTING PEOPLE IS AMAZING. ))

Vlad had never thought of murder as natural. He knew that it was against the law, of course - he wasn't an idiot - and he knew it was morally wrong, but somewhere along the line his morals must have suffered some sort of trauma because he didn't feel the guilt he should have. It might have been because his victims were complete strangers, and he was very good as disassociating himself and not even viewing them as people at all, or perhaps the impulse to kill was too strong to allow anything to get in its way. Regardless, he never tried to justify it - deny it, yes, but never justify. Why would he, after all?

"Ah, but some would argue that we are more advanced than animals and thus should know better than they do. Animals have no sense of morality or conscience. We humans do - or we are supposed to, at least." He shrugged. "Perhaps they only say that, however, because they are in denial. Humans have impulses and instincts just like animals, but very few people are willing to admit to that."

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[info]tooth_breaker
2010-06-08 06:31 pm UTC (link)
(( OOC: He will try to get Vlad to do it with him sometime. Just you wait. ))

Damnit, they had gotten on philosophy again. How did he do that? Maybe Max was just in the mood to share. It's not like he could talk about this with anybody else. All his past "friends" had been drunk, broken, or dead. He couldn't keep up an ongoing friendship - the closest he had gotten before was some blonde girl, but that had ended poorly - and now that he was with somebody who saw things the way he did, he had to fight the urge to hug and not let go.

Even imaginary friends needed a real friend sometime.

"There's no "supposed to's" in life," he said with a shrug, taking a sip of his drink. "And who's to say that it's against either of those things? What if, morally, I believe that what I do is right? I think that it's a positive thing. It's what's good for the world." He paused, grinning goofily. "I just lie back and think of England." With an immature chortle, he took another sip of his drink. "But seriously, if that's the case, then where's the harm? Where am I going wrong if what I do is morally permissible by my personal standards? Is there a social morality that I'm forced to conform to just because I happened to be born at this time and place?"

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[info]nobleblood
2010-06-09 06:18 am UTC (link)
(( OOC: LOL yes, this must happen. ))

Vlad was quite good at playing devil's advocate - too good, in some cases. He could take the side against what Max was saying, that there was a social morality that human begins had to adhere to in order to live in society; but he didn't want to argue. If people saw things the way his friend did, he wouldn't have to live with secret upon secret piled inside him. He supposed that laws stemmed from Christianity and their ten commandments, and since he was scornful of anything religious, it didn't mean much to him.

"There is a social morality, yes - but it changes with the time and place. Look back centuries ago, when kings reigned supreme. Their word was law, and if a king wanted to behead someone then it was done; and it was believed to be 'right'. The people with power decide what is and is not moral." He grinned, his former seriousness vanishing as he finished his drink and signaled the waitress for another. "All that means is that people like you and I need to be in power for what we do to be considered universally moral. Or we could continue to live by our own rules, and society be damned." It was contrary to what he was trying to do, but Max didn't need to know that he was attempting to control his blood lust.

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[info]tooth_breaker
2010-06-09 06:13 pm UTC (link)
(( OOC: It's one of those "So bad it's good" ideas. 8D ))

All this moral talk was making him antsy. Now more than ever, Max just wanted to beat something. It made him think of the one time he had left somebody alive, and he wondered if he could just do that again. Find some random person, beat the shit out of them, and then run. It wasn't a bad plan, right? Throwing back the rest of his drink, he slid the glass around on their table, glancing to Vlad.

"People with power decide everything," he snorted. As Vlad signaled for another drink, Max raised his hand as well. To ensure that she wasn't confused, he plucked the lime from his glass and waved it in the air with a grin. She rolled her eyes. It made him happy.

Popping the lime wedge into his mouth, he sucked on it for a moment as Vlad went on. Snorting, he spit out the rind and dropped it in his empty glass. "Yeah, I like the second option. Less responsibility, more fun. I mean, you can't just stop having fun. Sure, morals and logic all point to yes, but it's the thrill that makes it so worth it."

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[info]nobleblood
2010-06-09 08:53 pm UTC (link)
Vlad chuckled at the way the waitress rolled her eyes, and he glanced at the bartender, who gave him a slight nod. If the man wanted another tip, he'd make the drinks just as he had before. "Power is intoxicating." He should know - killing made him feel powerful, money made him powerful, and Dracula was the epitome of it; immortal, with strength and abilities no mortal man could ever possess. "Some kinds come with more responsibility than others, though."

For him it wasn't quite about fun, but he agreed wholeheartedly with the thrill part of it. That was why he did it, after all; his first murder had been more impulsive and less planned, but once he had a taste of that thrill it was impossible to just ignore. "Indeed it does," he agreed. "It's the thrill of a predator, of knowing you are the one to be feared rather than being afraid."

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[info]tooth_breaker
2010-06-09 11:30 pm UTC (link)
What did Max know of power? Nothing. He barely existed as it was. No, the only power he had was over his Lovely Seven. Or, as he hoped to call them soon, Awesome Eight. Damn, just thinking about adding another member to their family made him itchy inside. He almost wanted to say "fuck this" and drag Vlad down to the nearest college campus. But no. He would be patient. He could wait. Just like a big boy.

"Well, we can't all be Spiderman," he said off-handedly, no real heart in his voice. But he rebounded quickly, glancing over at Vlad as he mentioned being a predator. Was that what they were? He supposed they were. A grin spread across his face. "Yeah?" He paused. "Yeah. That's it, I bet." The waitress returned with their drinks - and Max's had a lime - and dropped them off quickly so that she could disappear as soon as possible. Laughing, Max took a sip of his. "The world is full of sheep, and we are the wolves. They don't even notice because our disguises are so good."

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[info]nobleblood
2010-06-10 04:12 am UTC (link)
Vlad waved his hand dismissively, although his knowledge of Spiderman didn't go much farther than the basics and the movie versions. "No one wants to be Spiderman, do they?" He was a rather pathetic superhero, in his opinion, when the topic of comic book heroes even entered his mind - which happened rarely.

He wasn't entirely positive about Max, but he knew that in simple terms he would be called a predator. It was what he did, after all - he hunted. At first he'd killed whoever was close and easy, but after a while it became more of an instinctive prowl. He was the wolf and everyone else were defenseless sheep. "Exactly. We truly are different from them, you know; but we do a very good job of blending in. The ones with poor disguises, well..." He laughed. "They end up in jail."

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[info]tooth_breaker
2010-06-10 05:32 pm UTC (link)
And they were back with the funny jokes that poor Vlad would never get. The mention of disguises made him snicker again, taking a sip of his drink and looking away. His face was red, and he tried his best to wish it away. Sadly, that didn't seem to work in the real world. So he just took a few deep breaths to calm the giggles. Luckily, that worked better than wishing.

"Yeah, it's true. Prison's full of morons that weren't smart enough to cover their tracks. They stood out to much. You'n me? We're invisible." He laughed, taking another sip and squishing the lime wedge between his thumb and forefinger. "Granted, inside we're both just a pair of sick, demented, psycho fucks." He paused, shrugging. "But we wear it well." He looked over at Vlad with a grin. "Like green. I love green, it brings out my eyes. You, I could see in blue. Not light blue, a darker one."

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[info]nobleblood
2010-06-10 06:03 pm UTC (link)
The problem with having Vlad's sense of humor was that a lot of jokes went right over his head and he never even realized it. The plus side was that a lot of his own jokes completely failed to register with other people, and their ignorance was quite amusing. Still, he really didn't understand what Max found so funny. Did he have something to drink before they met up, perhaps?

He frowned slightly, not particularly thrilled about being called a 'sick, demented psycho fuck'. Yes, what he did was abhorrent, but plenty of other people participated in things that were downright sickening - the only difference was that he crossed the line between legal and illegal. It was a fine line, often coming with a lot of grey area. "Good to know you think so highly of me, and of yourself," he said, sarcasm evident in his tone. "Luckily what matters is what he appear to be, not what we are." He raised his eyebrows. "Are you my fashion consultant now? Should I bring you with me the next time I decide to update my wardrobe?"

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[info]tooth_breaker
2010-06-10 08:05 pm UTC (link)
Oh, if only he knew. Luckily, Max managed to avoid laughing this time. After all, he couldn't giggle every time Vlad mentioned appearances being deceiving or a disguise being effective. He might catch on. Okay, he wouldn't. Nobody would. The truth was too strange, too fictional for anybody to grasp. He wondered what would happen if somebody ever did find out. It'd probably be funny, actually.

It was obvious that Vlad wasn't pleased with the "psycho fuck" comment, but that was tough. It was true. Max had no illusions about who and what he was. He wasn't real. He was just a cast, a little bubble wrap cushion for Brian's problems. Everything about him was vile. He had come to terms with that. Mostly.

"This is true. What you are doesn't mean a damn thing now." He took a sip from his drink, shaking his head. "If you sparkle, people'll come running. Even if you're rotting inside." His expression darkened briefly as he sucked on the lime wedge, but lightened as he mentioned the fashion consulting. "I'm a man of many talents. Clearly. If you ever wanted an update, I could make you look so fly that you could jump off the roof of Bellum and not become road pizza."

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[info]nobleblood
2010-06-10 09:16 pm UTC (link)
Vlad had to fight tremendously to keep himself from laughing at the mention of sparkling, since Max didn't know yet about the fable nonsense and trying to explain it would probably fail horribly. Somehow 'Dracula lives inside me' didn't sound much better than 'I become a fictional monster every full moon.' He would find out for himself soon enough anyway.

"People can be so very blind to the truth," he said with a shrug. "They see what they want to, and ignore everything else. It does work in our favor, which is why I cannot complain." He didn't think his own fashion sense was that bad, and he was just as able to wear jeans as he was a suit. Most of the time. "I might just take you up on that offer someday."

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[info]tooth_breaker
2010-06-10 09:38 pm UTC (link)
"Oh, yeah. That too." Sometimes ignorance was fun. Max took another sip of his drink, suddenly wishing he hadn't already sucked his lime wedge dry. "You should," he said definitively with a nod. "You're cool, but you kind of give off this...weird vibe. Very..." He paused, nose wrinkled as he tried to think of the word. "European." Granted, he wasn't doing much better. Brian dressed like a moron, and there was nothing Max could do about it. Damn secrets.

After a moment, he couldn't contain himself any longer. Glancing up at the rest of the bar, he leaned in slightly towards Vlad, head down and voice dropping to just above a whisper. "So. Where's a good place to, uh...carry out the deed around here? I'm serious, man, I'm about to lose it." Any other person would've thought that Max was about to enact a scene from a pornographic video, but Vlad knew better. "It's been a year. I've gotta do something."

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[info]nobleblood
2010-06-10 09:52 pm UTC (link)
Vlad was well aware of the fact that he made some people uncomfortable, but he'd never usually minded - if he cared enough to get to know someone, then he was quite capable of appearing friendly and approachable. Still, it did make him slightly defensive all the same. "That might be because I am European, Max." He let a few moments pass, trying and failing to resist pursuing the topic further by taking a drink. "You think this 'weird vibe' is because of the way I dress?"

Trying to imagine what other people would think if they heard what Max said made him stifle his laughter, but at least no one would think he was talking about murder. "The cemetery near Bellum is almost always empty, and it is especially deserted at night. Not many people go near it - as well, the park is not bad either, especially underneath the bridge." He knew that one from experience. "There is no shortage of dark alleyways in the city, of course... filled with the sort of people no one would miss." It was only slightly alarming, how easily he could talk about this when he'd been trying to avoid the very topic for so long, and he pointedly avoided thinking of Helena or anyone else who might inspire some kind of guilt.

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[info]tooth_breaker
2010-06-10 09:57 pm UTC (link)
As Vlad mentioned being European, Max scoffed. "Yeah, just pull the race card, why don't ya?" Rolling his eyes, he took another sip of his drink. "And it's either your clothes or your hair. I can't decide."

However, he was all serious when Vlad began dishing the advice. Man, he knew so much. It was awe-inspiring, really. "Awesome," he said softly. There was no overly verbose comment, no silly little joke. Just a small, dark smile that tugged at the corner of his mouth. His flamboyant personality seemed to disappear for a moment, giving Vlad a window into the bleakest depths of Max's borrowed heart.

"And if you ever wanted to play doubles again sometime," he said quietly, smile turning into a big grin. "Just send me an e-mail. I'd love the chance to show off." He drew back, finishing his drink with a sense of accomplishment. He was going to like it here.

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[info]nobleblood
2010-06-11 01:16 am UTC (link)
He suspected this might be another one of his jokes, so Vlad simply shrugged. "I think it has more to do with the way I talk. If I spoke differently, perhaps I would not give off such 'weird vibes'." He smirked and cleared his throat for effect. "I don't think most people think I'm capable of talking like this, but they don't realize it's a choice rather than a simple inability to talk like a regular American." He spoke without a hint of accent, a marked change from his usual accented drawl, and after laughing at the waitress' expression as she passed their table he reverted back to his usual way of speaking.

It was only faintly unsettling, the way Max said that one simple word, but at the same time the prospect of killing with a partner again was thrilling. He knew he shouldn't, but instead he simply smiled. "I will keep that in mind."

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