Nick Cutler (![]() ![]() @ 2012-05-12 23:31:00 |
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Current music: | Augie March - Becoming Bryn |
Entry tags: | !plot, nina pickering, {nick cutler |
And if you see me rising up through the floor with unblinking eyes..
Characters: Nick Cutler and Nina Pickering
When: Late Friday/Early Saturday
Location: Rear Kitchen Car
Warnings/Rating: Language.
Summary: Cutler has been avoiding contact with other passengers and sneaks to the kitchen car in the evening for some distracting food. He breaks into song, of course.
Status: Closed // Ongoing
Cutler was aware of the singing. Everyone was aware of the singing by now. And not only were people serenading each other in their rooms or in the halls, the kitchens, dining cars.. probably the bathrooms for all he knew, they were even posting their songs on the network. Cutler had made an executive decision to avoid leaving his room unless he absolutely had to. Yes, he was afraid of what he might come out with like everyone else. But unlike everyone else, what he might come out with could sign his death warrant. He had no intention of becoming properly dead. In addition to avoiding outside contact, Cutler had taken it a step further today by trying not to spend any time on the network, or even use the devices the train had given him. That had left him with the games and files that were on the phone that had come with him for entertainment. Those and staring out the window, anyway. He might have been able to cope if he wasn't also dealing with having to cut down his blood intake. It made him agitated and, at this moment, fidgety. Cutler consumed normal food and drink. He was the type of vampire that could do so, and he'd been doing a bit more so lately. In part to sustain him, but mostly to occupy him. He did so like to have a glass in his hand. But as it stood, he had run out of everything he'd smuggled back to his room and that didn't set well with the aforementioned fidgets. Fidgety was not a good way for him to be. When he felt that it was late enough for most of the other passengers to be in their rooms asleep, save for the night owls, he ventured out. Cutler had one destination in mind and zero intention of stopping anywhere along the way. So he strode with purpose through the carts between his and the kitchen car, happy he'd managed not to burst into song along the way. He went to the fridges first, pulling out a hock of.. something. He didn't really mind what it was, to be honest, so he sliced off a little meat to nibble on whilst he was there, then returned it to its place. Food was limited he knew, but he needed something to munch on, lest he start munching on the other passengers. He ventured into the pantry and returned with a packet of some sort of delicious biscuits and a bottle of something that wasn't real wine. They'd have to do. Cutler went to sigh, but instead found words forming on his tongue in somewhat of a musical sense. He was awkward. Very awkward. And he did not look pleased as he sung.. I dreamt I got a snake bite Just a dream, but upon waking up my head felt light, my arm felt tight Where the serpent struck a mark so faintly there upon me, with very little warning in the end And if you think that I'm becoming the worst I can become, you got another thing coming baby I've a few tricks up my dirty white sleeve Run! Run! Run! Run! Run! Run! Run! Run! Run! Run! I see that you got well made hands You're well put together, you smell like apples, taste like the sea And in your nature a full set of vigours I have a vision of you ripely, hanging from the tree, swinging in the orchard breeze And though nobody wants a part of the ritual, you could at least keep me an honest vigil And if you see me rising up through the floor with unblinking eyes Run! Run! Run! Run! Run! Run! Run! Run! Run! Run! I lie awake tonight, its weight upon my chest, smell of the well upon the unwell Voice from the dark water I don't recognise that there's a thing that I must do, a question I should ask Who are you? Why do you come for me? Who are you? Why do you come for me? Who are you? Why do you come for me? Oh nobody wants a part of the ritual, you could at least keep me an honest vigil And if you see me coming out the door with a bloody hand Run! Run! Run! Run! Run! And if you see me rising up through the floor with unblinking eyes Run! Run! Run! Run! Run! Run! Run! Run! Run! Run! Run! Run! Run! Run! Run! He stood there a moment somewhat dazed by the impromptu performance. This fucking train. |