Lexington "Lex" Bostwick (ex_rapidhush770) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2010-08-24 20:51:00 |
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Entry tags: | #solo, 2009-07-24, lex |
I know what's wrong with me, I got no vision see
Who: Lex and a couple NPCs
Where: Ad Gustum
When: Midday, something like that. He doesn't know, he lost track
Warning: Lex is not himself... at all
What the ever living fuck was wrong with the vampire community? He could understand hunting prey down and enjoying fresh blood, yes. Hell, he encouraged that shit, but draining them dry? It had to be a newbie vamp who didn't know the difference. Stupid morons. They just had to bring that shitstorm to Scarlet Oak, his territory. Lovely, now this meant Lex couldn't go out at night and try to scan for new candidates at the brothel. With the increase in police forces, he decided to wait this one out.
Which now meant he was sitting in Ad Gustum with nothing to do.
He could have gone to see Kitty, but he wasn't in the mood to deal with a woman in general. His last couple of run ins left him bitter and miserable. You know, more so than usual. Leaning back in his chair in his chambers, he forced out a sigh while jumping up to his feet. Fuck it, if he was going to sit around and do nothing, he might as well get drunk off of some fine blood. Lex knew there were a couple bottles that were high in alcohol content somewhere. That would do quite well right about then. Wearing just a tshirt and pants, he blinked his way down the dark hallways and ended up to the small kitchen area, poking around in the fridge and stared at the three bottles of blood.
One without a label, but with a distinct scent of angelic blood. One with a label that read POT, indicating drug-induced blood. And one with a label DO NOT DRINK. Funny, the last two spelled almost identical - definite strong drugs going on there. Hmm, that was weird. He swore there was alcoholic blood lying around. Someone else must have snagged it before him. Oh well. With a roll of his blue eyes, he swiped the one reading POT and figured nothing was wrong with getting a little high. It would take the edge off of his nerves by far. After nuking the bottle in the microwave, he pulled the container out and downed the whole thing in a matter of seconds.
And by then, it was too late to realize the bottle of marijuana-blood had been mixed up with the bottle of schizo-psychic blood.
Pulling the bottle away from his lips, he took in a deep breath and then let out an overly excited bellow, "HOLY FUCKING SHIT, THIS STUFF IS AWESOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOME!" Drugs did strange things to people and apparently it made Lexington Bostwick one happy ass motherfucker. From there, he chucked the bottle out and proceeded to shadow jump down the hallways, screaming out "WEEEEE!" with each time he landed, receiving a lot of weird looks from several of the workers. Eventually, he came to one of the more well lit rooms, and thus tripped over his own feet and stumbled halfway down.
"Oh dear god, are you ok!?" One of the laundry ladies exclaimed while Lex lied on the floor. It looked like he was crying in pain, but he was actually just laughing his ass off to the point of being hysterical. She blinked at him and then leaned down to try and help him up. "NONONONONONONONO! ........ NO!"
"... no wha-"
"SHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
The lady's eyes widened while Lex put a finger to his lips and his eyes darted around in massive paranoia. "DO YOU HEAR THAT?!"
"Hear wha-"
"THE COLORS! THEY'RE SAYING STUFF!"
Oh, wow. Yeah. Someone had to cut a certain vampire off all drug-related blood.
"...the colors?"
"YES! THEY'RE RIGHT THERE!" He pointed at the white ceiling, paused, then jerked his head to the side and pointed in a different direction. "AND THERE..... AND THERE.... THERE... THERE. THERE. THERE. THERE-"
"The hell is going on?" One of the prostitutes poked her head out, obviously disturbed by the blood hunter's outburst.
"I think-"
"OH MY GOD, THIS CARPET IS AMAZING."
"-Lex got-"
"IT'S LIKE..... SMOOOOOOOOOOOOTH."
"-into the stash-"
"I'M GONNA PET IT FOREVER AND NAME IT FUZZYWIZZ."
"-of psychic blood."
The prostitute just stood for a second, blinked, looked at Lex fondling the carpet, then back to the laundry lady. "Honey, I don't think that's just psychic blood." And while she was talking, she didn't realize Lex had sneakily crawled along the floor to come up to her side and smell her hair. "...?! What the-"
"YOUR HAIR. IT'S CHANGE COLORS. I CAN SMELL IT."
"....wow, dude. I'm going to count to ten, and if you're not on the other side of the-"
WOOSH! Lex bolted on down, his immense speed at his side this time around. He was at the other end of the hallway within a second. "OK! I'M HERE! NOW WHAT!" The poor prostitute just face palmed and ended up going back into her room, thus leaving the laundry lady by herself. Lex ended up following her around the entire time, extremely fascinated with her supplies. "WHAT IS THAT?! OH MY GOD, ARE THOSE LINGERIE. IS IT LACE?! I LOVE LACE? CAN I HAVE IT? PLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASE- AWWWWWWWW, WHY NOT?!" He even stole some white bedsheets and hide under them, poking his wide eyes out to see where he was going, and proceeded to lurk around the mansion and sneak up behind people before flailing about and yelling, "I'M THE CUM MONSTER! BLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"
Sadly, the bedsheets were stolen from him, to which Lex grabbed onto for dear life and screamed, "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" as he was dragged halfway across the mansion and down a flight stairs to the laundry room. Hell, he even curled up in the washing machine and begged the lady to turn it on while he was in it. Eventually, she threw her hands up in the air and left him to his own devices.
And dear lord, was that a bad idea.
He had came across a bottle of bleach and for some reason thought it was a brilliant idea to us it. On his hair. It was a great thing that he was already dead, or else nothing good would come of this. But then his hair was too white. It needed... color! Yes! And the colors were talking to him, too, you see. They said he needed something bright and happy and then everyone would love him. "YAY! I'M GONNA BE LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVED!" And then he went skipping down the hallway in search for some pink dye. And then his hair was pink.
And did he stopped there? Oh, fuck no.
Lex had to experiment with all the lovely tools in the dressing room where he found the hair dye. Now a majority of his hair was gone, leaving him with a pink mohawk. Well, he didn't realize that's what he did, seeing he couldn't see his reflection. He just moved his hand around and did stuff with the razor. And when that was done, he splurge on a shit ton of make-up and made a two-year-old in her mommy's make-up look high class. And to top it off, he then marched around completely butt naked down the hallways shouting out, "I'M BEAUTIFUL!"
And then proceeded to pass out in the middle of the hallways.
When he woke up, he was back in his chambers as if nothing had happened. Blinking his eyes, he groaned and rubbed his head. Wow, that was one bad trip he couldn't remember. All Lex could remember was... colors. Grumbling to himself, he threw on just a pair of jeans and walked on out to stretch out his limbs. It was then he bumped into one of the prostitutes, watching her eyes widen in shock at what she saw.
"What?" He spat coldly at her, not amused by her stare.
"...your hair."
"Yes, I have it. So stop staring and-"
"Dude, it's pink."
....what?
The prostitute just snorted and walked on off, leaving Lex to stand there blinking in confusion and frustration. Seriously, was this a joke? Because it wasn't like he could look in the mirror and check. It did feel like he had a lot less hair, but... pink? Really? Must have been prank night in Ad Gustum, because every damn whore he bumped into was saying the same thing. Damn women! Lies! He didn't believe them! LEXINGTON BOSTWICK DID NOT HAVE PINK FUCKING HAIR. End of story.
Oh, ignorance was bliss.