Who: Dusty and Gideon
When: June 20th, 2009 - around 12:05am
Where: Trailer Park
Dusty was still upset over his quarrel with Gareth when midnight had rolled around, his head still messy and his emotional state turned upside-down. He didn't know how to feel about what had happened, only that Gareth had done some very unfair things and - in Dusty's mind - it was enough to continue to harbor a feeling of betrayal for the younger man. His day had been hell right from the get-go, and it had ended far worse than he ever could have imagined. His strange meeting with the weirdo in the park, the vampires that knew about him and claimed they had blood in common, Gareth's god damn crucifix... and then there were all the animals wandering around, getting in his damn way every few minutes. Dusty sighed, running his hands over his head and lamenting silently over the lack of hair. He hadn't even been given the chance to grow it out, maybe get a nice comb-over going... He grunted his dissatisfaction, eyes wandering the trailer park as he did.
Bad luck and stupid people; it was all the day had really consisted of, and in the end, to make matters worth, he was starving. He drank from Gareth time to time, but it wasn't enough. He thought maybe he could train himself to be okay with it, to man up and get through it, but... Gareth didn't have enough blood in his scrawny body for Dusty to feel comfortable taking more than he absolutely needed. They'd managed to get by so far, but what happened when things got worse? What happened when he became hungry enough that he didn't have a choice...? Maybe his body would take over for him, making him commit acts that made his stomach turn.
These thoughts plagued the Gabriel vampire as he stalked through the trailer park, lonely, hungry and cast out of his own home.