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Tweak says, "Make a Moose!"

MarinaNova NPCs (marinanova_npc) wrote in marinanova,
@ 2012-11-01 22:56:00

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:mingle, artemis crock, buffy summers, claire bennet, cross marian, daniel osbourne, dawn summers, dean winchester, derek morgan, faith lehane, itachi uchiha, jessica hamby, kitty pryde (aoa), lacus clyne, laura kinney, loki laufeyson, michiru kaiou, penelope garcia, piter de vries, rebecca crane, sam merlotte, sookie stackhouse, spencer reid, spike, tyki mikk, wally west, wolfram von bielefeld, xander harris

191 - GHOST EVENT MINGLE
[Who ya gonna call? No one. This is a mingle. Now go get your ghostly sightings, possessions, and impersonations on.]

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turnsonadime
2012-11-29 05:48 pm UTC (link)

[That's definitely not the case. He liked letting his anger get the better of him at times, let his frustrations out and kick some ass. Like with that Panther. He just wasn't typically the sort to go looking for trouble even if he often didn't follow the rules either.]

She wasn't really stabable. She was immortal, nothin' could hurt her or kill her, she had no weaknesses. The trick of it was convincin' her I was her horned God. Because she believed I was him, she was able to be wounded and killed.

[Better make yourself comfortable Spike, there's a long story coming on. He can tell you about other troubles later, or dodge, whichever he gets away with.]

See, Maenads used to be human, but through magics and belief in their God and their own power they become stronger, indestructible and soon take over an entire population of people with her energies, feeding off them and controlling them to party and destroy and fuck like wild animals in utter chaos. So by believing she was a goddess, she became one and got more people to feed into her belief. The more people she feeds from and influences the stronger she gets. I don't really know how that makes any sense but there you have it.

Through her devotion to the divine she subjugated my town in an attempt to resurrect her god. She killed people, took their hearts, drank their blood and fed off the energy of the town to grow stronger. Then she tried to kill me and use me as a vessel for her God to come into the world, used my blood and woulda torn out my heart if I hadn't had help.

That's when I turned into her bull god and ran her through so she was convinced she was the sacrifice and would give up her immortality. Then I ripped out her black heart and crushed it in my hand.

[Have a motion to go with it, clenching his fist and getting all serious faced.]

It was the most satisfyin' feelin' I have ever felt, next to sex. That woman had been followin' me since I was a teen.

[A good swig after that.]

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chipswiththat
2012-11-29 06:25 pm UTC (link)

[ Oh, he's comfortable alright. Downright patient even, blue eyes locked on Sam as he goes through the story and aside from the occasional sip of vodka he's pretty much spellbound. At the end he leans back, and with a fair amount of respect in his voice...]

Bloody hell... I really didn't think you had it in you. [ No, seriously. You're not the average redneck, are you Sam?] 's a good feelin', isn't it?

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turnsonadime
2012-11-29 07:15 pm UTC (link)

[He snerked softly at that disbelief. Many didn't, yet others in town had labeled him a murder suspect pretty quickly too, back when he was innocent of it anyway. Truth was they weren't that far off.]

You wouldn't be the first. And yeah, it is. Too good sometimes... it scares the hell out of me, but I can't help it.

Like when I beat that werepanther's face in, that felt great. And when I shot my ex and her boyfriend after they fucked me over?

[Yeah that alcohol sure is making him loose. He's about to get a little heated here.] She played with my heart, got me thinkin' we'd have a life together, run away and have kids, got me to break into a place and steal thousands of dollars worth of jewelery only to stab me in the back and run off with the guy she loved and my money.

I tracked them down after they sold the stuff, killed them both and took what was rightfully mine. That dickhead will never call me stupid again.

[Getting to the bottom of his glass and turning to grab more... that is probably not a good idea but hey, who's going to stop him?]

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chipswiththat
2012-11-29 08:08 pm UTC (link)

[ Spike sure wasn't going to pull on the breaks anytime soon. Sam had played it so close to the chest ever since they met and it was pretty damn interesting to hear just what kind of man he was now that he wasn't trying to keep up appearances.

Leaning forward onto the counter Spike chuckled softly, thoroughly amused by this sudden confession.]

Damn, you don't mess around do you? I feel like we should be havin' this lit'le talk in a church. [ Which would be fine, really.] You'd make a pretty fierce demon, I'd wager.

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turnsonadime
2012-11-29 08:34 pm UTC (link)

[He takes another drink and swallows it raggedly when Spike drops that little suggestion. He sets his glass down, feeling a little sick at the thought. Sure, he couldn't deny how good it felt to let things go, to let his anger get the better of him and to just give people what he felt they deserved. He also knew that what he did wasn't good, at all. He hurt and killed people. It wasn't right.

He shakes his head.]

I'm not proud of it. I'm not.

[He wasn't sure who he was trying to convince. It was hard shaking the feeling though. He felt good about it and that wasn't right.]

I shot my own brother because of this...anger inside of me. He took my money and ran too. I coulda killed him but I didn't. I can't keep doin' this, I don't want to keep hurtin' people.

[He shoved his glass forward. Take it Spike, finish that off he shouldn't have anymore.]

I just... can't help it sometimes. It's part of my nature. Us shifters run a little hotter than others. Not just our bodies but our tempers too, it's hard to control it sometimes.

[Not really paying attention to who could over hear him about all this.]

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chipswiththat
2012-11-29 11:21 pm UTC (link)

[ Although he himself couldn't relate to that crushing guilt anymore, Spike still recognized it for what it was — an unfortunate byproduct of having that spark. A conscience only served to complicate things, he believed and normally he would've snarked and snarled and boasted about how much he didn't miss it... but Sam knew all that already.

It was time for a different approach.

Straightening himself up some, Spike scoffed (couldn't let it slip by completely, after all) before draining his glass.]

So don't control it. [ Simple and followed by a raised finger. He wasn't finished, there's a solution in here somewhere.] If it's part of your nature, you need to let it out to play or all that pent up aggression's gonna make you combust one of these days. What th' blood wants, it wants.

[ A sly smirk at that. Catch his drift or does he need to clarify? ]

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turnsonadime
2012-11-29 11:42 pm UTC (link)

[Sam wasn't quite sure what he was suggesting and it was pretty clear by the furrowed brow and expression he gave the other. He shook his head slightly in a 'I dont know what you just said to me' kind of way.]

I... I'm not going t'just go around hurtin' people when I feel like it!

[Which would really only be when said person was pissing him off to begin with. Which would take some incredible douchebaggary unless he were good and hammered.]

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	chipswiththat 2012-11-29 11:52 pm UTC (link)
	[ An eyeroll here. Why is this so complicated? He will never know.] I know, you're one of th' good guys an' you wouldn't hurt a flea unless it killed your nan first. I get it, alright? [ Sigh.] 's not what I'm talkin' about. Did Buffy never talk to you 'bout the therapeutical effects of kickin' undead ass? (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	turnsonadime 2012-11-30 12:12 am UTC (link)
	Sort of? But I don't exactly have Slayer strength... [Narrowing his eyes slightly at the blond as something slowly started to click. Blame the alcohol he wasn't as sharp as he normally is.] You want me to fight you? (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	chipswiththat 2012-11-30 12:14 am UTC (link)
	Finally. [ No really, he did not want to spell that out.] You're not th' only one whose all worked up with no place to go. [ A tap at his temple at that — remember the chip? ] (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

turnsonadime
2012-11-30 12:41 am UTC (link)

[There was a moment where Spike's wording tripped him up and made him suspicious but it passed on quick enough, knowing what he meant. He hesitates.

Had he not been drinking there would definitely be more questioning to follow all this. Could he trust him not to put him in the hospital being one big one. Instead, he reached a conclusion quick, his cares pretty far out the window already.]

Alright. Why not? If you want me t'kick your ass who am I to say no?

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	chipswiththat 2012-11-30 11:49 pm UTC (link)
	Whoa there, Sally. Let's not get ahead of ourselves here. I'm not goin' to be your sandbag, if that's what you think. I can promise not to break your frail lit'le arse, but even that's a stretch. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	turnsonadime 2012-12-01 12:02 am UTC (link)
	I'm not frail. [Said with a serious furrow of his brow. Stop picking on him >( ] And I can hold my own! (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	chipswiththat 2012-12-01 02:07 am UTC (link)
	[ There's a chuckle at that — compared to Slayers and demons? You're practically made out of porcelain, Sam Merlotte.] C'mon then. Let's see what you got. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

turnsonadime
2012-12-01 03:07 am UTC (link)

[He can feel the familiar stirrings of anger rise up at that chuckle. He hates it when people look down on him, think he's weak and pathetic. He'll show him.

This could be dangerous. The alcohol in his system is not letting him think straight or clearly.

He shoves the bottle of vodka forward.]

Finish that and meet me out back.

[He shifts off of his stool and stumbles out.]

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chipswiththat
2012-12-01 02:18 pm UTC (link)

[ The grin that Spike offers up in response would definitely make more sober men think twice about their life choices, but all things considered Sam is relatively safe. They have their pact and Spike is in too much of a need for a companion to snap the shifters neck in a semi-friendly brawl. Sure, there will be bruises and bloodshed and maybe a cracked bone or two, but he'll play relatively nice.

He grabs the bottle and gulps down most of the contents before following the other out back. Loose and relaxed with a tentative grip on what few inhibitions he's got, but he's not so drunk that he can't keep control of himself. Vampire. This is why he asked for two. ]

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turnsonadime
2012-12-01 03:23 pm UTC (link)

[Sam on the other hand is coming a bit unhinged with his control. He drank a lot more than he intended, hell, he'd started his fifth glass or so before shoving the rest over to Spike. This is what happens when he gets talking about upsetting things. At least this time he'll have an outlet that can heal.

He can feel it though, scratching at the back of his skull like a rabid animal. All that pent up anger and aggravation about his situation here or back home, the people he deals with day in and day out, the shit he's put up with and gone through. How people look down on him or think they can walk all over him. The alcohol awakens his aggression like little else and his patience for things is all but gone. He also tends to be brutally honest and rude to everyone around him, even if they don't deserve it.]

About fuckin' time. I thought for a sec you'd run away.

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chipswiththat
2012-12-01 07:55 pm UTC (link)

Me? [ He chuckles darkly, falls into a relaxed swagger.] Not me, mate. I've faced th' Apocalypse. You don't exactly measure up.

[ Goading him on, definitely but Spike isn't exactly someone who likes being taken lightly either. He spent his entire human life being ridiculed and ignored and his first decision as a vampire was to change all that. No one would ever look down on him again. No one would think he was beneath them. ]

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	turnsonadime 2012-12-01 08:50 pm UTC (link)
	We'll see about that. [Making a motion for the other to come at him.] C'mon then. Hit me if you're so big and bad. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	chipswiththat 2012-12-01 09:57 pm UTC (link)
	If you insist... [ There's a feral grin and then he lunges, not holding back for a second with this first, lightning-quick swing towards Sam's face. ] (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

turnsonadime
2012-12-02 05:02 pm UTC (link)

[At first Sam thought to dodge, knowing damn well Spike was a lot stronger than a human and could really do some damage if he wasn't holding back. The guy had said he would do what he could not to put him in the hospital but could he honestly trust him?

In the end the alcohol and his ego got the better of him. He thought he could be tough and just take that blow head on like a man, show Spike he wasn't afraid. So it struck him solidly, snapping his head to the side so hard he damn near toppled over. He staggered, barely catching himself with how off kilter he was already due to being drunk. Somehow he managed to sway just right and stay on his feet. He tasted blood, cursing and spitting a glob of red to the ground.

It didn't take much to give him that one push. That punch had his nerves on fire and his blood boiling in all the right ways. He gave the blond a fiery look and lunged for him in return, swinging for his torso.

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chipswiththat
2012-12-03 01:24 am UTC (link)

[ It wasn't really okay how good that one punch made him feel. He hadn't been experiencing a complete dry spell but the fights he'd been getting into since his arrival were few and far between compared to home and he just didn't feel right without a spot of trouble. Now, with the familiar feel of knuckles connecting solidly with bone and flesh... Spike was beginning to feel like his old self again.

He laughed drunkenly as the other stumbled, exhilarated by the adrenaline rush to the point of giggling. That fiery look was met with a wide grin and a cock of the head — c'mon then. Show him what you got.

The fight that followed was a steady stream of carefully restrained blows and a lack of blocking. Spike let most of the punches Sam threw his way land and kept his own on the side of bruising rather than breaking, sticking to safer areas like the torso with the occasional slap over the head. ]

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turnsonadime
2012-12-03 01:59 am UTC (link)

[Spike had been right. It was incredibly satisfying to know he could go all out on the vampire and not have to worry about murdering someone. He didn't hold back and just as well, every blow he received only helped to keep his own fire going.

Of course, after a while he started to lose that energy and adrenalin. He started to get tired and achy. His limbs or body were taking enough of a beating to start to protest. He kept going as long as he could but soon the fatigue and alcohol combination was too much. One last blow to his gut and he toppled over backwards. There probably wasn't nearly enough force behind it to lay him out but Sam was sprawled over the ground. He groaned, breathing hard and letting the dome spin above him dizzily.]

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	chipswiththat 2012-12-03 08:31 pm UTC (link)
	[ This was satisfying in the same way butcher's blood was satisfying — it helped quench the thirst but didn't quite fill his needs the way the real deal would. Still, it was better than nothing and when Sam fell back at that final punch Spike felt better than he had in days. ] Had enough? [ Annoyingly eager. C'mon Sam, you can do better. ] (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	turnsonadime 2012-12-03 10:34 pm UTC (link)
	[Groaning again. Spike was like an excited child.] Just... gimme a minute. [Seriously. The dome needs to stop spinning first and maybe he can get back up to try again. He wasn't quite ready to be down and out yet. He wished he were younger and a little more spry.] (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)