Not Honest: An Original RPG

italiano_angel @ 10:31 pm: Who: Alex and Open
Where: Bexley
When: Friday Night

Vampire hunters amused Alex in all the wrong ways. The boy that Percy had brought home was still sleeping on the couch, which was amazing in general, but Alex was particularly impressed with the guts Brody had in staying with two vampires. Not that Percy was really there that much. He lingered close to Dawn, but usually behind closed doors, and in his own world.

But Alex spent his time investigating Brody, because he had the time...and he could.

Except tonight the vampire had decided to explore, to see if he could find these so called 'Bexley Hunters' that he'd over heard a pair of demons discussing at the Black Drum. If nothing else, Alex was aware that the hunters could certainly provide him with the needed entertainment to make his days somehow less boring. Much less boring.

"How much is that doggy in the widow," he sang to himself as he walked along the empty road, looking about. "The one with the waggily tail, how much is that doggy in the window...." He never could remember anything beyond that. It was a stupid song, but then again a group of hunters claiming to be a fictional movie character that killed vampires with ridiculous flair was equally lacking in intelligence. "Oh where, oh where has my little dog gone, oh where, oh where can he be...."

Tags: alassandro deluca, jean-julian alexandre marais, open

outlawangel @ 10:55 pm: It’s motherfucking booze time.
WHO: Phineas and OPEN
WHERE: The Black Drum
WHEN: Early evening

He actually really shouldn’t be here. It’s beneath him. It’s not fitting for his kind. And it’s not like anyone won’t ever know because, c’mon, he knows more than anyone that someone is always watching.

But that dumb song is right. Sometimes you just want to go where everyone knows your name.

‘Phineas.’

‘Yep,’ he says, settling down warily on a stool.

He comes here too much. The bartender doesn’t even ask what he wants anymore. They have this little skit they play out every time, with the man getting him a whiskey and Phineas promising aloud to drink only one and drink it slowly. And the barkeep just dries a glass and shakes his head.

He shouldn’t be here. He should be out looking for something constructive to do, someone to help. God knows there are plenty of them out there.

But he doesn’t understand people anymore. They have changed so much over the past century, withdrawing into themselves, going through the day without so much as a smile or spoken courtesy to another, not their families, not their friends, not a stranger and espically not a stranger in a derby hat. And they’ve all got these stupid little things on their ears that they talk into and you can’t tell if their insane or not!

But there is one person who’s always consistent.

Jack Daniels.

Despite keeping his resolution to sip his whiskey slowly, he doesn’t take long for him to start feeling jovial.

His eyes sweep the room in search of someone to bother with his good mood.

Tags: alassandro deluca, open, phineas caldwell

italiano_angel @ 06:46 pm: Making way for a new beginning...
Who: Percy and Alex and OPEN
Where: One of London's parks
When: 11pm, Monday


They stared at each other for a long time, the darkness of the park insulating them from the world, stretching between them like an impregnable barrier. Alex could only imagine what his sire was thinking as the dark vampire glared with unforgiving malice, standing tall and resolute in some stubborn resolve to not be the first to acknowledge the other. It was, in truth, typical behavior for Percy. The cryptic vampire was more aloof in nature than most creatures in the world, thriving on the sheer loneliness of his world instead of mourning its emptiness. It was what made him, gave him mystic, and the whole world could see it as he walked through the doors and stood amidst a crowd.

When Percy turned to walk away, Alex turned to follow, chasing after his sire with a dark glint in his eyes as a smirk clearly visible on his features.

“Don’t wish to speak to me anymore. You chased me for a decade, and now you don’t wish to speak…I feel hurt, Percy.” Alex called out once he was close enough, reaching out to brush his fingers against his sire’s arm.

Percy paused to look at those fingers, before his eyes narrowed. “You are the last person I expected…”

“But here I am all the same, si?” Alex smiled, twisting about until he was standing before his sire with an affectionate smile. “Percy, you missed me. Say something nice…”

Percy scowled, pushing past the boy with a moody snarl and stalked on. Alex could only laugh as he turned about to follow Percy with a bounce in his step. “I went to China for a year, you know. It was quite the adventure. No one notices when you kill the poor in China. Hong Kong is so full of people, and they never know what to say to you. And they are so…needing to please. Very refreshing.”

“Why are you following me…”

“Because you are my sire,” Alex cooed, leaning in close to smile are his sire. “Because you think so well of me.”

Percy probably didn’t, but Alex didn’t let it stop him at all. He kept walking along with the other vampire, rambling on about the wide world he had explored and smiling when the older one finally stopped and looked at him. Really looked at him.

“You can stay, if that is what you came to ask.” Percy brushed a hand through his hair as he gazed at Alex, “you can sleep on the couch if you wan’.” But those were the only concessions he was giving.

“Excellent…” Alex said with a beaming smile, “very excellent.” Percy never could say no to him. Never…

Not at all.

Tags: alassandro deluca, open, william percy hastings