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Jul. 11th, 2011
Who: Shannon and James (Raymond)
What: What does one say to the donor of their DNA?
Where: A small Amsterdam Pub
When: Night
If it wasn't one thing, it was something else. The past few months, they just didn't seem to want to ease up on him, or hell, anyone that he had once been close to. Perhaps it wasn't so bad now, things were... starting to some what look up. Callum had actually not launched himself at him, when the two saw one another in the main entrance of the mansion. They hadn't stopped to speak either, as Juniper had been leading his brother off for whatever reason, and he had been out the door to find something to eat. Silence, and less than evil glances was better than pure hatred, and fists flying. Cal had a new start in life, with a woman who loved him, and who he clearly loved in return, and the two were going to have a chance at a future together again. Like before, before everything had gone to absolute hell, they were spending as much time as possible together, it was hard not to see them in each other's company. Shannon was desperately trying to feel happy for his brother, he was, but he couldn't completely ignore the fact that he was jealous. They had both been turned, both had the chance to get back what they had once had, those things that made them the most happy, and he had totally blown his chances to hell. Callum and he were so different, and he was starting to finally understand that it hadn't just been a case of bad luck on his behave, he just had a shit temper, and didn't know how to handle himself where other people were concerned. So, how did you fix your personality, and not end up feeling like a total, and complete stranger?
Personal overhaul wasn't on the game plan tonight, there was really nothing that he thought he needed to do, or wanted to do. A few hours before heading to the little pub, he had stopped by one of Vivian's clubs, fucked one of the whores there, and fed from her. After tipping her fifty, he had headed off into the night to wind down. Eventually he was going to have to separate feeding, and sex, but so long as he could have both without worry, he didn't quite see the point. If the day came where he was over Eden, and actually had a real prospect on the line, then maybe he would look at making love as not just a appetizer. This was why he hadn't ever wanted to fall in love, because he didn't want to feel like this. Hopeless, stuck, like he couldn't get his brain to budge off of her. The two had spoken, and she was adamant about him moving on, and finding someone who made him happy, all he could say in return was how he thought about her when ever he was alone. That, he knew, wasn't fair to either of them. "Can I get another whiskey? Thanks." The ash tray sitting on the bar in front of him was half full of burned to the filter cigarettes, all thanks to him, and the young human bloke that sat next to him. They had talked some, about football, and cars. The lad was from Germany, and here on holiday, tonight was his break from the big clubs, and red light district. Shannon almost wanted to warn him off of the red light district, to tell him how some of those cat houses were run by demons looking to sell men like him into the slavery market. For whatever reason, he kept his mouth shut. For tonight he didn't want to link himself to anything dealing with the supernaturals. Even if he was one.
Lifting the shot glass, he tossed it back, savoring the burn, and how for a brief second, he made him feel warm. Honestly, he wasn't sure how much it would actually take to get him drunk now, he hadn't tried to find out. Still, it had always been his go to drink, and the taste was comforting. It was the same with cigarettes, they didn't do him any damn good now, but it was a comfort all the same. "You off? Yeah? Right, it was nice to meet you, man. Have a good time here." Shannon shook the young man's hand, as he stood from his seat at the bar, and left to exit the pub for the night. As he watched him head out, his eyes moved around the little knock about place, taking in all the faces, not that there were many at this hour. His brows came together, his attention focused on one man in particular. There was something about him, and it wasn't just one of those instances of having seen him around Amsterdam either. Whatever it was, it had him starring at this person, his cigarette burning down where it rested between his fingers.
What: What does one say to the donor of their DNA?
Where: A small Amsterdam Pub
When: Night
If it wasn't one thing, it was something else. The past few months, they just didn't seem to want to ease up on him, or hell, anyone that he had once been close to. Perhaps it wasn't so bad now, things were... starting to some what look up. Callum had actually not launched himself at him, when the two saw one another in the main entrance of the mansion. They hadn't stopped to speak either, as Juniper had been leading his brother off for whatever reason, and he had been out the door to find something to eat. Silence, and less than evil glances was better than pure hatred, and fists flying. Cal had a new start in life, with a woman who loved him, and who he clearly loved in return, and the two were going to have a chance at a future together again. Like before, before everything had gone to absolute hell, they were spending as much time as possible together, it was hard not to see them in each other's company. Shannon was desperately trying to feel happy for his brother, he was, but he couldn't completely ignore the fact that he was jealous. They had both been turned, both had the chance to get back what they had once had, those things that made them the most happy, and he had totally blown his chances to hell. Callum and he were so different, and he was starting to finally understand that it hadn't just been a case of bad luck on his behave, he just had a shit temper, and didn't know how to handle himself where other people were concerned. So, how did you fix your personality, and not end up feeling like a total, and complete stranger?
Personal overhaul wasn't on the game plan tonight, there was really nothing that he thought he needed to do, or wanted to do. A few hours before heading to the little pub, he had stopped by one of Vivian's clubs, fucked one of the whores there, and fed from her. After tipping her fifty, he had headed off into the night to wind down. Eventually he was going to have to separate feeding, and sex, but so long as he could have both without worry, he didn't quite see the point. If the day came where he was over Eden, and actually had a real prospect on the line, then maybe he would look at making love as not just a appetizer. This was why he hadn't ever wanted to fall in love, because he didn't want to feel like this. Hopeless, stuck, like he couldn't get his brain to budge off of her. The two had spoken, and she was adamant about him moving on, and finding someone who made him happy, all he could say in return was how he thought about her when ever he was alone. That, he knew, wasn't fair to either of them. "Can I get another whiskey? Thanks." The ash tray sitting on the bar in front of him was half full of burned to the filter cigarettes, all thanks to him, and the young human bloke that sat next to him. They had talked some, about football, and cars. The lad was from Germany, and here on holiday, tonight was his break from the big clubs, and red light district. Shannon almost wanted to warn him off of the red light district, to tell him how some of those cat houses were run by demons looking to sell men like him into the slavery market. For whatever reason, he kept his mouth shut. For tonight he didn't want to link himself to anything dealing with the supernaturals. Even if he was one.
Lifting the shot glass, he tossed it back, savoring the burn, and how for a brief second, he made him feel warm. Honestly, he wasn't sure how much it would actually take to get him drunk now, he hadn't tried to find out. Still, it had always been his go to drink, and the taste was comforting. It was the same with cigarettes, they didn't do him any damn good now, but it was a comfort all the same. "You off? Yeah? Right, it was nice to meet you, man. Have a good time here." Shannon shook the young man's hand, as he stood from his seat at the bar, and left to exit the pub for the night. As he watched him head out, his eyes moved around the little knock about place, taking in all the faces, not that there were many at this hour. His brows came together, his attention focused on one man in particular. There was something about him, and it wasn't just one of those instances of having seen him around Amsterdam either. Whatever it was, it had him starring at this person, his cigarette burning down where it rested between his fingers.