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Tweak says, "This is like a danger cupcake "

John Tudor (gcboy) wrote in we_coexist,
@ 2015-02-08 21:47:00

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Pastor Rising (open!)
John felt.... well, hungry, but more than that numb. He'd woken up in his bed, in his room, in his apartment. His apartment. From back home, back on Earth.

He was wearing the same clothes he'd gone to sleep in, but everything else was... home.

Then he'd gotten up, and gone to the window, looking out at the moonlit Cityscape that greeted him. So he wasn't home. Dallas was a new place for him, he hadn't even found a proper house to live in there yet. But this certainly wasn't Dallas.

More magic, then?

He could feel the night was young, he must have just woken. He looked around and felt his pockets, finding his old wallet and keys. He took them out and wondered at it, then let out a sigh and looked around. He'd started to get to magic, and the unusual, but this... he dreaded figuring out what this was all about.

Still, his stomach growled, and he knew he'd have to tend to himself. But first he had to make his home safe.

He went to the linen closet and found some of the thickest blankets he had, surprised and unsurprised that he found them. It seemed like whoever had created this charade had gone to elaborate lengths to make him feel like he was home. If it weren't for the alien city sounds outside his window he would have thought he was home.

He returned to his bedroom, fixing the blankets over the windows, blacking out the room and muffling the outside noise. That done he took a shower and found clean clothes, even his old and favorite jean jacket. Then he pulled on his boots, turned off the lights, and left the apartment behind. Most of him expected to never see it again, though he still locked the door behind him.

It was so strange to walk through the small apartment building. It was exactly as he remembered it, to the last detail, yet even then his vampiric senses saw and noticed things in ways his human self never had.

The City outside was bustling, and full of life. It seemed similar to many cities on Earth, but still he didn't recognize any part of it. And he had gotten around back then.

The breeze ruffled his dirty blonde hair as he stood on the sidewalk. As soon as he'd walked out the loudness of all of the sounds hit and stunned him for a moment. He didn't remember any city being so loud outside of warzones.

His stomach growled and the familiar pulled at him, but even as part of him instinctively told him to turn and leave, to go hunt, he suddenly froze on the spot.

He didn't know how to hunt here. Not in this place. Eric had had volunteers on hand for him to feed from, people who willingly gave doses of blood in exchange for protection and provision. But here... he looked around at all of the people, who looked so normal. What normal person would let a vampire feed from them? If the sirens blaring were any indication, people here wouldn't need protection from monsters and zombies in the ruined wastes.

He looked around lost, eyes wide as alarm dawned on him. He didn't have no choice. He could stave off the hunger for a while, he had fed recently, but soon it would start to drain him. And Eric's initial order, that he couldn't let himself die, was still in place. Soon he'd have to feed, to live. And then.... God, what was he going to do?

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brokenvoices
2015-02-09 06:08 pm UTC (link)

Ariel had made her way back from the jungle and the shore. Her heart was soaring and by the time she had arrived back to her apartment it had been mid-day and she was entirely exhausted by the ordeal. She had collapsed into her warm, welcoming bed and had slept until early evening.

Then she had risen, showered and changed into fresh clothes. No longer did her legs hurt her so standing in the shower was much more pleasant. But the kicker was the fact that her voice had been returned. Ariel sang as she bathed, listening to the way her voice resounded from the warm, moist tiles of the bathroom.

When she was clean and her attire was comfortable, the mermaid took to the night. Her feet carried her through the apartment and into the warm night. Her own denim jacket fluttered in the soft breeze that greeted her. And the white bow in her wavy red hair tousled merrily. She wore a simple flowered summer dress with a jean jacket that flattered her figure and kept her arms and shoulders warm. The sleeves of the jacket had been rolled up to just before her elbows, and a small clutch on a thin strap was shouldered across her body.

Ariel walked easily down the sidewalk trying to decide where to visit first. She paused before a store window that held a small market of some kind, though it wasn't a food market. It held trinkets and antiques, and on display in the window were a number of treasures to behold.

Delighted, Ariel approached the window and peered in, not even aware that perhaps she might be blocking the traffic moving all around her on the sidewalk.

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gcboy
2015-02-09 10:11 pm UTC (link)

At a loss for a while, John started to simply look at the other people moving around him. And that's when he began to notice an odd feeling around most of the people walking by. They didn't seem entirely... normal. Maybe that should be expected, given the cirmcumstances.

He frowned, inspecting them as closely as he could until one middle aged woman gave him a repugnant look. He quickly averted his eyes, taken off guard by the normal shaming in such an abnormal situation, and turned stiffly, starting to walk. Answers wouldn't come on the street corner.

He made it a few steps when a head of impossibly red hair caught his eye. He glanced at the beautiful young woman it belonged to, and then his steps slowed. There was something about her that was different, too, though not in the same way as the others.

Her reflection was bright in the glass, and he took a moment to observe her pleasure as she looked at the items on display. The hunger panged in his stomach, but no more than a man would really want breakfast after waking.

He stepped up to the glass next to her. His own reflection was missing, but most humans didn't notice trivial matters like that. Or invented excuses to explain it away.

"Half of these are fake," he said, sounding normal out of practice. Vampires found it easier and learned to hide the emotions of prey, like fear, or anxiety. He gave her a smile. "That compass, though. That looks almost a century old. And that vase has been greatly undervalued."